Paradox | T. Riddle ✔

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~ T.W: This chapter contains content that might be upsetting. Reader discretion is advised. Mentions of sexual assault and torture are included so please don't read if it makes you uncomfortable.~

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The door to her room burst open and she reached for her wand immediately but before she could clasp it, she was roughly pulled away, colliding against the chest of the intruder as he pushed her forcefully to the wall, hand locked upon her throat.

It was Tom Riddle and he was burning in rage, his grey eyes flashing manically and his chiseled features were set into a dangerous scowl.

"Lav..." Eleanor tried to call Laverne but the grip on her throat tightened, making her choke.

"No one will hear your pathetic cries," he snarled and without warning, he disapparated along with her.

She felt as if all the air was knocked out of her because she was not prepared for it and the fact that he hadn't stopped squeezing her throat made it far worse.

Coughing she sank down to the ground as he finally released her, hands reaching up to massage her reddened neck, the fingerprints burned upon it clearly.

He didn't even give her time to properly catch her breath as he pulled her off her feet again, throwing her at the bed, his eyes burning with anger and another unfathomable spark.

Along with rage, his eyes were burning with lust. And seeing that flash in him froze the blood in her veins, making her recoil as far away as possible from him.

His voice thundered as he edged closer, "what the hell did you tell her? What the hell did you tell Nicole about me?"

Her head had hit the bedpost hard, her vision clouding for a minute until his hands closed onto her arms even tighter as he shook her violently.

"What did you tell her that made her kill herself? Answer me!"

"I did not. I..." Her words stuck in her throat but then realization dawned upon her, "she didn't kill herself... You killed her!"

She was trembling but not out of fear, instead it was the rage building up inside her against him. He had killed Nicole and made it seem like a suicide, of course she didn't kill herself. Riddle was very proficient in hiding away his murders as accidents. She knew very well that he had done the same with Hepzibah Smith.

"You killed her just like you've killed so many others! You vile, monstrous, disgusting piece of..."

But her words trailed off because he had climbed on to the bed as well, his hands digging into the mattress on either side of her as he trapped her underneath him. His voice was reduced to a low guttural growl as he threatened, "I'm going to make you pay, Eleanor. I'll make you suffer until you beg for death."

"Try whatever you want, I will not give in to you. Never," she replied defiantly though she was quite uncomfortable in their current position and knew it would only make everything even worse.

"Oh you will... You will beg for death," his hands that were digging into the mattress, locked onto her wrists as he pinned her down, watching her struggle to break free from his grip, "you will beg for mercy and not receive it. You will pay for all you've ruined for me, I swear."

He held her so tight that bruises were forming on her pale skin but he didn't care, all he wanted to do at the moment was teach her a lesson she would never forget. He wanted to show her what happened to those who dared to mess with him.

They all ended up helpless, begging for death at his feet and the same would happen to her as well. The same had happened to Nicole not long ago.

So what if he had killed Nicole? Only Eleanor knew about it and no one was going to believe her, especially not after he would finally let go of her.