"NO! You cruel, heartless bastard!" Elodie screamed, tears welling in her eyes as she watched Edward fall, his wand clattering on the ground loudly. She finally managed to squirm free from Adrian and launched forward at Voldemort, attacking him with her only weapons; her hands.
To her shock, he was laughing, catching her by the wrists each time she tried to hit him. She was shaking, sobs racking her body as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her close to him, "Oh, come on, Kitten, I wasn't a cruel heartless bastard last night, was I?"
"You're pathetic," she spat through tears, twisting vainly in his arms, "You're pathetic!"
He clucked his tongue at her disapprovingly and began to kiss her neck whenever he got the chance, "He was weak... You need someone strong... Clearly he couldn't defend you."
"That was an unfair attack!" she cried, her small fists beating down on the hands that were snaked around her stomach. He snickered in her ear, but his laughter was cut short and his hands fell. She looked back at him, then noticed he was staring at Edward.

No... No, it wasn't Edward anymore.

The black hair was slowly changing into red, and Elodie's eyes widened as the lean body turned thin, and into the one of Hirman Weasley. Her jaw dropped and her eyes watered once more, "H-Hirman..."
She shoved Voldemort off her and she rushed forward, falling to her knees beside the dead body of her friend, "No... No, no, no..."

Voldemort kicked her aside and knelt down, pulling a vial out of Hirman's breast pocket, opening it cautiously, and sniffing. With a snarl, he tossed it across the room, causing it to shatter, "Cambie forma..."
"Cambie forma?" she repeated, brushing away her tears with the back of her hand, "That... That's illegal!"

Cambie forma was a breakthrough from wizards in Spain. It could be uttered as a spell, or drunk like a potion, but like the translation, it would change a person's form into anything else, without needing the hair of another, as done in the Polyjuice Potion. However, the main side effect was that upon receiving an injury, or being killed, the person would begin to change back into their original form.
"Well, apparently for you Aurors it's legal," he sneered, rolling his eyes, "Adrian!"
"Yes, my Lord," Adrian answered, hurrying down the stairs and to Voldemort's side. Elodie began searching for ways to escape. She had lived here for atleast a week... She should know all the ways out!
"Dispose of the body," Voldemort snarled, "And revive Nott... I'll deal with her... Don't disturb me."
"Of course, my lord."

Elodie glanced back to the kitchen, remembering the door that led outside, and slowly began crawling toward it, stopping whenever either of the men looked in her direction. She couldn't hear them any longer, since they were speaking in low voices, so she took her chance and scrambled to her feet, running for the kitchen.
"Hey!"
She slid across the tiled floor and desperately tried to rip open the glass door, but to her horror, she found it locked magically.
"Bugger," she whispered heatedly, tugging at the door, "Just open!"
"Tsk, tsk, Kitten," Voldemort laughed, leaning on the doorframe, "Why are you suddenly making this so difficult? This morning my wish was your command..."
"Fuck you!" she cursed, looking for something to throw at him, "How could you do this to me?!"
"I get what I want, and recently, I've had urges only a woman can cure," he purred, stalking toward her, "Besides, don't think I've forgotten how smart you are."
"Don't think I've forgotten how you used me in school," she fired back, "You're horrible!"
"So I've been told," he laughed, finally getting close enough to grab her, "Now come, Mrs. Elodie Riddle... You have wifely duties to attend to!"
"I'm not your wife," she whimpered as he dragged her out of the kitchen, "I'm Edward's wife..."
"Ah yes, Potter," he droned, rolling his eyes, "I'll kill him soon enough."
She noticed they were alone, and Hirman's body had disappeared. She frowned and began to struggle again, stopping him in his tracks, "Where's the body!? Where are you putting him?!"
"Malfoy took him," he grunted, swiping her up under her knees and fitting her into his arms, "Other then that I really... just... don't care."
"How can you be so heartless?!" Elodie demanded, pushing against his chest as he carried her toward the staircase. He rolled his eyes, dropped her, then whipped out his wand, holding it at level with her face, "I think we've established that I have no heart... Now... Move."
"Where to, Oh Heartless One?" she sneered. He grinned, "Crucio!"

