Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Betrayal by Blood

Word Count: 690

The dungeon was cold, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and decay. I could feel the rough, damp stone pressing into my back and the ropes binding my wrists felt like they were cutting into my skin. The darkness was suffocating, broken only by the dim light of a single flickering torch that cast eerie shadows on the walls.

My heart pounding in my chest, each beat a painful reminder of how fragile life was. I knew I didn't have much time. This was the end.

Footsteps echoed in the distance, growing louder with every step. I tensed, every nerve in my body screaming for escape, but there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. The door creaked open, and I flinched as the figure stepped through.

It was him.

Voldemort.

His presence was like a cold wind, freezing me to the bone. His eyes, those empty, soulless eyes, locked onto mine, and I felt as though he was tearing me apart from the inside. He moved closer, his wand raised, and I knew what was coming.

"Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Please, stop."

But he didn't. He never would.

The first curse hit me like a hammer, pain exploding through my body with such intensity that I thought I would die right then and there. I screamed, the sound echoing off the stone walls, but it only seemed to fuel his cruelty.

"Crucio," he hissed again, the word dripping with malice.

The agony was unbearable. My muscles spasmed uncontrollably as I writhed in the chair, tears streaming down my face. I didn't beg anymore. I knew it didn't matter.

Voldemort's voice was a cold, mocking hiss. "You think you are special, don't you? That my son's affection would protect you. But no one is safe from me. Including you."

I gasped for breath, my vision blurring as the pain continued to ravage my body. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, memories flashing before my eyes. I thought of him–his son–the man I loved, the man who loved me. How did it come to this? How had I ended up here, in this nightmare?

The pain was too much, and I felt myself slipping away, the edges of my consciousness fading. I wanted to scream his name, to call out for him, but my voice was gone, my strength drained.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, the torture stopped. I slumped in the chair, my body trembling and broken. Voldemort stood over me, his expression unreadable, but I could see the satisfaction in his eyes.

He turned and left the room, leaving me there, teetering on the brink of death.

I don't know how much time had passed before the door burst open again. This time, it wasn't the Dark lord who entered–it was him. He rushed to my side, his face pale and stretched with horror.

"No...no, no, no..." he whispered, his hands shaking and he gently lifted my head.

I could barely see him, my vision clouded with pain and tears, but I knew it was him. I tried to speak, to tell him that I loved him, that I was sorry, but all that escaped from my lips was a weak gasp.

"Who did this to you?" he demanded, his voice trembling with rage and despair. "Who hurt you?"

I tried to respond, to tell him the truth, but I didn't need to. In my eyes, he saw it all. The realization hit him like a physical blow, and he recoiled, his face contorting in anger.

"My father...it was my father..."

His voice broke, and he cradled me against his chest, holding me close as if he could shield me from the horror of it all. But I could feel my life slipping away, the last flicker of strength leaving my body.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his tears falling onto my skin. "I'm so sorry..."

But it was too late. I felt myself fading, the darkness closing in around me. The last thing I heard was his anguished cry, echoing through the dungeon as I slipped away, leaving him behind in a world that betrayed us both. 

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Kinda want to make either a part 2 of this story, or an alternate ending. Let me know your thoughts...

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