Voldemort's main office

The snake-like figure, master of the the dark arts stares at her as she enters. He smiles as her forearm is baring his mark. All of his followers carried the same marking. He informed her. "Darling, you got your tattoos. Now you truly belong amongst us."

She nods and puts on her best performance. "Of course, Lord. My markings are yours to control. Please don't hesitate to use me however you want. I will follow your orders and not stray from the dark path."

Voldemort nods. "You know, you'll have made for a better breeding toy than one of my field agents. But no. You choose your path. I'll want many deeds performed in my name. It's better for a girl like you to be on our side than against us. Wormtail wanted me to make you his personal maid when you arrive. He said you'd be better dressed in, um, his words, slutty attire. But no. You are more useful than he ever could be."

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Rose understood. She just stood there as the dark lord touched her forearm ink. She couldn't look him directly in the eyes. Last time, he invaded her old male mind. She didn't want him to know that she's Harry Potter. Her body feeling a twinge of pain while the white man caress her wrist.

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