Soulbound : Tom Riddle

12: Eye for an Eye

The light in her room was blinding as she was startled awake. To her discomfort, her head was pounding from what happened before. She knew immediately what happened. It occurred to her in her dream, but something was off.

Remembering that he knew she was from another world, that only told her that he was probably never the one who put her in a coma. But even with that on her mind, it wasn't a priority.

She realised she'd been changed into another pair of warm clothing and her wounds were well treated. She didn't feel a cut behind her head. No scar and no stitches, which was a surprise considering the amount of blood she'd split.

She headed for her door as she tried to leave but it was locked. She heard a click many times as she rattled the door.

"What?" she thought aloud.

"I was starting to wonder if you were dead," Tom's voice broke the silence.

She whipped around and backed against the door as she saw him get up from Druella's bed. She slowly made her way back to her side of the room and searched for her old clothes.

"You won't find what you're looking for, I had to confiscate your wand," Tom said. "Sorry for the inconvenience."

Though he didn't sound so sorry.

"I'm looking for my clothes," Victoria said. "What did you do with them?"

"I burned them."

"You what?" Victoria exclaimed. "I- they- they were a gift!"

"A lousy one at that," Tom sneered. "But I know what I want."

He then neared her as she made contact with her nightstand and gasped as he stood inches away from him.

"Whatever answers you want, you're not getting them," she said defensively. But she couldn't remember what it was he wanted to find out.

Tom seemed to think otherwise as he said, "This other world of yours... whatever it was, you seem to know plenty about me. Including my fate."

She knew where this was headed but as she thought harder, it only pained her more to try to remember the answer herself. What was his fate?

Her jaw suddenly went agape slowly as she realised that she had forgotten everything she thought she knew about Voldemort. Almost everything. She knew he wanted to make horcruxes, but nothing was clear to her as she struggled to remember. But she stopped trying once she realised it was the best.

"I- I don't remember," she said with realisation. She chuckled then broke into a smile as she looked at him. "I don't remember a thing."

He didn't seem happy about this as his breath quivered with frustration. He had been waiting for her to awake for an entire day only for her to tell him she didn't remember.

"No matter," Tom said with a cunning stare at the ground. "Legilimency works strangely. I can force you to remember... even if I have to torture it out of you."

She clenched her jaw. "Over my dead body."

He neared her as she moved further away, but she was cornered against her nightstand. She felt her breath quicken as he grabbed her by the collar and rather than pain, she felt his lips harshly collide on hers.

It brought her back to the broom closet, his roughness and desperation that she had mistaken for passion. She let it happen as she weakly whimpered from the bite of his teeth onto her lips.

His left hand was pressed against her thigh as he inhaled her in and pulled her harshly by the back of her neck. She wasn't sure how to react as he moved down from her lips down to her jaw and immediately started hitting her with an arousal on her neck.