A/N: I hope you like it, I don't think it's very good.
You come down the hall; they know you mean business; Cissy and Lucius leave the room.
I don't think they know exactly what we get up to, but there are rumors. Rumors that I'm the Dark Lord's little whore. But I'm not, even though the glances between us at meetings almost make it obvious.
If it were anyone but you, I'd scream stop, and I'd curse them into oblivion. You tricked me to follow you, knowing I can't resist the allure of your touch.
Softly caressing my face, but then getting more passionate. You bite into my lip and draw blood. I want to scream, it just hurts so much, but because it's you, I can't escape. Even if I wanted to.
You unlace my corset and pull off my boots. A little voice in my head mocks me, it sounds like Roddy
. I don't like to think that I'm just your doll. Yours to undress and play with as you please, until you get bored.
But, as you rip open my shirt, and I feel your icy touch on my skin, I realise maybe I am.