047. Concubine - April/May - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
They were all his. All of them, and they knew it. They had come to him willingly, which had truthfully been almost boring. He liked a bit of fear in them while he toyed with them. When he touched their hair, he wanted them to wonder whether he was going to steal their thoughts with his fingers at their temples, that flick of their eyes towards him as if to check exactly how close he was to them.
He wanted their fear. Fear meant more power to him, not that he needed anymore exactly, he simply craved it. Those who enjoyed themselves too much were sent straight away again, they weren't wanted by him. He hated their moans of ecstasy as he moved within them, they were supposed to hate it as much as he did! He wasn't something to enjoy, he was only something to be feared, and those who couldn't understand that were too stupid to live.
He killed quite a few of them, some of them even felt blessed to be killed at the end of his wand so they could escape this world and hopefully come back sometime soon when it would be purged of all those who were unworthy. They dreamt of a world where only purebloods lived and they prophesied that he would take them there.
They were all his. All of them, and they knew it. They had come to him willingly, which had truthfully been almost boring. He liked a bit of fear in them while he toyed with them. When he touched their hair, he wanted them to wonder whether he was going to steal their thoughts with his fingers at their temples, that flick of their eyes towards him as if to check exactly how close he was to them. He wanted their fear. Fear meant more power to him, not that he needed anymore exactly, he simply craved it. Those who enjoyed themselves too much were sent straight away again, they weren't wanted by him. He hated their moans of ecstasy as he moved within them, they were supposed to hate it as much as he did! He wasn't something to enjoy, he was only something to be feared, and those who couldn't understand that were too stupid to live.
Human life was so fickle. It was all anyone had, once chance and then that was it. It was something of a miracle and yet so many of them were a waste, or they wasted their lives. He wouldn’t, he would make his life one worth decades of living, to make up for all those who were un-worthwhile. He would live his own life as well as their share.
He killed quite a few of them, some of them even felt blessed to be killed at the end of his wand so they could escape this world and hopefully come back sometime soon when it would be purged of all those who were unworthy. They dreamt of a world where only purebloods lived and they prophesied that he would take them there.
Fools.
He lived there for the most part of the month with his whores, all to do his bidding even though they were under no spell. After the third death of the month they usually worked in fear, just how he liked it. He lived off their fear, he drank it in and his love for their fear only made them fear him even more.
It was a concubine of sorts, illegal by Muggle standards, and meant that there were sexual doings with more than one woman whilst not being married to her. How was this illegal, exactly? Wasn’t that basically when your mistress was the maid of the house? Or when you house shared and that was your ‘friend with benefits’? It happened all the time, all around them and the fools labelled it as being illegal? If they actually ever did anything about it, wouldn’t half the population have to go to jail?
Muggle laws were pure idiocy. Soon though, they wouldn’t exist, would they? That was part of the filth he was set to rid from their one world.
Eugh, enough useless thinking for one day. Tom Riddle rose to his feet, flicking his robe to hang neatly down his thin body. The idiot whores awaited.
<--- 046. Pot Kettle Black || 048. Seven --->
He wanted their fear. Fear meant more power to him, not that he needed anymore exactly, he simply craved it. Those who enjoyed themselves too much were sent straight away again, they weren't wanted by him. He hated their moans of ecstasy as he moved within them, they were supposed to hate it as much as he did! He wasn't something to enjoy, he was only something to be feared, and those who couldn't understand that were too stupid to live.
He killed quite a few of them, some of them even felt blessed to be killed at the end of his wand so they could escape this world and hopefully come back sometime soon when it would be purged of all those who were unworthy. They dreamt of a world where only purebloods lived and they prophesied that he would take them there.
They were all his. All of them, and they knew it. They had come to him willingly, which had truthfully been almost boring. He liked a bit of fear in them while he toyed with them. When he touched their hair, he wanted them to wonder whether he was going to steal their thoughts with his fingers at their temples, that flick of their eyes towards him as if to check exactly how close he was to them. He wanted their fear. Fear meant more power to him, not that he needed anymore exactly, he simply craved it. Those who enjoyed themselves too much were sent straight away again, they weren't wanted by him. He hated their moans of ecstasy as he moved within them, they were supposed to hate it as much as he did! He wasn't something to enjoy, he was only something to be feared, and those who couldn't understand that were too stupid to live.
Human life was so fickle. It was all anyone had, once chance and then that was it. It was something of a miracle and yet so many of them were a waste, or they wasted their lives. He wouldn’t, he would make his life one worth decades of living, to make up for all those who were un-worthwhile. He would live his own life as well as their share.
He killed quite a few of them, some of them even felt blessed to be killed at the end of his wand so they could escape this world and hopefully come back sometime soon when it would be purged of all those who were unworthy. They dreamt of a world where only purebloods lived and they prophesied that he would take them there.
Fools.
He lived there for the most part of the month with his whores, all to do his bidding even though they were under no spell. After the third death of the month they usually worked in fear, just how he liked it. He lived off their fear, he drank it in and his love for their fear only made them fear him even more.
It was a concubine of sorts, illegal by Muggle standards, and meant that there were sexual doings with more than one woman whilst not being married to her. How was this illegal, exactly? Wasn’t that basically when your mistress was the maid of the house? Or when you house shared and that was your ‘friend with benefits’? It happened all the time, all around them and the fools labelled it as being illegal? If they actually ever did anything about it, wouldn’t half the population have to go to jail?
Muggle laws were pure idiocy. Soon though, they wouldn’t exist, would they? That was part of the filth he was set to rid from their one world.
Eugh, enough useless thinking for one day. Tom Riddle rose to his feet, flicking his robe to hang neatly down his thin body. The idiot whores awaited.
<--- 046. Pot Kettle Black || 048. Seven --->