A Perfect Slave

Chapter 3: Meeting Draco Malfoy

“Get up,” came distinct cold voice through Alyssa’s deep sleep. The girl instantly woke up like with an alarm clock beeping near her ear. Being used to early school starts, she got up at once without considering her surroundings and the person in front of her. She was still sleepy and dizzy standing on her own feet, but in just few seconds was quite capable of noticing the Dark Lord towered before her. Her heart beat rapidly, a knot built up in her throat making it almost impossible for her to breathe and swallow. Those red eyes were staring at her, reminding of the horrible night, of her parents death, and of her new career as a slave.

“Master,” Alyssa spoke softly lowering her head slightly in ‘respect’ before gazing at the Lord again. “Come,” he said strictly turning around to the exit’s direction. Alyssa at first did not understand that the man meant for her to follow, so she simply stared at him when he reached the wooden door. She looked around for her clothes when the red irritated eyes closely watched her; she finally got the hint that her master patiently waited, but her personal ‘muggle’ belongings were nowhere to be found, and so she stared back at the Dark Lord.

“Master, I cannot find my clothes,” stated Alyssa looking around the room once again. She was only in her pink lingerie, which did not really made her feel comfortable; if this man before her thought that she would walk across the whole mansion half naked for everyone to see, he was very wrong… or was he?

“I disposed of them. You won’t need them anymore. I can’t stand anything related to that nonmagical filth,” the Lord spat the last two words in such disgust that Alyssa seriously started to think that he was very prejudiced and discriminated against… well, normal people. She didn’t like the idea of somebody bossing her stuff around without even consulting her, but who was she kidding? She was a slave now; she had the least right to even speak to anybody.

“But then I will have to walk outside half naked,” the girl bravely protested already wanting to take back what she said; her master’s eyes fired at her with irritation and anger, and she felt like just dropping somewhere safe underground to escape that devilish stare. She looked at the floor hoping that this time he wouldn’t – what was the word that he used on her? – ‘crucio’ the shit out of her like last time.

“There would be no complaining and no whining,” suddenly he paused, looking at the girl with quite interest. “Your name,” he spoke suddenly turning around waving his wand hand at the locked door. It opened when he whispered something; a dash of red light escaped the end of the wand. Once again he focused his attention at the slave before him.

“Alyssa,” the girl didn’t look up at her master and continued to stare at the green carpet. She heard the pale man laugh without humor; that cold laughter filled the walls of the room making Alyssa shiver from its harshness and bitterness.

“Not anymore,” Lord Voldemort announced walking into the hallway, more like striding into the hallway, gesturing with his pale fingers for Alyssa to follow. “You cannot have a simple muggle name like that,” he continued coolly when Alyssa caught up with him almost running after the pale tall man. He was walking very fast not even considering to slow down. His slave was barefooted and she felt chilly in the dark hallway even though it was lit by torches hanging on the red walls. “I’ll give you a new name. How about Fatin?” he spoke more to himself than to the following girl. ‘Fatin?’ thought Alyssa looking confused at her master straight in the back. ‘That is the stupidest name I’ve ever heard,’ she cursed herself for thinking that way because she forgot that the Dark Lord could read minds! Damn it. She has to be more careful around him.

They walked through the long dark hallway until they almost reached the end. Through the journey Alyssa met some of the very familiar Death Eaters. One of them – she remembered his name was Dolohov – whistled at her winking in her direction and eyeing her hungrily once he noticed her slender young body. The Dark Lord didn’t even take notice of his followers who stupidly bowed before him wishing him a great afternoon. Lots of men felt uneasy before their Lord and Alyssa couldn’t help but notice some of them tremble in fear. How pathetic could they be? Or how scary is their own master? She didn’t notice when she stopped in front of the double door, nor did she notice it opening; only when she was tugged inside a big red room.

The walls were blood red with few golden patterns that reminded her of fairytale dragons, floor was covered with rich maroon carpet, and the ceiling was filled with magnificent shades and shapes of fire tongues coming out of two dragons’ jaws. In front of Alyssa were sitting eight duplicates of herself all dressed up in the same muggle clothing as yesterday. They looked quite comfortable on huge red and golden pillows until they finally noticed her and the Lord’s presence. Some of them gasped in shock at Alyssa’s half naked form, others just stared at her in surprise, another glared at Voldemort hatefully. There was almost no furniture in the room except for several fauteuils pressed to the walls of the room and few long candle stands that reminded Alyssa of late eighteen hundreds. In one corner were comfortable pillows which somehow looked like what a sultan would have in his relaxing rooms.

