Gypsy

Chapter Twenty Three

We landed gracefully, as expected. Riddle immediately stormed off in the direction I had run from. I took note of the way we went. I was so panicked coming through here the first time, I needed to memorize it for my next escape. Unfortunately, he diverted from his path and went up a flight of stairs. Opening a door at the end of another corridor I did not recognise. We were in a bedroom, it would have been beautiful if not for the sheets covering every piece of furniture. Holding my weight, easily, in one arm. Riddle waved his hand and the sheets disappeared, along with any dust and creatures that might have called this room a home. What was left was truly breathtaking. A massive bed took up most of my view. Either side were old Victorian styled bedside tables, in the corner a door probably lead to a closet (going by the large mirror that hung from it),  and on the other side of the room there was another door. This one, presumably a bathroom. The walls of the room, a stunning green with paintings of snakes, of course, magically moving around flowers. Riddle walked over to the bed, laying me down on it without a word and stood looking down at me. Defiantly I glared up at him. From his pocket he bought out a potion, and offered it to me. I recognized it, Pepper up, without thanking him I took it and closed my eyes. Only opening them when I felt the potion start to take effect, Riddle hadn’t moved.
“You’ve changed.” It was a statement not a question. “The old you would have been cowering in terror, begging me to not hurt you.”
“I thought you weren’t going to hurt me anymore.” My lip curled in disgust at him. I had six years, trapped in my own mind, to contemplate exactly how much I hated the men who forced me to survive through that.
Hissing a breath in anger, Riddle gripped the front of my robe and bought his face close to mine. “That was before you chose to run from us, and before you chose to seek help from that old man.” His hand was rough, I welcomed the sting of pain though, reminded me who I was dealing with.
“So I didn’t do what you want? That must rattle you, oh precious Lord Voldemort.” Riddle snarled at that name, gripping his wand he thrust it under my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his.
“Be very careful Mudblood, I am not the boy you knew six years ago.”
Somehow reaching up, I shoved the wand away from my throat. “And I am not a scared little girl Riddle, being tormented by two evil children.”
His eyes closed, and nostrils flared as he took in a breath. When they opened again some of the red had disappeared. Putting his wand away he sat down on the bed next to my propped up body. He was far to close, I could feel the heat of his body through his robes. I tried to shift my hips away, a hand shot to my right hip and held me in place. I hated this mate bond, all I could feel was his power and how much I wanted it.
“I could make you do what I want, nobody would stop me. You are a Nymph, technically the property of the Ministry and I am the Minister.” His hand gripped my hip tighter, fingers softly running along my side. “I am very good at making people happy Antoinette, I would make you very happy.”
Time to really piss him off. I glared up at him in disgust. “Oh, I know how good you are at pleasing people. Lord Voldemort. I felt pain every single time you decided to make a witch or wizard feel good.” It wasn’t a lie. Agony shot through me whenever Riddle or Malfoy decided to enjoy themselves with another. I didn’t dislike this pain though. Eventually I learnt to use it to fuel my fury. “But by all means, give me another reason to try and kill you.”
If he was surprised he didn’t show it, but he did remove his hand from me. His face changed from attempted seduction to furious. Mission accomplished.
“You lie. You cannot have felt anything, you were practically dead.”
I laughed, a sad huff of breath really, but I was amused. “I felt everything Riddle. Every kiss, every fuck was like being stabbed. I remember when I first became aware in my mind. I sensed your guilt.” He opened his mouth, probably to refute me. “Don’t deny it. Malfoy’s guilt was worse true, but it was there for you. Until one day it just wasn’t.”
“You were assumed brain dead, I have nothing to apologise for.” He sounded so sure and right in his opinion. I agreed with him surprisingly.
“You misunderstand, I don’t want an apology for you forgetting about me, or sticking your dick wherever you please.” My breath almost caught as I continued to speak. “You owe me an apology for forcing me to survive. I was trapped in my mind for six years, able to sense a lot, but not able to help or touch.” Tears started rolling down my face, I wiped them away furiously. “And then I wake up. And who do I see first, a Pure-blooded bitch who tortured me in school. And she was supposed to wash, feed and care for me.” I scoffed out a breath in disbelief. “Do you smell me Riddle, because I sure can.”
Riddle looked down, as if noticing for the first time how truly filthy I was. My hair mattered around my head like a mangy cat, and dirt not only from a fireplace covered me.

“I suppose Wallburga only wanted to fulfil her Lords wishes, to keep a Mudblood dirty and in their own filth for days. Only cleaning her when Lord Malfoy deigned to visit.” My voice broke, shame was hard to fight off, even with fury to battle it.

Riddle said nothing. He just stared at me. I glared right back, ignoring the few tears that slipped down my cheek. “I will return.”

He walked out of the room, the door glowed for a second and I knew it was locked. 

Frustrated and furious beyond comprehension. A scream left my throat, by the time it had left, my throat ached again and the covers under my hands had been ripped by too long nails. Deep breaths left me, I could feel my chest becoming tighter and knew I had to move. Standing, quite easily thanks to that potion, I stormed over to the bathroom and practically threw open the door. Taking no notice of my surroundings I walked straight over to the shower and turned it on. Once it was just short of boiling, I hopped in, robes and all. I’d be damned if I let Malfoy or Riddle see me naked. The water felt like heaven as it gushed over my head. Reaching down I grabbed a random bottle of soap and poured the entire bottle over my head, rubbing my body through the clothes as it dripped down. The scent of it hit me a second after I had poured it on, it smelled like Malfoy? Taking notice of my surroundings, I looked over at the other potions and picked another one up. This once smelt of pure Riddle, I threw it away from me in disgust, satisfied when it cracked against the wall and leaked on the floor. Now suspicious, I finished bathing and turned off the shower. My drenched hair hanging down to my bottom like a wrap around curtain. Without drying, I enjoyed feeling anything at this point. I stormed back into the bedroom, relieved to see nobody had intruded. I walked to the cupboard and opened it. As expected it was basically the size of my old dorm, and inside were racks and racks of clothes. Not only clothes that would fit me though. But some that were clearly male and distinctly two different styles. Snarling out a curse word, I walked to the racks and ripped off all the clothes I could get my hands on. Throwing them into  a big pile in the centre of the room. The only outfit I kept was a simple pair of slacks, and a woman’s shirt, my size of course. Every stunning outfit was my size or theirs, they had planned this.
Satisfied that every item was in the pile, I held my hand out towards it. I didn’t have a lot of energy left, having not being force fed for several days. But I had enough for this. “Ignis”, the clothes burst into flames, quicker than I had imagined. Proud of my efforts, and warmed by my fire, I threw off my old clothes and chucked them in too. Then pulled on the ones I had decided to keep. Without bothering to put out the fire, I assumed Riddle was already aware and would have sent House Elves to deal with it, I stormed out of the room and sat in one of the armrests next to the fireplace. Determined to not sleep.