The one I tried to save (Tom riddle fanfic)

Torture (chapter 10)

Torture. That's what it felt like. Torture. Obeying to riddles tasks and questions just screamed torture. The way he threatened me. Torture. The way he put his jacket over me. Torture. The way his voice sounded as he praised me. Torture. The way he places his head on my shoulder. Torture. Everything Tom riddle does equals torture.

I'm still there. Leaning against him as if he didn't just threaten my life, forcing me to curse the innocent animal.

The guilt starts clawing at me as I lean against him. God I'm leaning against a sociopath. His arms slither around my waist inching me closer by the second. I need to get out of here. I start feeling my throat closing up. I'm panicking. I have a pretty damn reason to panic I'm sure but. Why.

I need to get out of here.

I tense my body slowly breaking away from him just to be pulled back slowly by riddle. "Shhh your okay" he whispers as I starts to relax again.

No Sephora

Stop it Sephora

Don't let him overpower your needs. Leave. Run. Snitch. Should I snitch? Should I run? Should I leave? These question run through my head at once leaving me standing there leaning against the person who just threatened my life.

I breath heavily slowly building up the courage to say something.
"Don't- touch me"
I say sternly but slowly letting the words sink into his cold heart. He releases me as I take the chance to bolt. And fucking hell do I bolt.

Headmasters office??

"Davy" I hear a loud roached voice behind me i spin around shaking from the torture that had just Occurred as flinch stands there. And well shit. "Uhh who's that?" I decide to play dumb. Idk who that isss. Totally.
"Lestrange?" Finch says squinting at me before I do a obvious nod before bolting away.

Go to headmasters office Sephora

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I arrive at the headmasters office as I puff soon hearing two voices inside. Like I give a Fuck. I bang on the door. God can someone just open it already. Please?

"Miss davy" dumbledore says looking down at me as I'm on the verge of breaking down in tears. "I'm just having a chat with riddle about some manners I'll be wi-" he pauses looking at my pleasing look before my face turning dull seeing riddle behind him smirking wildly at me.

He knew.

He knew I was going to snitch.

I feel my throat closing over as I drop to my knees gasping for air. Why can't I breath? "Curse, riddle please pas-" that's all I heard before everything went black.

Did I die? What did he mean by a curse? Had someone cursed me? Was it riddle? Was it flinch? Who was it?

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I wake up immediately, pleasured by a shushed argument. They had some trouble keeping it 'hushed'

"You almost killed her" one voice said I didn't dare open my eyes. I wanted to listen.
"I didn't cast the curse" the other one argued back. So their talking about the curse.
"Yes you did, we all know it riddle."
Riddle. So he did curse me.
"We need her, you know this" the same voice said again interrupting my thoughts.

I feel a sting at me head. Ow. I wanted to curl up into a ball holding my throbbing head but I couldn't. They would know I'm awake. The convosation stops.

"Leave" the voice says that I now know of riddle. Footsteps leave the room. We're am I?

Silence

"I know your awake" my heartbeat starts thumping through my chest. I stay still. I refuse to obey. Faint footsteps walk up to me sitting beside me. "Get up Davy" his stern voice interrupts my focus as I shoot up, instantly rolling off the bed. We're am I?

"We're am  I riddle??" I say slightly flustered as I get up off the floor now standing, watching his every move as he slowly gets up off the bed turning to me locking eyes.

"My dorm" he simply says
"why?"

"Why don't we play a game?"

"I don't have time for your games riddle"

"Question for question" he says oddly calm.

My heartbeat picks back up pounding against my chest as one of my hands fly to my chest rubbing small slow circles calming my heart down.

"Do you often have panic attacks??" Tom says watching my hand at my chest as I stare at him dumbfounded. I don't have Panic attacks..

"What do you mean?" I say as I press my hand firmly over my chest pressing slightly.

"A panic attack? You just had one Sephora. Do you get them often?"

"I thought this was a game of question for question"

"Is it. Do you get them often"

My hands start shaking feeling my throat closing over.

"Release the curse riddle"

"What curse?" He asks looking slightly worried. That's new. My hands fly to my neck. I can't breath.

He stares at me not knowing what to do honestly. Is that how you charm people watching them struggle Infront of you. Or do you enjoy the struggling of people. God I wonder.

He snaps back into reality walking up to be calmly. How is he so calm? He stands Infront of me as I look down his arms slithering around my waist pulling me closer. His head resting on top of mine.

"Breathe"

I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this.

Run. Run. Run.

I want to run. That's what my body is telling me. To run. To hide. To hurl over in fear. Instead I don't. I burry those thoughts and feelings down embracing the moment.

The way my My head fell against his chest. Pleasure. The way my My body leaned on his. Pleasure. The way my breathing mixed with his. Pleasure. The way I felt calm. Pleasure.

Everything that Tom riddle does can be torture. Or pleasure.

Ah I adore this chapter lol