I am a Riddle | Draco Malfoy, 18+

T w e n t y - o n e,

This chapter contains violent actions, please read with caution.

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" My daughter, we meet at last."

Horror, death, fright,

Was all my mind could process as his tongue tore through my ears - the bearing around him was horrendous, vile, but still in an unusual form, soothing and familiar,

I didn't strive to open my centers thoroughly - I refuse to because it would signify that he was able to see the startling squint in my eyes, and I could never provide him the pleasure of fearing him,

Ever.

I felt his presence hovering around me - cramming me up and down, examining every detail embedded into my skin, each strand of hazel-brown locks resting on my shoulders. Then I held his touch, his ice-cold claw hunting over my cheek - the longspun nail scored into my tender skin.

The touch was biting, raw but yet sympathetic, warm - as if he could feel my every emotion through it,

" Look at me," His voice orders; his tone stayed observant, sharp but not ominous. " Open your eyes."

No,

No,

I can't,

I don't want to,

But I do - I have to, cautious of what he pleasures do to me if I don't comply,

I clock my sights broad open at his command as my heart halted, my veins turned in ice - facing the deemed eyes in front of me - he stared straight into my soul, his eyes saturated with hatred, merely as if he never felt love, in some way, it was similar to viewing a reflection, his eyes in mine -

The room around us had turned dull; his horrifying embrace coated the walls with malice, " Finally," he shouts as I signed my gaze to linger over his front. - his coat was colorless, nearly dusty as purple veins caressed his outside. I could sense his pants upon my skin, stabbing my pure act - searing cold, precisely similar to his touch.

" Speak," He charges, requiring to hear my voice - although not a single word equipped to fly my trembling rims - " I said, speak." He roars,

But I can't,

Not a single word could escape my lips,

I was too scared,

To horrified by his looks,

By his act,

I hear Lucius's strides, marching closer, " Leiah, please." He begged at my silence, troubled about what my father's command do if I don't serve him.

" No," I huff out, catching the flutter I've been sustaining in for moments, " I won't do anything you ask of me until you take me to my mother,"

My fathers cover tensed at my terms - I could heed how much he loathed my disobedience; he caught one pace back, his cloak hauled behind him as he poured around - clutching a chair in a solid grip, inhaling sharply through his jaws, " You will do what I ask of you." He speaks, " When I ask it, do you understand?"

" No, not until you lead me to my mother," I declare, my voice bursting in the thought of my mother, and he revolves around, his optics reamed into mine as his hand grips around his wand - I cleared his patience, " Take her downstairs, Lucius," He says, steering towards the entries, my eyes wavered to the blond-haired man as he attains astonished - the confident manner he possessed a few moments ago - faded,