“You’ll sleep here, Fatin, with your other selves,” spoke a cold male voice behind Alyssa, “One of my servants will be here in just a moment to make a few changes.” Voldemort eyed the group of eight sitting girls and turned around to leave, but stopped on the last moment. “You’ll have some visitors today too. The only thing you need to do is satisfy them,” he laughed coldly and closed the door behind him leaving Alyssa awkwardly standing before her clones.

Just a second after the Dark Lord left, all of the girls started talking at the same time wondering what the pale snakeman meant by ‘visitors,’ ‘a few changes,’ and ‘satisfying’ someone. Many of them tried to overyell the others but it became way to loud and so Alyssa stopped trying to solve what everyone was trying to say. She was waiting patiently for the girl to get quiet, but she didn’t have to wait long because one of the clones – she assumed it to be her “rage” – yelled to everyone to “shut the hell up.” At last the silence approached the room and gave a good chance to Alyssa to speak up.

“Listen to me,” she let out sighing to allow her nerves to relax, “I… we need to do whatever that pale freak tells us to do, because…” Alyssa painfully swallowed thinking about her sister’s life, “Because he has Veronica.” Many girls gasped loudly covering their opened mouths with hands looking shocked and afraid. Many exclaimed something like “bloody hell,” “blimey,” or “that bastard.”

Alyssa let everyone quiet down. “She’s alive, but he… he said I must come to him willingly,” she set on one of the fauteuils brushing her hair nervously with her fingers. There was silence again until a very angry “what?!” That raised all the talking again and Alyssa hopelessly sighed holding her face in her hands, leaning her elbows on her knees watching the angry girls yell at her. “How could you? What are you, a whore?!” screamed “Rage.” “I can’t believe you sold your body to him…” continued “Hate.”

“God, would you listen to her?!” yelled “Love,” silencing everyone in the room, “She probably has a good reason to make her do what she did. Just let her explain.” “Rage” and “Hate” looked at the floor shamefully like all the others who said something bad towards Alyssa. Alyssa sighed again standing up and walking around the room, hands behind her back, thinking how to explain everyone her condition.

“I am a slave here, hell, we all are slaves here!” she exclaimed eyeing every girl. She had their attention now and as she noticed all of the orange eyes on her she continued: “Since that snake doesn’t want me to resist him, I believe he expects the same thing from all of you. He mentioned he would give you away to his followers. The only thing we can do now is to stay strong and think of better…”

Alyssa turned around; there was a sound of a door opening and she wasn’t mistaken – there was a young guy standing and eyeing the nine females before him, a thick ancient book in his right hand with lever brown cover. He wasn’t tall as Alyssa’s master, but he still was taller than she, well build – not too muscular but still quite attractive—blond, grey almost silver eyed, and very, very handsome. He had loose black pants on, that came up to his waist held with a lever belt, a black shirt tight around his torso, and a wand in his right hand. The young man slightly widened his eyes at Alyssa once he quickly eyed her body and closed the door behind him.

Every girl started whispering something to each other at the same time while Alyssa tried to find some clothes to cover herself up, but she never found anything, so she just covered her body with a pillow. The blond guy arched an eyebrow at her and looked pretty annoyed when he opened the thick book and placed himself on one of the fauteuils. He skipped through the pages searching for something with a serious and concentrated expression. Every curve of his face was pretty, boyishly pretty. He was very young, maybe slightly older than Alyssa, but approximately the same age. His eyebrows were very light and he somehow reminded Alyssa of Leonardo Dicaprio only a lot lighter. His skin was almost pale, almost… just like Lucius’s. She wondered if they were related by any chance.

“Who are you?” annoyingly asked “Rage” stepping in front of him and folding her arms in an irritated manner. Alyssa felt like hitting herself in a head. How can someone be so straight forward? The blond boy looked up from his book and waved his wand lazily murmuring “silencio” and looked down at the book again flipping pages and reading along with his index finger. “Rage” looked puzzled but when she tried to speak again she couldn’t; nothing came out of her throat and the girl looked a little panicked but mostly angry. “Hate” tried to speak up for her “friend” but the blond handsome boy only waved his wand at her saying “I can make each one of you here silent for the rest of the day if you won’t be quiet for just five minutes” not even looking up from his book.

