He hurt her worse than she thought. Riddle, slim but strong as he was, pulled her from the Cabinet and bent her over into it. Pansy gulped and bit down screams and tears, knowing that refusing him was pointless - what he was going to do to her had already happened…
He made quick work of her pants and then forced himself into her, piercing her pelvis like the Basilisk's tooth into the soft pages of his diary. Like ink had contained his soul, Pansy felt hers leave her body with every drip of fluid between her legs, which had been his and would be his again. For an eternity that had already ended her throbbing knees were the only part of her that refused to surrender to a paralyzed state, her mind foggy and empty, as if the only living part of her - or was it her self? - waited in front of the painting she was trapped in, blind and almost deaf to what was happening to her.
If this was duty to the Dark Lord, she thought between thrusts, she have preferred death over service, but if she ever wanted to get away from the sweating, smelling young Riddle, she would have to stay where she was -
Her only wish that he reached his climax, her only bitter desire be filled with his juices, because they would mean she had carried out her task, submitted to his service - her mother had planned it like this all along -
„OH." He pulled out as soon as he had released himself into her, and thankfully tucked away his slimy and half-hard cock before Pansy pulled her panties back up (or what he had left of them).
"You know what you have to do." Riddle was still panting. Pansy needed no telling twice.
The cold darkness of the Cabinet was more than welcome. She felt dirty, humiliated, not at all as if she had just done something that might elevate her and her family as dedicated servants. Perhaps she should take a contraceptive potion -
„Carry out your duty", Riddle's commanding voice echoed through the darkness, and Pansy realized she would have no choice: Her mother would send her into this painting until she conceived. The air became thin and she felt dizzy again. The Cabinet was transporting her back to the Room of Requirement.
"Go and do your duty to your master", a faint echo followed her as she had already stepped out of the Cabinet, wiping her tears.
She knew she had no choice know. She would be pregnant soon enough, and give birth to the child of one dark wizard who had walked on the path of darkness further than any wizard before him.
