{𝕰𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝕋.ℝ}

Chapter 42

Sorry

Tom woke up to the feeling of exhaustion and coldness. His head spun and he felt miserable.

His wand was gone and his locket...His locket was gone too. He couldn't feel his limbs. He felt numb all over. He could hear talking from outside. The gaurds were here.

"Fuck.." he rasped out and the talking stopped from outside. A head popped from behind the wall and glanced beyond the iron gate which kept the cell sealed. Tom looked at the gaurd and frowned when the man smiled. Not a kind one.

He looked unpleasant. His hair greasy and gruff, eyes carrying a crazy look, a few teeth missing. Over all he looked mad. He was gone as soon as he came and soon along with him, another one stepped into the cell. This one looked almost the same, only a bit younger and less crazy.

"We were wondering when you would open those pretty eyes of yours and we can have some fun." The older one said and Tom glared at the two men. He knew what was coming.

Tom coughed out blood as another kick landed on his abdomen. He denied to scream or even hiss in pain as blow after blow came to his body. He lay on the cold ground as the gaurds got bored and left him to be.

He did not know how long it has been since he was brought here. There were no windows and it was unusually cold. He could only assume they kept him and the other prisoners in similar cells underground in some remote place.

They barely fed him. Sometimes, a piece of bread or some kind of almost rotten fruit would be thrown in. He had been through a lot worse through his years as an poor orphan. If they thought this would break him, then they were wrong.

He adapted easily. If there was one thing life taught him, it was to survive with whatever he had. He had to eat to save some energy and try to get out of here or atleast be alive until his knights found him.

He held his burning stomach and crawled towards the small pot with water and drank some out of it before leaning against the dirty rock wall.

When he was first brought here, he tried to use magic, but it had not worked. The gaurds around here were dumb fucks. All they did was laugh or torture the prisoners until they got bored. It was his turn today. Mostly it was his turn.

He noticed his torn, bloody clothes and his greasy hair. He was pretty sure his face was fucked too. They did a good number on him.

The footsteps approaching snapped him out of his thoughts and his head shot up, not wanting to look weak and defeated.

His cell opened, the minimum light coming from the barely glowing lamp did not help to see anything properly. He could see a man step inside and stand under the light.

"Grindelwald" Tom said, his voice gruff and strained. "Tom Riddle. It's nice to finally meet you properly." Grindelwald smiled, sadistic and disgusting.

"I wonder, what made the witch so fascinated with someone like you." He said and Tom glared up at him. "What can I say, you'll find, I can be very... persuasive." Tom smirked, his bloody teeth showing, making him look crazy and the way his eyes glimmered made it all the more scary.

Grindelwald let out a laugh, the sound echoing against the rock walls. "What do you say you work for me Riddle. Join me." He said, smile wide and sadistic.

Tom smiled, his eyes piercing and he proped one leg and placed his elbow on the knee and extended his arm as he ran the free hand through his greasy, smelly hair. He chuckled darkly and looked down at his hand and picked on the dirt in his nails, paying no mind to the now fuming dark lord standing infront of him.