There are a quite a few Tomione books on wattpad. Some are light hearted, humourous with touches of horror, mine is just pure adrenaline and horror and anguish. I'm trying to bring to life a heartless figure, Tom Riddle, and the horrific depths to how cruel he can be. Some readers get distressed by the horror of this book. I don't mind. It is not a happy book.

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True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.

It lasted for two hours. Pain. Horror. Cruel laughter. It felt more like an eternity in hell than anything else. Tom finally led the Slytherins out of the dimly lit room, leaving me there naked and alone on the old mattress. They had all defiled me. Every part of my body ached like someone had beaten me with a sledgehammer. My hands were binded above me. They were shaking.

"You almost made me feel regret." Tom stepped back into the room, his dark eyes shining black in the dim light. "Funny, isn't it? How a stupid little bitch like you could be capable of stirring emotion inside me."

I looked up at him from where I lay. He looked even taller than before. More threatening, especially after what he did to me.

"What a tragedy." He said scathingly. "Slytherins sweet little virgin isn't so pure anymore."

He stepped closer and sat on the edge of the bed. I winced, his movement caused my tender body pain. He picked up on it at once, his eyes roving down my leg with understanding and before I could attempt to do anything his hand shot out and touched my skin lightly. He was ice cold.

"I knew I had to break you the moment I saw you." He told me quietly, as I drifted in and out of consciousness. "You were fearful. Untainted. Pure. It's not a common thing to stumble across someone like you."

I focused on my breathing. The ticking of the time turner around my neck was altered, the boys messed with it. I didn't know if it would ever work again. I couldn't think about that. I just had to not think about anything for now. I didn't want to lose my sanity here. Maybe I already did.

"Im going to unbind you now. And I want you to do something for me."

He stood, with one careless flick of his wrist my hands and ankles were loosened from their invisible restraints. I gasped in pain.

"You are not to tell anyone of what has happened here. You're under oath." Tom pressed on remorselessly. "And from now on I want you at my side at all times. Do you understand me?"

He took me under my arms and lifted me of the bed onto my feet, supporting my weight with ease. My time turner beat out of rhythm, my neck was hurting, and I leaned against his chest more tired than anything. I didn't even care that I was naked or in the arms of my abuser. I was just a piece of myself, caught and injured and in a way entirely destroyed. I had given up.

"You're being rather quiet sweetheart." Tom's tone dropped dangerous low. "Do you want to be punished again? We could do this all night. And if you want, I could call my boys back."

I guess the sudden rigidity of my body was the only answer he needed. "From now on, you're going to do exactly what I want you to do."

He ducked his head to mine, his lips searching mine. I opened my mouth, relenting to the taste of darkness himself and also.... something else? He had slipped something into my mouth. A pill? I pushed against him but he denied me, only holding me tighter, so tight my battered body stung.

"Swallow." He said.

I swallowed whatever the hell it was. I was tired and I didn't care anymore. I'd do anything at this point. I just wanted to sleep.

"Good girl. You're taking commands from me, finally." He touched my cheek gently, catching a stray tear. "Let's get you to sleep."

He scooped up my tiny body and placed it back on the bed. I grit my teeth against the pain of it all. Every small movement hurt like hell. With a single motion Tom had gathered my clothes and was re dressing me. I closed my eyes.

"One of the boys stole your panties." He laughed lightly. "Too bad I suppose. But A trophy from a good time isn't necessarily a bad thing. Is it?"

He walked off to the corner of the room to get my shoes which were over by the door.

The door. Freedom.

Adrenaline sparked and I took a massive risk and swung my legs over the side of the bed until I was standing. Should I do this? Should I not? I wasn't thinking logically. Besides, Tom still had his back to me, he was kneeling on the ground untying the laces of my shoes. I edged forward quietly, my movements pained, rigid.

I walked forward. Each step made my thighs burn, every part of me felt like it had been devoured by bloodthirsty wolves.

I reached the door.