Temptations and Relief - 1981
He stepped towards the girl, careful not to trip as his billowing black cloak whipped around him in the bitter night breeze.
"Stupid little Mudblood!" he spat, seizing the young woman by her shoulders. His long pale fingers wrapped unforgivingly around her bony neck as he threw her against the jagged bricks of the frosty stone wall behind her. She sucked in a shaky breath. "Is there a problem?" he scowled.
She violently shook her head, her face etched with horror, her eyes damp at the corners.
"No? Interesting...Then you wouldn't mind if I were to bring you inside and accommodate you for the night? I'd hate for you to stay out alone on such a frightful evening."
He released her neck, his skinny hand tracing its way down her dark corset, stopping at her tiny hips. He glanced downwards, grinning manically as he viewed her slim legs which suffocated beneath a pair of ripped fishnet tights.
"Filthy muggle-born slut," he breathed, pressing himself against her. He brushed his rough lips against her icy neck before freeing her waist and snatching her arm instead. "Come," he ordered, marching towards the entrance of a nearby cottage, dragging the girl by her wrist.
After unlocking the cottage door with a speedy Alohamora, Tom Riddle stepped inside of it. He was immediately greeted by a hallway – tiny, with a damp smell wafting around them. A small wooden door was pushed open and a man strode from behind it, clutching a short taped wand in his left hand.
"Voldemort," the man muttered, unsteadily holding his wand out before him. But he was too slow, for Tom had already drawn his own wand and slain the man with the single flick of the wrist. The house was now eerily empty.
"Some wizards are so fragile," Tom chuckled cruelly, stepping over the corpse that now lay still on the cottage floor.
Tom yanked the girl towards him and fingered the lace of her corset. His breath was warm and tickly in her ear as he brought his hands to her buttocks, stroking her gently. She squealed but helplessly allowed him to grope her. He thrust his pelvis against hers, gripping her dainty figure. Only now, in the forbidden embrace of a stranger, had he realised what he had been missing. The intimacy, the lust, the danger. These feelings were all being hurled at him simultaneously as he caressed her legs, back, neck and arms. He sighed, burying his nose into her smooth shoulder. He inhaled deeply, letting her expensive perfume prickle at his senses.
He pulled the girl with him up the tatty cottage staircase and headed for the master bedroom, hauling her onto the huge old-fashioned bed. He glanced about him, inspecting the Victorian-style decor, before heaving himself onto the grimy linen bed sheets. He smirked maliciously, flicking his dark wavy hair from his eyes. His brown eyes flashed with desire as he lowered himself onto the young woman. He leaned over her and toyed with the thread of her tights, enjoying the way the bristly mesh tickled the pads of his fingers, and then planted a light kiss on her bare shoulder. She shivered.
Tom Riddle was admittedly beautiful; however, he was evil and malevolent and merely manipulating her to soothe his urges. To hasten away the fantasies and thoughts that tended to circle his great yet wicked mind.
"Another of your sins?" the woman finally mumbled, as his teeth nipped at her naked collar bone. Her corset was now halfway down her torso and her chest lay revealed, aside from the tiny black brassier that veiled her breasts.
"I beg your pardon," Tom hissed, scrutinising her pale face. Her large blue eyes were glassy and her flashy red lips were slightly parted.
Her cheeks flushed. "I...Nothing."
"'Another of my sins'?" he repeated. The corners of his mouth quivered. "Sins?"
"I-intercourse can sometimes be seen...as a sin," she whispered, her pretty eyes wide and traumatised.
"Intercourse," he snorted, returning his attention to her fluttering chest. He brushed the skin of her upper body ever so lightly with his cold fingers. "Relax." He slowly and gently traced the dark mark upon her breast with his fingernail, smiling savagely up at her. "I forgot to request your name, my dear," Tom frowned, gazing disturbingly into her face as though waiting for her to change.
She stared into his dark brown eyes and said, "Desiree – Evelyn Desiree."