Carmen sat on the edge of the bed now breathing heavily. Her body shook slightly. That had been traumatic. Yet at the same time, his reaction, the anger and force he had shown, turned her on. Carmen stared at the carpet and said nothing. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him standing not far away. Voldemort looked at the witch sitting before him and he thought to speak. He gave a low grumble and then turned sharply and left the room slamming the door behind him. Carmen stared at the door for a long time and then suddenly the tears broke free and she was crying.
It was late. Early morning actually. Carmen had been lying on top of the covers trying to sleep but her mind was not co-operating. Finally after tossing and turning, Carmen sat up. She needed a cigarette desperately. Carmen used her wand to turn on the light beside the bed. On the bedside table was a silver cigarette case. She doubted that he would like for her to smoke in here. He had told her not to leave but surely that meant to leave the grounds, not the house itself. So she took up her wand, the cigarette case, and matching butane lighter. Carmen left the room silently. She did not want to disturbed or anger the Dark Lord. So she crept through the house and out onto the front porch.
Carmen was trying to be ghost like but unknown to her, she had been seen. Nagini had been in the shadows and as soon as the front door had closed behind Carmen, the snake headed for its master to fill Voldemort in.
The night was silent. It unnerved her that there was no noise. Not even an owl or crickets. The moon was high and there was a chilled breeze moving through the trees. It felt good against her skin. The red from the lit end of her cigarette glowed in the dark. Carmen was walking slowly. She moved over the grass. Really, the witch meant to do nothing wrong. Voldemort, when he left the house, was angry and on the prowl. He saw her silhouette and then started towards the woman. He had told her to stay in the house...
She had turned back towards the house and suddenly he was there. Carmen jumped surprised. She had not heard him approach. Before she could speak, let alone move, his hand came up and he delivered a slap to her face so hard that it knocked her from her feet. She cried out as she hit the ground but there was no time to do anything else. Voldemort brought up his wand and muttered "Cruciatus." The pain hit her and suddenly Carmen could not even cry out. It felt like her organs were twisting into knots and her muscles were melting. It hurt so badly as she withered on the ground. When the pain seemed like it was too much, it stopped. Carmen lay there breathing heart and gasping for breath. Voldemort stood over her. He watched her silently.
When he finally spoke, his voice was cold. "I told you not to leave!" He told her. Carmen looked up at him now. "I just wanted a cigarette!" She cried back. "I wasn't leaving!" he wizard glanced briefly at the still glowing amber of the cigarette but said nothing. There was silence once more and then Voldemort called for his house elf. When she arrived, he ordered Suri to take Carmen back to her room. Then he turned and left.
Suri had brought a box of tissues to Carmen and sat them beside the woman who now lay in a ball under the covers. Carmen was still crying. She could not help herself. Suri was too afraid to do much more and after a few minutes, the elf left. Carmen turned out the bedside light and then she tried to calm herself enough to sleep. She just wanted out. She did not want to be here. She wanted to take all of it back. What had she been thinking? She had been an idiot to come here.
Voldemort heard her crying. He sat in the high backed chair in his room down the hall from hers. He listened to the crying and knew that it was because of him she cried. Normally, he would not have cared in the least. Normally, he enjoyed the sound. But now, it ate at him. It seemed this was one woman he did not want to hurt. That tormented him. He did not want to want her. Yet he would not be able to fight it.
It was not very much longer before he could no longer resist. The light had been turned back out and now Carmen was back under the blankets. She was trying not to cry but it was not working very well. n with her best attempts. There were still dry sobs coming from her even with her attempts. When the door cracked open slowly, Carmen stifled and she bit her lower lip trying to stifle any noise. Voldemort could vaguely make her out. His eyesight was enhanced with his bond with Nagini. He let the door shut behind him and now used his wand to light the candle in the bedside lamp.
Carmen could no longer pretend. She was lying on her side and facing him. Now Carmen sat up slowly. She was wearing only a tank top and her nickers. The covers fell down around her waist. It was not a planned sexy move but of course it came off as sexy anyways. Voldemort did not miss it. Though he did not want to admit it, the opportunity at hand frightened him. Bellatrix threw herself at him but this woman... she was afraid of him and yet she declared her love for him. Part of him said to just take the woman and use her for his own pleasure. The other part said to try and savor it fore it may never come again.
His eyes moved over her body slowly taking it in it was almost too much to think that she had offered it over. In most cases, sex was not given to him. It was taken by force. And he enjoyed it that way. He liked to watch a woman scream and beg for him to stop as he took his pleasure. Now however, Voldemort moved slowly towards the bed the entire time calling himself a fool and an idiot but also trying to think of something to say. "I am not capable of love." He finally said feeling that he had told her that already. "You don't need to love me." Carmen responded almost instantly. She looked up at him almost innocently. "Use me. Lust for me. I don't care." Of course she did not really mean that. Carmen wanted him to love her but she was not naive enough to think that that would happen so she would take what she could get.
When he reached the bed, The Dark Lord sat facing her now. "You don't know what you want." He told her and Carmen shook her head. Neither of them had spoken loudly. In fact both nearly whispered to each other. Carmen knew that this was going to go no further unless she took the next move. The thought that he may reject her still was there but Carmen had high hopes.
She moved forward onto her knees causing the covers to fall the rest of the way off and exposing the total of the little clothing she wore. Carmen climbed into his lap now and was actually quite surprised how well his body fit against hers. Not as surprised as Voldemort was at her bold move. His hand moved to touch her in the first non-harmful way. His open hand came down on her bare calf cupping it and then moved up following the curve of her limb.
Carmen was in no rush with this. She remained were she was with her eyes on his hand as it moved. His touch was not pleasant though she knew it was supposed to be. His skin was dry and felt in old paper the temperature of him was chilly. But she would take it.