“Cÿäàì (#1)” Alyssa whispered to the girl in Bulgarian, “óñïîêîÿâñå (#2),” and the girl was quiet and calm. Alyssa set down with her eight “twins” on the pillows and watched the blondie curiously. She covered herself with the pillows and tried to come up with a reason why her master sent in a boy with a book. He was murmuring something to himself and waving his wand in some pattern while still staring at the book. He was like this for about eight minutes, and closed the book loudly once he was done. He quickly stood up rolling on his sleeves and taking a deep breath. Everyone was eyeing him curiously.

“Stand up, get up!” he suddenly spoke waving his wand to everyone. Alyssa nodded and her eight duplicates rose from the pillows and stood in the row. “Take off your clothes,” he demanded coldly without any emotions. Almost everyone gasped and snorted at the same time, others yelled “no way, man,” while Alyssa simply raised her eyebrows slightly surprised. What kind of business does this boy have to do here? she thought. Her master sent in him? But why?

“Just do it!” he yelled irritated, “Or I can do it for you.” His eyes looked at “Rage” and “Hate” threatingly so they would get the message. Alyssa didn’t want any trouble. “Whatever, just do it,” she told everyone; they hesitated but took off their jeans, shirts, and snickers, all standing half naked as Alyssa herself. The blond guy looked annoyed and impatient. “All of it,” he spoke waving his wand around the girls.

“No way, man. Who do you think we are?” burst out “Hate” now stepping forward and looking at the blond guy viciously. His lips curved into an unpleasant smile: “Slaves. You will do as I say or I’ll force you to do what I want.” He isn’t really that threatening, thought Alyssa, I don’t want to make that pale snake angry, but… I just can’t strip in front of somebody I know only for five minutes. “You could do a BJ to someone you knew only for fifteen minutes,” spoke her other inner voice but she blocked it.

“We won’t do it,” Alyssa announced and got some approving nods from the girl-crowd. She knew that she would be forced to remove her clothes but at least she will keep her dignity.

“Suit yourself,” replied blondie shrugging his shoulders and raising his wand at Alyssa first. “Vestitus lacer,” and Alyssa’s lingerie was torn as if cut by a knife. Her pink panties and a bra were lying on the floor. “Vestitus lacer” was heard several more times until every girl in the room was naked, trying to cover herself with a pillow and screaming from disgust and embarrassment.

“Now stand still,” the boy spoke to everyone but they just seemed to be on sugar rush; none of them could stay still. He sighed and pointed his wand at the girls once again “Resideo,” he murmured and everyone stood steadily looking quite shocked and slightly scared. “I am not here to hurt you or use you in any purposes that you might assume,” blondie eyed Alyssa (since she was the first one standing in the row) and looked away eyeing everybody else, “I am here to follow the orders of the Dark Lord and make you look suitable enough for your future owners and keepers.”

The young man raised his wand particularly at Alyssa and touched the side of her face with the end of his wand. “Are you the original one?” he asked emotionlessly. “Yes,” she replied looking him straight in the silver eyes. The guy took her arm and brushed his hand against it. He pointed the wand at her torso. “Mansuetus lenis,” he suddenly murmured and Alyssa felt as if somebody was covering her with cold lotion. The feeling went away in just few seconds and she didn’t feel any different.

“What did you do to me?” she bravely asked eyeing the blondie suspiciously. He snorted and smiled at her.

“I made your skin smoother,” he replied kneeling before her so his head was on the same level with her groin. Every girl turned their heads in their direction watching shocked at the young man. He placed the edge of his wand on Alyssa’s pubic bone covered with a triangle of neat hair, and spoke “Fio audax.” Alyssa felt as if something was entering her skin, crawling inside of her, and it made her very uncomfortable; it felt as if something was alive in that area. As soon as the feeling came it was gone. She looked down and in amazement saw that she was completely bold, just like a Brazilian haircut. The girl grimaced at the blond young man kneeling before her who was looking up at her, and he snorted.

