His Violent Delight (A Tom Riddle Fanfiction)

Chapter XXII: Ugly Cries

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains a lot of violence and torture.

The Chamber of Secrets was opened, and everything was going exactly according to plan. So much to plan, that a twisted part of me wanted people to start suspecting that I was the Heir of Slytherin. Of course, my Knights already knew, but it wasn't enough.

It never was. Nothing ever seemed to be enough for me.

I always wanted more. Always craved more.

A sick part of me wanted Amelia Diggory. Not in the way I had wanted Isabella, of course. No, this was different. I wanted to scare Amelia, to watch her crumble beneath me. Something about how her green eyes widened in fear when I cornered her in the corridor made me want to do it all over again. It almost turned me on.

I wanted to drain the light from her eyes with one simple spell.

At first, I thought the basilisk could rid me of her, but now I've decided: I'll do it myself when the time is right. I could use her, you know. She'd make a far better servant than most of my Knights, and some part of me believed there was a darkness inside her that I would very much like to unravel.

I wanted to know more about her.

My Knights were supposed to take care of that, but they've proven useless. They'll be punished for it tonight, of course.

...

Draycie waited for me at the end of the corridor, her innocent face oblivious to the game she was caught in. She was a stupid little mouse, unaware that the cat had led her straight to his dinner table

All because of a boy. All because of love.

Abraxas could have made her happy, you know. He was high-status, rich, and skilled. And, against all my remarks, he truly loved Draycie. He was a fool for her. A fool for love. A pathetic fool, just like her.

I could never feel love. That's one thing I can thank my good for nothing mother for. That and the fact that she was too dumb to cover her tracks, which allowed me to find my heritage and claim my rightful place as the true Heir of Salazar Slytherin.

I didn't have a family. I only had myself. If they had truly been family, they wouldn't have let me rot in that orphanage for all these years. Fuck, my Knights had been more of a "family" to me than them.

I'll visit the Gaunts during the Christmas holidays though. They may be weak, but Marvolo Gaunt... that should have been my name. A powerful name. Instead, my fool of a mother named me after my Muggle father.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

The name, my name, it almost made me sick. Soon, I'll rid myself of it and take on a new one. I had already chosen it, but the time wasn't right. For now, I had to remain "poor orphan Tom" until I graduated from here.

"Where are we going, Tom?" Draycie asked nervously, playing with her platinum blonde hair.

"We're almost there," I said with a fake smile. "And Draycie, dear, don't ever call me Tom again. You will address me as your Lord."

Her eyes widened slightly, but she seemed too afraid to ask questions.

Smart witch.

Once we arrived at the Room of Requirement, I dropped the facade. The change in my expression must've frightened her because she nearly screamed. I covered her mouth quickly, silencing her.

"Shh," I whispered, pointing to a wardrobe. "Wait here until I call for you."

She obeyed, walking to the wardrobe. I locked it behind her, sealing it with a silencing charm. She wouldn't be heard—not tonight.