Delicate - Mattheo Riddle

nagini

Panic woke me up.

I gasped for air, choking on the dusty atmosphere and the horrible aroma of rusting metal.

My head flew up, my eyes darting around the unfamiliar room.

It looked like a basement. Pillars of metal and plumbing filled the dark empty space. The faint dripping of water coming from one of the pipes continued in a rhythmic matter.

There was one door, one dusty, brown wooden door on the other side of the room. Otherwise there were no windows, no other ways to escape.

Rope scrapes against my skin as I struggled to break free of my hands.

I was sitting on the cold hard floor. my arms tied around the poll I was sitting against and my mouth was gagged.

I tried to scream but my voice was weak. and It hurt to move. I looked in the pocket of my jeans for my wand but of course that was gone. Along with everything else I happened to be carrying today.

Hell, I didn't even know what day it was.

I heard footsteps creak down the stairs on the other side of the door. Followed by whispers

I gulped, preparing for the worst. My knuckles turned white and I kept on the floor.

The door swung open. The hinges squeaked as it was followed by heavy heavy heavy footsteps.

I was afraid to look up. I pressed my teeth together and bit back the urge to scream my head off.

"well well well." the deep voice was oddly familiar and had an evil aura to it. "estelle berkshire. we meet again." my eyes met his out of my pure curiosity.

Chalk-White face, Red eyes, Long thin fingers and fingernails.

He knelt down and met my eyes more properly. Inches from my face. It sickened me.

I should've fucking known.

"What do you want from me?" my voice was lower than expected. And had an urgency.

"a few things my dear." He drug his nails down my face.

My gaze travelled to the people behind him.

One was a man I'd never seen before. and one was my uncle. my rapist. the person who traumatized me more than anyone.

And the one in front of me was lord fucking voldemort.

"the ultimate objective of getting you back to me. was revenge. I want to kill you. I want to taste your blood on my hands. I want to hear your screams." He licked his pale pink lips.

"But I also wanted to know something."

I didn't care enough to ask why before he responded.

"Why my son finds you so fascinating." He tucked some of my hair behind my ear. The scent that tickled my nose frightened me.

Metal. Blood, and Corpses

"You. Are. Beautiful. my dear." He said, taking long pauses in between words.

"I am aren't I? But I think you'd be much more interested in this." I picked up my knee and met his crotch, which caused him to drop his long wand. I grabbed it with some of my free fingers and quickly muttered a spell to get them off. All in the span of 6 seconds.

I jumped up and dug the wand into his neck.

He chuckled. The two men behind him held up their wands.

"Stand down." He growled out of the low of his throat. The men hesitated but lowered their wands. "You are quite smart my dear. This is why I think you would look perfect by mine and Mattheos side."