What's a Riddle?

Roxanne

| Warning: This chapter has mentions of depression, self harm, violence, and there is strong sexual content. If you're sensitive to any of these topics. Either read with caution, or go to the next chapter. You could also find another book to read. It's not my intention to trigger anyone in anyway. ~

My heart was racing running down the hill holding my chest feeling my heartbeat. So much was running through my head. Tom just told me that I was the missing piece he was looking for, he became a little soft with me, and he let me go. I was also scared he would change his mind, and come grab me. But once I slowed down I didn't hear any footsteps coming near me. I even stopped walking, and waited for ten minutes. There was no sound except the sound of wind. It took me some time to realize that Tom wasn't lying. He really did let me go...I was free. I know I'm sounding like a horrible person, but I ran. I ran as far as I could from the cliff, and into the forest. My breathing increased rapidly, and I could feel the sweat fall down my back. I was running away from my fucking kidnapper. The run ended because I was completely out of breath. While putting my hands on my knees, and bending down a little. I saw a scar on the inside of my arm showing off. And I remembered where I received that scar. It was a scar that I gave myself a month ago because I entered another depression state. It was also the only scar I recently gave myself out of sadness. Then it hit me. I haven't cut myself in one month. I hurt myself before Tom kidnapped me. Which means that I was happy enough to not hurt myself. That's when I realized I really loved him. When I looked up again I saw the way we came out. It was a little tunnel that led to the Chamber of Secrets.
     I composed myself before running into the tunnel, and going towards the Chamber. Once I got down at the end, I saw the front door completely closed. The snakes were locking the door keeping it secure. The one problem is I didn't know the password. "Ah fuck me!" There wasn't anything for me to pick the lock with, and there wasn't even a key hole. I tried my best to think of what Tom was saying before. When I played the memory again the language he was speaking sounded similar to Harry talking in his sleep. It sounded like a snake trying to speak English. So I did my best to say something in Parseltongue. Which was me just rolling my tongue, and making hissing noises. After a few tries I was able to open the door. I know this place brings back trauma for me. But...everywhere I've gone in life gave me trauma. Except this is the only place that made me happy enough to not cut. That's why I'm going fucking back.
    I was doing my absolute best to not cry about this whole thing because I knew something bad might happen. The funny thing is, and from what I remember. Tom took me a month ago. But I don't think it took me a month to fall in love with him. I think I fell in love with him the second he kissed me. I think I thought he was sexually attractive when I saw him in the shower. But I definitely started to have feelings for him when he kissed me. While running up the stairs hoping Tom would be there. I found the place where he first choked me. I was a little scared, but it also felt a little safe at the same time. I ran to all the rooms, but I couldn't find him anywhere. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. Since he wasn't there I thought of getting my journal back from my old room. I mean if I really couldn't be with him. I guess I have to go back to my old life. Waking up feeling numb, and wishing for my life to end. Tom was the first person to make me see a point in living. Around this point it was almost impossible to hold back my tears. When I entered my room the memories flooded my head. My tears were running down my face slowly, and painfully.
     "Roxy?" I turned around quickly to see Tom standing in the doorway. A smile grew on my face while my tears still fell down my cheeks. "I'm so happy you're here, Tom." I could see his eyes were a little red. "Why did you come back?" "Because I realized I was finally happy." "What do you mean?" "I haven't cut in a month. Ever since you took me I haven't cut myself." More tears came rushing down my face, and I could feel myself smile again. "I love you, Tom." He looked at me with his mouth open a little, and a confused expression showed on his face. "Come here." I ran up to him and jumped up on him with my legs tangled around his stomach. He softly kissed me, and walked me over to my bed still holding me.
    He dropped me on the bed, and took off his shirt keeping me down. He wiped my tears away with his thumb, and started to make out with me. He pinned my arms down while biting down on my neck. I let out a small trail of moans, and bit my lip. He let go of me, and slid down my stomach. He began to take my clit in his mouth which always pleased me. But I also felt like I owed him for all the times he satisfied me. "Tom?" "Yes, darling?" "I want to thank you for everything you've done to me." "What?" "I think you should be rewarded for doing so well in pleasuring me." "Well what's the reward?" He stood up confused, and I stood up with him. "I don't understand." "I'm going to let you do whatever you want to me. But first I'm going to satisfy you." "I really don't understand." I kneeled down onto my knees looking up at him. Suddenly a smirk grew on his face. He unbuttoned his belt, and I took him into my mouth. I've actually never done this before because I've never given myself the opportunity. I mean there were a few instances where some guys from Hufflepuff house wanted me to give them head. But I really didn't like them, and didn't want to put my mouth over their dicks. But Tom was so much different. He actually made me feel better about life, and he was really fucking good at sex. I could hear him grunting, and panting as I swallowed him. After some time he ordered me back to the bed. I could tell I did a good job because he seemed pleased. "I will say to you Roxy. That was the best fucking head I've ever received." "Well I'm gla-." He grabbed my neck and started to make out with me again. He pushed me down on the bed, and grabbed my legs spreading them open. He immediately bit down hard on my clit making me whimper which only made him bite down harder. My arms flew to the side grabbing a hold on the silk sheets. He just kept biting down making me moan even louder. He stopped biting me and blew some air over the bit marks. He then softly kissed my clit shoving his tongue inside. My back arched like a fucking bridge. I felt some sweat come down my chest as he was continuing to pleasure me. He stopped, and slammed inside me forcing my neck to arch. He began to thrust in and out of me while pinning me down. Every little thrust felt like a little bit of pleasure building up inside me. He started to softly kiss my neck even though he was being rough with me.
    After some time went by I let out a loud scream which told me that I was complete. He pulled out of me, and got dressed. I had to sit there for a little to compose myself, but I eventually did. I grabbed my clothes and put them back on. "I have to get up early tomorrow. So you can do whatever you want." "Alright." He left my room, and I got changed into a silk tank top, and shorts. I tried to go lay down on my bed but I couldn't sleep. The bed was comfortable as always. But I just couldn't get myself to go the fuck asleep. Then I realized that I didn't want to be alone. I wanted to be with Tom. I got up from my bed and slowly walked over to his room hoping to not wake him up. Once I opened his door he was in his bed, but his eyes were wide open reading a book. He looked up at me, and put his book down to the side table. "Is everything alright darling?" "Do you think I could maybe stay with you?" "Of course you can." I softly smiled, and basically jumped into his bed like I was five. He turned off his light, and I rested my head on the pillow next to him. I turned my back, and he came up behind me holding me in his arms. He covered me with the silk sheets and kissed me on the back of my neck. I felt myself drifting off into a peaceful sleep, and it made me feel better that he was there.