Two little words that can set my world on fire. The feel of your touch as you whisper against my ear “Good Girl” How those words send me to that space. A space where I long to please you. Where I do become the good girl. Your good little whore that dives into depravity without a thought. I am a good girl. A very good girl.
“No, sir,” said Riddle quickly.
But Harry was sure it was the same sort of “no” that he himself had given Dumbledore.
(Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, chapter 13)
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