“I’m not done yet,” he spoke to her almost realizing why the girl wasn’t satisfied. “Addo decoro capillus,” he waved his wand in the straight motion and Alyssa felt something worm crawling out of her groin. She watched a straight narrow line of hair appear and gasped in shock at the boy’s abilities. Wow, he really is something she thought; now I won’t have to shave again. Blondie stood up and waved his wand around Alyssa’s whole body saying “Subsido resisto” in a cool but still boyish voice. She felt like nothing changed and questionably looked at the boy in front of her. “To keep them from growing,” he replied stepping aside to another girl on his right.

“Go take a bath,” he turned his head to Alyssa suddenly and pointed at the left corner of the room. She just shrugged and walked into the huge bathroom with one gigantic Jacuzzi that could feet at least twenty people there. The walls, the floor, and the ceiling were sky blue with unknown to her patterns. The girl turned on the water and the delicious oils poured down into the hot water, creating bubbles on its surface. She sunk in, enjoying the perfect temperature and the delicious smell of oils. Alyssa almost forgot about the Dark Lord and her eight duplicates in the other room as she dived her head under water enjoying the tickling hair on her face.


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None of his friends in schools would ever believe him. He, Draco Malfoy, stripped nine girls in the same room, got to see them all naked, and had a wonderful opportunity to look closely at the goods. Of course no one in this days even bothered to look at him now, since his father wasn’t favored by the Dark Lord as he used to be, so that probably wouldn’t make much of the difference on his reputation. He was already known as a “Slytherine Sex God” in Hogwarts, so his x-friends wouldn’t be surprised at all.

Now he had to take care of eight naked girls before him, hot naked girl, though all of them looked identical. Draco couldn’t understand how a muggle, a filthy muggle, could reach something that Merlin himself failed to reach – the identical personality duplication. But… the girls were not the same; they weren’t identical as Draco thought at first, but their behavior, personality, gestures, and reactions were completely different. He tried to force his curiosity away but it was simply overpowering him.

He used the same spells as before on that first original girl, and made everyone appear deliciously smooth and appealing. On many of them he used “Longus Saeta” charm to make their hair longer, “Rotundus Papilla” spell to make their breasts round and a good shape, and also a “Magnus Adaugeo Papilla” to make their breasts bigger. He changed the color of their eyes, skin, and hair, making the “clones” completely different from one another as if they were other people.

Draco knew what an attractive young slut looked like; he had them all in Hogwarts. He created sex-bombs as the muggles would probably say it, and he was proud of his work. One of the girls was black with beautiful chocolate skin, plump lips, big grey eyes, and a body of a hot babe – a completely exotic form of a slut. She had the goods in front and back and hair unnaturally curly; it seemed every hair and every curl was the part of the group making it look like a neat set of curls going down the girl’s body, way down to her waist.

Another girl was blond almost like himself only a little darker with emerald eyes, thin lips, long eyelashes and eyebrows. She had a pale skin, curvy body, long beautiful legs of a “Play Wizard” model, and a look of an innocent girl that would probably turn on any Death Eater. The young Malfoy did not try to make the girl’s breasts enormous, but instead he kept it the same size B, making her appear even younger than she seemed already.

He made another girl look like an Egyptian queen. He knew that no muggle deserves such a title but he just couldn’t help but try, and it worked out perfectly. The hottie had a deliciously tanned skin, body of a goddess with every curve and muscle that would turn the men on, plump lips, and slightly narrow eyes of an Egyptian woman. Her breasts were round and plump standing before him, brown nipples appearing from cold, and goosebumps all over the body that always drive him nuts. Draco did not change the beautiful orange color of the girl’s eyes; he thought it was very unique and attractive.

The other girl that stood out was an Asian one. He didn’t have Asians before nor did any other Death Eater here (well, at least that is what Draco Malfoy thought). She was a hot slut, with D breasts, plump ass, flat stomach, slightly tanned skin, narrow eyes, high cheekbones, long eyelashes, and very sexy lips. Her long black straight hair was all the way down her waist. She was one of those that just screamed “Try me!” without even trying to say anything.

Another girl looked Arabic only without those annoying hair they had all over their bodies. She was also tan and beautiful with black eyes and extremely long eyelashes. The Dark beauty she was.

