Crimson Chains | M.R

I tried to hide with the darkness surrounding me as my trembling hand covered my mouth. With beads of sweat threatening to fall across my aching body, I thought I escaped. I always thought I escaped.

But then those dark and deadly eyes met mine, and that cursed voice filled my ears,

"You can run, but you can never hide from me. I am your devil, and your silent worships whisper in my ear every time you think you've gotten away.."

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This story has themes not suitable for some readers

Trigger warnings- Violence, gore, emotional abuse, physical abuse, parental neglect, childhood trauma, addiction, self harm, sexual content, obsessive control, stalking, death

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I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, or Lorenzo Berkshire.