In an instant, Elodie had dropped to her knees, screaming at the pain coursing through her limbs. It was the most intense thing she had ever felt, and wondered how people could survive hours of this during interrogations. She arched her back, crying out in pain, and he finally ended it.
"Don't think I won't do worse," he snarled, dragging her to her feet and giving her a shove towards the staircase, "Upstairs. Now."
"What for?" she asked weakly, trying to keep her calm, aloof voice intact. He remained silent, forcing her to move up the stairs slowly. There were no other exits. The windows were just glass, and unless she intended on breaking them with something, they would be useless for an escape route.
"Into the bedroom, Kitten," he jeered, poking her harshly in the shoulder with his wand, "I have one more thing to do before I go search for your pathetic husband."
"You leave him alone," she hissed through gritted teeth, "He doesn't need to be involved."
"He sent his little friend down there in place to rescue his beloved wife," Voldemort snorted, shoving her inside finally and locking the door, "I deem that as pathetic."
"Of course you would," she whimpered as he pushed her toward the bed, "I bet he has a brilliant plan that you'll never see coming."
"Ha!" he snorted, giving her one final push, causing her to trip and topple onto the bed, "I very highly doubt it, Elodie, my dear."

*-

Stupid Potter, Tom, stupid Potter.


Yes, stupid Potter. He wasted a perfectly done killing curse on some simple Weasley. Not that he really minded killing the man; it was just such a wasted. Had he known it was not Edward, he would have tortured the man a little more first.
Elodie forced herself off the bed and slid around him, rushing for the door. Releasing a growl, he turned back and clutched her by the elbow. However, doing so, she whipped back and brought her hand across his face, raking her nails along his skin.

Ow! Fuck! Fuck! Bugger! Fuck! Fuck!

He snarled angrily and snatched up a fistful of her hair, yanking her back onto the bed and holding his wand in her face. Bloody Hell, she actually made him bleed! He wiped away the small dribble on blood on his chin and glared at her.

"Kitten does have claws," she mocked, her breathing heavy and chest heaving. He rolled his eyes, "How devilishly clever, dearest."
"I'm sure you were thinking the same thing," she snapped, her eyes darting from the door behind him to the few windows along the wall.
Naturally she was looking for somewhere to run. All his victims did this, and it was getting boring.
"I brought you here in hopes I would get some Ministry information, Kitten," he stated, forcing her up the bed a little more with the movement of his wand, "And I did."
"There's nothing too special in the Department of Mysteries," she sputtered, "I've been there myself!"
"Don't lie," he chuckled, "There is something very special there... And I want it."
"So what does that have to do with me?"
"Oh, nothing," he laughed, watching panic flash across her eyes, "I'm finished with your information..."
"Then... Then why do you need me?" she whispered, her mind coming to the conclusion before he said it. Smiling, he clambered onto the bed, his wand still on her, "Wifely duties?"
Elodie kicked out at him with her foot, desperately crawling to the other side of the bed, but he grabbed her leg and hauled her back, climbing onto her waist and locking his legs around her.
Feisty, Tom, feisty.
"So what do you intend to do?" she sniped, slashing up at him again with her hands, "Rape me?!"
He pushed his hand up her dress, past the small knickers he had bought for her, and shoved a finger inside of her, causing her to squeal loudly and try to drag his arm away. He smiled and moved his finger in and out several times, "You can't rape someone who is just begging for you? Turned on already, Elodie?"

She brought her hand up again, but he ducked back, causing her to only graze his face. With a feral smirk, he snatched up her hands and pulled them to his lips, planting kisses along the outside. She groaned and began to squirm beneath him, only stopping when he pressed his hips harder into her. Her eyes widened and he knew she felt his arousal.