Draco created whatever came up in his head; he tried everything except for a redhead, because he knew that it would instantly remind him of Weasley family that he hated so much. So he just thought of the regular sluts he had in school, and made some of them with sky blue eyes, black hair, white skin, and good junk in the front. He thought all of the girl looked extremely unique and unrecognizable; the Death Eaters would certainly have a choice to make. But Draco knew that he also left at least one part of the original girl in everyone; he just thought that muggle was almost a true perfection of a woman, well at least in his eyes. What is he thinking? Of course, she is beautiful, very beautiful, with those big brownish orange eyes that seem to look through his soul… He better stop thinking about her. She is a slave, for Merlin’s sake! And she isn’t just a slave; she’s the Dark Lord’s personal sex-toy. No wander he didn’t want her dramatically changed; the Dark Lord has quite the taste in women himself. But Draco never even thought that his master was interested in anything that had to do with pleasures. It is better not to think about this, he thought.

The young Malfoy sent each girl to the bathroom to clean themselves up before the group of horny men arrives and picks their lovely “ride” for the day. He sunk down on a fauteuil, the huge book of ancient dark spells on his lap, and thought about the dresses he had to design for nine girls. Now, making them physically attractive was absolutely nothing for him, but girl fashion… come on! Well, he could try at least something sexy and desirable. Meanwhile, he waved his wand at the jeans, shirts, and torn panties and bras that lay on the carpet and burned them to ashes; it was the dark Lord’s order – to destroy whatever muggle possession they had.


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Alyssa couldn’t believe what she saw. There were eight completely unrecognizable girls standing in front of her and getting into the huge tub talking about that blond guy who transformed them into their shapes and forms. Alyssa couldn’t believe it; that boy was so powerful, or can every wizard do that?

She took a good look at the girls. Man, they looked like sluts for sure; big breasts, sexy bodies, perfect facial features, and of course silky smooth skin. Alyssa couldn’t help but compare them to the superstars. One looked like Alicia Silverstone, another like Cindy Crawford, another like Heather Graham, Tyra Banks, Gabrielle Reece only without too many muscles, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Li Gong, and Tiffany Amber Thiessen. WOW! The only thing that Alyssa did not understand is why didn’t that blondie change her? He didn’t give her gigantic boobs or butt like to other girls, nor did he change her facial appearances. That was a little bit strange.

“Look at this! He gave me tits of Pamela Anderson. The only thing I need is a red swimming suit,” exclaimed “Hate” pointing at her breasts.

“He made me an Asian slut,” replied “Despair” looking down at the bubbling water and washing her body in it.

“Don’t worry. He made me black. Now I won’t recognize myself in the mirror,” exclaimed “Hope” trying to cheer up “Despair,” but the girl just sank entirely into the water, wetting her long hair.

“All of us won’t recognize ourselves anymore,” spoke “Sorrow” on the verge of crying, “I don’t know who I look like anymore. It’s like that little blond brat took everything away from me. I am not me anymore!”

“Phttt… I am an Arab! Look at me! I’m like… Princes Jasmine from Aladdin or something. At least he kept your perfect white skin,” replied “Hate” to “Sorrow” so she would just go down to earth, “And look at ‘Rage!’ Seriously, she can’t even say anything! That bastard waved his freaking wand and now she can’t talk. Plus, he made her look like some blond fourteen year old.”

“Enough,” said Alyssa standing up from the tub and taking a towel to dry herself, “It doesn’t matter what you look like. All of you will get the same share in the end of the day, because the men don’t care, they just don’t! As long as they have something to fuck, they’ll be satisfied. So just quit whining. We need to be strong. We need to survive this, survive and hope that some miracle would save us, because we are stuck here, like it or not.”

She didn’t hear or see the reaction of eight girls because she immediately walked out of the bathroom into the room, wrapping her body in the towel and placing herself on the pillows. Alyssa almost forgot about the handsome blond boy who noticed her appearance and was staring at her intently. The girl wondered whether he heard what she said or not. She got irritated and bravely asked: “So what else are you going to do to us?”

The blond guy was silent for a moment and then spoke: “Give you proper clothes. That muggle junk was no good for the Dark Lord.” She rolled her eyes.

“Why do you call us muggles? What it’s supposed to mean?” Alyssa bravely asked again. She didn’t care for now, she just needed answers and she knew that she wouldn’t get them from her master, so why not ask his servant? He might tell her exactly what she needs to know.

The blond boy snorted but answered: “Muggles are filth and disgrace that overpopulates the Earth. They need to be destroyed all of them, so the magic world would take over, not them. They are stupid lacking magic idiots that sometimes dare to produce wizards like us, making the magic world full of mudbloods that don’t deserve wizardy education.” He spoke with hate and disgust that surprised Alyssa very much; the boy had the same attitude towards “muggles” as the Dark Lord.

