Can't run from time

Abducted

"We weren't anything," she said, voice cracking.

He didn't get angry. He just smiled again — softly, dangerously. Like he pitied her. Like he knew she was lying.

"You think Draco understands you?" he said, eyes flickering with contempt. "He didn't see you in that time. He doesn't know what you're capable of."

He stood, circling her slowly, like a snake drawing closer to warmth.

"I saw you for who you really are. Brilliant. Fierce. Mine."

Her breath hitched.

He crouched beside her again, his fingers tracing her wrist. She flinched. He didn't stop. "And now? You're still pretending. Still hoping someone else will come and save you."

His lips were at her ear. His voice was gentle. "But they won't. They never do. Just like last time. Just like always."

Tears slid down her cheeks, slow and silent. She hated him. She hated herself more.Because in the broken corner of her soul, she didn't want to forget Tom Riddle. And he knew it.

"Don't fight it," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple like a lover. "You'll come back to me in the end. You always do."

Then he stood and left, the door sealing behind him.

She collapsed forward, shaking, breathless, hands curled into fists on the stone. Her mind spun, haunted by every word. Not because they weren't true — but because some of them were. 

And that was the worst part of all.

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"Stop" Hermione whispered. She had been chained in that dark room for days now. 

Voldemort whispered softly, almost gently " Now, now, kitten... Don't be shy." 

She squirms as he begins to feel her through her jeans. She was going to be sick "no..stop" she said quietly, as if her voice forbid her from being any louder.

Voldemort began slithering his hand up her shirt " Ah, such a delightful creature, aren't you, my dear?" his eyes gleam with malicious excitement.

Hermione knew he wouldn't listen. He wasnt her tom.. he was the devil himself. Even then she had to try everything. She mustered the courage to look into his glistening eyes and said "please"

He chuckled darkly "Please"? How utterly charming. Yet, it seems your pleas are falling on deaf ears, my dear. You see, I am the master here, and you, the servant. Besides I don't fall for your pathetic pleas any more" He smirked and begun to pull his robe off.Hermione trembled with fear and looked away. I have to find a way out. I have to. I have to.

Her heart races in her chest as she feels the warmth of Voldemort's breath against her neck. She tries to push his hand away, but her efforts are weak, fueled more by fear than by strength. His touch sends shivers down her spine, not the delightful kind she feels when thinking of Tom Riddle, but rather the cold, slithering feeling of a serpent wrapping around its prey.