Forget

Draco curled up in the corner.He is very tired.But he couldn't sleep.Even in intermittent coma, those lingering and interlaced large patches of red and black crazily stimulated his exhausted senses all the time.He couldn't close his eyes.Although the scene in this room made him feel almost crazy.He felt sick, but all he spat out was bitter bile mingled with blood.

But he had never had such a strong desire to live.The intense desire to survive was completely stimulated by the great disappointment and hatred. Draco figured it out almost instantly, death couldn't solve anything, although it was painful, only by living could he have a chance to change the ending.

--obey?

--obey.

Draco laughed silently.The dried blood on the corner of the raised mouth added a bit of weird color to this not easy smile.

Although he didn't know the reason yet, he could feel that Voldemort didn't want to kill him unless it was absolutely necessary.If he wants to live, then he can live, and the price is nothing but obedience.

It couldn't be easier.

It is also the hardest thing.

The sadness in Draco's eyes flashed for a moment, and soon the emptiness returned.

Draco knew exactly what that meant.This time, he couldn't be more cautious and cautious. He had to truly become the kind of person that everyone hated.

Many times he thought he had no way out, but this time it finally came true.

Draco couldn't think of anyone else who could help him, and probably no one in the first place.Those who are pushed into a corner are more likely to tear off the pretense of weakness. Even the pretense of strength that takes courage may change something.

Draco raised his palms to cover his eyes.

Other than that, there is no other way.

The most unqualified heir of the Malfoy family finally became the true master of the Malfoy family on this dark and bloody night.

**

I don't know how long it has passed.The light clink of the inaudible tableware finally rescued him from the painful lethargy.No matter how many times, the spoiled young master can never adapt to the cold walls and floors.The tormented sleep did little more than make him more tired.

Draco found himself being led into the dining room.He didn't know how he was brought here, and he didn't want to get to the bottom of it.He had only to lift his eyelids a little to see the demon at the table.But Voldemort didn't seem to notice that he woke up, and still maintained the previous posture, slowly eating the breakfast on the plate. Draco couldn't see the food on his plate, but he could see Voldemort's impeccable graceful movements, combined with that eerie face, made him almost instinctively want to run away.But only for a moment, he was restrained abruptly by his rationality that seemed to have just awakened.

--obey.obey.

Draco gritted his teeth.Like everything, it's always difficult at first, but you get used to it, don't you?

This man is a devil, a devil from the deepest part of hell.

But he must forget, along with those images of hatred that would lead him to death.The only thing he needs to remember now is that this is his master.

He forced himself to remember.

"Come here, come to me." Voldemort continued to cut food from his plate, not even looking up at his thin, duplicitous little servant.Just one day ago, he finally found the little claws hidden by this calm and calm little dragon. With a thin wrist, cut off those sharp nails one by one.So he did, and now he wants to see the results.

There was no one else in the house.The Dark Lord's sudden voice made Draco tremble uncontrollably.He didn't dare to raise his head, but mechanically walked forward according to the command of the adult.

Step by step.

--obey.obey.

Draco told himself over and over again.

—do as you are told.Do as you are told.

There is no way to undo it, there is no way to make it up.But besides redeeming and making amends, Draco knew he needed to do more.More, and more pain.

Walking all the way to Voldemort's side, he tried hard to recall the appearance of Bellacritus and the most devout and loyal Death Eaters, imagining the actions of those people, he knew that every loyal Death Eater should Kneeling obediently at that person's feet, piously and humblely calling the master's name.But his throat was choked and he could not speak.

But Voldemort didn't seem to care.Didn't even look up at him.Just said flatly: "I hope you have thought it through."

Draco opened his mouth, and finally let out a dry and slight voice: "Master..."

"I don't need your superficial allegiance." Voldemort put down the knife and fork in his hand, and pushed an open box on the table to Draco's face.On the thick flannel in the box, there is an ancient and exquisite silver collar.A thick magical atmosphere flowed around those complicated and mysterious patterns, and Draco only needed to take a look to know what a terrifying dark item it was.Voldemort's bewitching voice sounded again. "Wear it. You will be mine completely. Everything about you will be mine. You will always be loyal to me and be my true servant."

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, Draco was horrified to find that his hand seemed to be touching the collar uncontrollably.The constantly fluctuating magical energy floated up from the collar and flowed quickly around his arms.Like an outsider, he watched as his hands picked up the collar and put it on his neck.The collar immediately clings to the delicate skin as if alive, leaving no gaps.

Draco stared blankly at his hands.He knew his own power was small, but he had never known that Voldemort could control his mind and his hands without even using the Imperius Curse or any other spell.Maybe he made the wrong choice again, at least he didn't know how to do it. If he only relied on his own strength, it would almost always be impossible to kill Voldemort.

As soon as this idea appeared, Draco immediately felt an unbearable suffocation.The collar that was clinging to his neck seemed to shrink rapidly, sparing no effort to frantically deprive him of breathing.

Draco could barely stand still.But Voldemort put a hand on his waist, forcing him not to fall.Even through his clothes, Draco could still feel the biting cold coming from that hand, which was a thousand times stronger than before. He wanted to escape in pain, but he was held tightly.

"Duplicity is not a good habit." Voldemort's voice came from beside his ear with a chuckle: "If you make a choice, you must learn to abide by it. Surrender to me, everything about you will belong to me only."

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