She didn’t say anything to the blondie for several seconds but then replied: “I think you have some serious issues.” The guy arched an eyebrow at her and then spat out “You’re a slave, you’re not supposed to think, just do as your master commands.”

“Well, you aren’t my master, you’re just his servant so don’t tell me what to do,” she angrily uttered narrowing her eyes at the blond boy.

“You’re lucky that the Dark Lord himself claimed you his, or I would’ve showed you your place right here and now, and believe me, it wouldn’t have been pleasant, well, for you at least,” he mocked Alyssa standing up from the fauteuil he was sitting on and stepping closer to her, pointing his wand at her. “Get up! I’m not through with you yet,” he dangerously exclaimed before even letting the girl say anything to his last remark.

Alyssa wasn’t scared anymore; she finally found out that no one could touch her here except the “Dark Lord,” so she could behave as badly as she chose to others because they wouldn’t dare cross their master. That just made her smile, especially when the blond boy tore off the towel from her torso exposing her bare flesh and sexy body. She smirked at him as he stood closer to her, now definitely showing her that he was taller and stronger. He pointed the wand at her forehead and Alyssa immediately remembered yesterday’s torture, the pain and the burning she felt, but she did not tremble or flinched away from the wand, knowing that the boy wouldn’t touch her; the Dark Lord would know if he did.

The boy whispered something in Latin and Alyssa felt like a hot breeze was circling her head, and in just seconds her hair were dry and naturally curly. Another spell and she felt a cold metal around her forehead. It was a golden tiara with a red stone in the middle that somehow reminded her of Sailor Moon. Another wave of the wand and she was in a beautiful long ruby dress held with gold circles on her neck and naval, tied with elegant fabric, holding the little cloth on her breasts in one place, and supporting the long garb of rag going all the way to the floor, exposing Alyssa’s legs, thighs, and hips. Another spell and she wore a golden snake bracelet on her arm, and the other on her ankle. She looked stunning and the color really made Alyssa look mature.

The blond handsome guy eyed the girl before him and smiled at his work. “Yes, the Dark Lord would not be disappointed. He expects me to fail, but I will show him that I can be quite useful,” he thought to himself. The slave before him was very beautiful; she looked more like a goddess than a prisoner, but he knew that he didn’t overdo it.

“Excuse me, aren’t you forgetting about my panties?” Alyssa asked irritated that she has to walk around without underwear on like a total slut. The guy looked down at her exposed hips and seemed to be considering her offer but smiled instead. “You won’t need them, and by the way, this dress looks better without panties. It totally says that you are the Dark Lord’s whore.”

Alyssa smiled at the guy maliciously and pointed at his left forearm “Well, at least I do not have a slavery mark on my body or whatever the hell that is. I saw it yesterday on other followers; I guess every one of you has it.”

“Oh, you’re talking about this?” he brought up his forearm closer for Alyssa to see. “This just indicates that I am on the right side when the war’s over and the Dark Lord wins.” The tattoo was in a shape of a skull and a snake curling around it.

The blond boy seemed to be tired of chit-chat and set on the fauteuil waiting for other girl to arrive so he would give them proper ancient slave clothes. It consisted of a brown lever bra, circled around with gold metal and tied in the back with a magic seal of ownership, which only the master of the slave could open. The lower part of the clothing consisted of a long cloth that exposed the legs and thighs of the slaves, held by the metal stripes on hips. Traditional bracelets and hair-jewelry were given to each slave, and also the neck bracelets that were tied to the chains.

Draco didn’t have to wait long. He dressed every girl in the same identical costume except for the clothes’ color: he gave every slave its own color like red, purple, blue, green, chocolate, gold, and aqua green. And so he left taking the dark arts book with him, and giving the last look at all the girls standing. Today would be the worst day of their miserable pathetic lives. He hopes the Death Eaters would fuck them for all they worth and maybe, just maybe, he can get one of the girls for himself. Yes, indeed he did a great job and the Dark Lord must reward him well. Draco’s eye was mostly put on Alyssa but he knew that she belonged to his master, so his second best choice lay on the chocolate colored voluptuous slave. All he could do was hope that she could be his for at least a night.

Translations from the text. Bulgarian to English.

#1 “Sit down.”

#2 “Calm down.”