"Get off of me!" she commanded, trying feverishly to roll him over somehow, "Let me go!"
He leaned down, smothering her lips with his, his tongue snaking into her mouth. She bit down, hard enough to draw blood, but he only laughed against her lips, not breaking the kiss. His hands moved down to the chest line of her dress, and in a swift movement, he had torn the thin material and pushed it down, giving his hands free access to her breast.

Her eyes were open, and they widened more as he pinched and twisted here and there, causing her to whimper and push at his shoulders with her hands weakly. He finally pulled away, his lips attaching themselves to her neck as his hands moved down to her dress, pulling the fabric up to her hips. Her breathing quickened, and she winced, "No... No, please don't."
"Quiet," he hissed, "You know we both want this!"

Her eyes fluttered shut as he pushed gently on the pressure point on her neck, and her hands fell limply onto her head. Suddenly, she tugged him away, "No! No, I don't want this!"
"You'll be staying with me," he chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows, "Why not just give in now?"
A tear slid down her cheek and she turned her head to the side, not responding. He took that as a signal to carry on, and he ripped her knickers aside and began undoing his belt buckle, then his pants. She gulped loudly, then finally rolled him off during his brief distraction.
Bloody Hell! Why won't she just lie still!? What happened to the damn submissive streak he had going?
Growling, he caught her just before she was off the bed. With all the force he had, he ripped her back and onto her stomach, her hands crushed beneath her body. She whimpered and shook as he positioned himself behind her on his knees, but he ignored her, his mind too focused on the task at hand. Getting the fabric out of the way once more, he thrust into her from behind, causing her to release a loud sob, her hands curling into fists in the bed sheets.

"Doesn't Edward fuck you enough at home?" he asked cruelly, grasping a fist load of her hair and dragging her straight up in front of him, her back pressed against his shirt, their clothed bodies hot, "You're just so tight... Tighter then when I first had you, it seems."
"That's... none of your business," she groaned, a squeal caught in her throat as he pushed her down onto her hands, picking up his pace to suit his own pleasure. She began to writhe beneath him, and he pressed into her thoughts for the first time.

She wanted it, but she didn't. There was a constant, on going argument in her mind.
Voldemort grinned and reached around, cupping her brest roughly as he bit random spots along her neck and shoulders. Her arms began to shake, and they finally gave way at her elbows, causing her to sink lower onto the bed. Her breathing came out in shallow gasps, as did his, and with one final thrust, it was over.

A little too quickly, in his mind, but he didn't want it to last all night. If he had, he would have stripped her down and taken her properly.
Her hands were still in fists, wrapped in the covers of his large bed. He stepped away, tidying himself up, looking as though nothing happened. Elodie rolled onto her side, bringing her knees up to her chest and hugging them, her eyes welling with tears.

"And now, my dear, I shall attend to that husband of yours," he chuckled, leaning across the bed and planting a rough kiss on her sealed lips, "Though, I can't just leave you like this."
He grabbed her left wrist and tugged her up the bed, twining a rope around it from his wand, then attaching her to the bedpost.


Caged bird, Tom, caged bird.

Yes, he could call her a caged bird. Or a frightened little girl, locked away in his dark tower. Oh the possibilities were endless.
"You never moaned my name, like you did before," he purred, running his lips along her neck, "Say it now, before I go."

She remained silent, and he bit down forcefully, causing her to squeak and whisper, "Tom..."
He sneered at her against her skin, "My true name."
"I won't say it..." she murmured, her eyes closed, as if trying to escape his clutches.
But of course... If she didn't see him, he must not be there.
"Say it," he growled, his hand snaking up and closing around her throat, "My name."
Her free hand was instantly over his, trying to pry it from her neck, her eyes flying open in shock, "No-"
"My name!"

"Voldemort," she gasped, her nails digging painfully into his skin, "Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort!"
He smiled eerily and released her, tenderly pecking at her neck and cheeks before sweeping off the bed, his large, black robes flowing around him.

And now to Potter.