𝓤𝓼𝓮 𝓜𝓮 - 𝓣.𝓜.𝓡

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛

"Did you know I was a horcrux?" That was the next question his mistress graced him with.

"What?!" Tom's head snapped towards his mistress.

"I'll take that as a no."

"How?"

"That night when you went to kill me for the first time a part of your soul broke off and attached itself on me. My guess is that your main soul was to broken that you created an accidental horcrux." His mistress explained.

Tom nodded; it was a reasonable explanation.

"Now, I'm going to ask something, but you don't have to answer, ok?"

Tom nodded wondering what on earth could his mistress wanted to know.

"What happened to you after the aurors took you in?"

Tom paled. He didn't think he could talk about this. He was horrified.

"Riddle?" He distantly heard his mistress voice and wondered why it sounded so far away. "Riddle, look at me." That sounded like an order, so he tried to obey, but his vision was blurry, and he couldn't find his mistress figure. "Open your mouth." That he could do, so he complied.

A liquid was abruptly poured into his mouth, Tom went to spit it out, but a hand covered his mouth, and another hand was massaging his throat, forcing him to allow the liquid down. His eyes went wide at the fact that he had no idea what he just drank.

"Shh, it's okay. It was a calming potion." His mistress voice reassured him. "Take deep breath." He slowly inhaled, exhaled, and repeated the process. "That's it, keep going."

His vision gradually became clearer, and his ears focused on the small sounds.

"Good boy." His mistress praised him, and he felt himself blush at that. He had never been praised as a slave, it felt nice, he supposed, it certainly wasn't unwelcomed he decided.

"Thank you, mistress."

"No need, pet" Her soft hands were placed on his thigh.

"They- "Tom started.

"You don't have to tell me, I won't force you to, and I won't punish you for not talking about it either." She squeezed his thigh reassuringly.

"I want, no I need to talk about it, mistress." He closed his eyes.

"You sure?" Concern in her voice.

Tom nodded and glanced at her feet. "Can I- can I kneel, mistress?"

"What?" His mistress looked taken aback by his request.

"Can I kneel?" He questioned again and quickly did so when his mistress nodded.

"You, ok?

Tom nodded. He wouldn't admit it, but he felt comfortable when he was at his mistress feet, it was like a reminder that his mistress still wasn't getting rid of him.

"At first, they locked me up in a cellar where I was chained to the walls, I tried to escape with my wandless magic, but there were magic suppressers all around me so I couldn't. I tried to escape for a few weeks and eventually gave up and saved the little magic I had left for an emergency." Tom paused.

His mistress hands moved to pet him, and he hummed in delight.

"After they saw I gave up they stopped feeding me completely. They starved me until the point I let go of my dignity and begged for food, they gave me some – dog food – I left it there, I obviously wasn't going to eat that no matter how desperate I was. They laughed and continued to eat their meals in front of me." He took a deep breath but eventually continued.

"One night, the man, Ben came into my cellar and started to curse me, it went on for a few hours until the minister called for him and he left without a word. Him and Thalia came and went for the next few months. My magic focused on healing my injuries or making themselves less painful.

'But one day Ben came and, my magic wasn't strong enough to protect me." Tom curled himself into a small ball, trembling.

He felt his mistress hands move to his tense shoulders and massage them.

"He raped me, mistress." He felt a tear roll down. "It went on for days, and one day he decided he wanted me to suck him. I resisted at first, but eventually I was too tired to continue to fight, I hadn't eaten properly since the moment I arrived, my magic was so weak, and I had bruises all over my body, I wasn't strong enough to fight back anymore, so I let him do as he pleased with me.

'Thalia would chain me to the wall and use me for her pleasure then leave. Occasionally they used me at the same time, sometimes they would take turns in what they did – one would torture me will the other pleasured their selves and then they would switch – I couldn't take anymore and called for a Right of Conquest, they couldn't touch me anymore, not without your permission."

He was crying uncontrollably.

"Shh, it's okay, you're safe now, I won't let them take you from me." His mistress threw his head back so that she could look at his face. Cleaning his face from tears she said. "I'm so proud of you."

"What?" Tom asked, voice barely audible.

"It's takes very strong person to go through what you went through."
"No, I'm weak. I wouldn't have gone through any of that if I were strong." Tom denied.

"I'm not talking about physical strength, Tom. I'm talking about emotional strength, mental strength." His mistress told him and kissed his forehead causing his eyes to open. "When I was younger, I used to tell myself one thing."

"What did you tell yourself, mistress?"

"Pain only makes us stronger. That's what I told myself, that's a phrase I grew up with and now, well I guess you should remember it too."

"I'm useless, mistress. Why do you keep me?"

"Useless?" Her hands returned to his hair.

"You don't even need me here." Tom muttered.

"Maybe not, but I wasn't going to leave you there."

"Why not?"

"I had my suspicions, you just confirmed them."

Tom stayed silent for a few seconds, only breaking it when his mistress stopped petting him. "You really do like being petted, don't you?" Tom nodded a bit embarrassed. "No need to be shy." Her hands returned to his hair. Tom hummed in delight and leaned back on his mistress legs, relaxing.