Twisted Chapter 1 (Redone)
It was getting worse. Every goddamn night he'd try something. He used to attempt to be loving and gentle, but not anymore. I heard footsteps, pausing outside my room, heard the doorknob turn, the door open, his heavy breathing. I knew what would happen next.
I cowered and whimpered and the son-of-a-bitch grabbed me. I tried struggling, tried fighting as he ripped my clothes off, his breathing getting faster, turning into panting as he moved his filthy, disgusting hands all over me. I shuddered, afraid of what I knew would happen, and knowing that I couldn't stop it, but fighting as hard as I could as he forced me down into my cold, hard mattress, throwing my ragged and dirty blankets off my bed. His hands clenched my wrists, tight enough to break them, and I heard one crack and I screamed with pain. One of his hands dropped my broken wrist and covered my mouth, muffling my screams. The other went into his pocket of his bathrobe, grabbing a pair of handcuffs, and snapped them on my broken wrist. I went limp and he laughed.
"You'll enjoy this, you filthy whore." He whispered in my ear, and I was filled with revulsion and terror, the same fucking feelings I felt every night he did this to me. He smirked, his body pressing against mine, making it impossible for me to move. He quickly undressed, and I heard his zipper going down. My body tensed and again I tried fighting, but the pain was too strong to keep up. I shut my eyes, hoping it would be over soon.
The door slammed open, causing me to open my eyes in shock. Lucius was blasted off me, slamming into the wall opposite of me. I heard several cracks and him scream, and knew he had broken bones. My handcuffs disappeared and I faintly registered an unfamiliar man healing me, then holding me close.
"Its over, Draco. He won't ever hurt you again. Your werewolf told me everything, and I got here just in time." He whispered.
I looked into the tall, strong man's crimson eyes, which were almost covered by raven hair and bangs.
"I'm not sure you did… I think something inside me broke. I don't feel anything… just cold. Numb."
"Twisted." He finished for me.
I felt a bit of confusion.
"How did you know?"
"You have no idea how alike we are. I was never raped… but I was tortured by those who were supposed to care for me. Neglected, abused… something in me snapped. I killed them, just as you will kill Lucius. It's what made me who I am."
"And who are you?" I asked.
"The Darkest and most powerful wizard left on Earth, heir to Salazar Slytherin and Morgan Le Fay. Born Tom Riddle, but I cast off that name a long time ago. I am Lord Voldemort."
I was faintly surprised… but no shock, no horror, no terror… just surprise.
"You'll get used to not feeling much of anything." He told me after He looked at me to see my reaction.
I nodded. It didn't bother me that he could read me like an open book, like it would have if anyone else could do that. My mask normally was perfect, but it made sense that He could see behind it, as the monster that was me was a perfect replica of His when He was my age. My mask was probably the same too, I decided with a hint of smugness. It was… nice to have someone know me without me explaining anything. Nice to belong to someone as well, and to be just like someone. I knew I belonged to Him, because He saved me which made me owe Him a life-debt, and when He held me I had focused on my magic to make a promise to do whatever I could to help Him until I took my last breath.
I realized I was still naked, and walked to my closet, pulling out a shirt and shoes, then walked to my wardrobe and picked out a pair of slacks, socks, and boxers; pulling them on. I had heard an intake of breath when I got up and another when I bent over, but I chalked it up to him needing air. I was 16, He was much older, much more powerful, much more gorgeous, and there was nothing in me that would hold His interest or attract Him, so there was no way His reaction would mean anything at all. After I finished, I turned to him.
"We should go. Come close to me." He ordered, and I shivered as his red eyes stared into mine.
He looked away. "Do my eyes scare you? Or did I say or do something wrong?"
"N-no. I'm just… cold." I lied, but used my magic to hide my reactions, almost like a glamour.
When necessary I could use wandless magic for glamors and healing. The more I lose control or need it, the more powerful it becomes, and the more I could do. I never used it on Lucius though, because at those points if I used magic it would kill me because of the power I would use, and even though I would love having him die, it wouldn't be worth killing myself. I had way too much left to learn and accomplish, and if I died, I would probably be responsible for the death of Remus Lupin… my werewolf, as The Dark Lord said. He tried saving me, I realized. He's the reason the Dark Lord found me. The reason I'm still alive… he really does… love… me…
I didn't know what to think after that. I knew I wasn't capable of loving him back. I was broken. Why would he want me? Why would he love me? Why me? I was nothing, had nothing to give him… I am nothing. So what draws him to me? My emotions were a lot stronger: confusion, fear, panic, shame, hatred of myself, and sadness.
Suddenly, I felt Him hold me.
"You're thinking about your werewolf, aren't you? I can tell by your reaction. It was the same for me when I found out that someone was in love with me. I couldn't comprehend it… still can't. Love is… confusing."
"I can't offer him anything, because I am nothing-"
The Dark Lord's expression became one of rage.
"Is that what that FILTH told you? Forget what he says. Only listen to me on this. You are something, because you are mine. I will have more to say on that matter once I get to know you: however, I know you have much to offer. You are beautiful, smart, and powerful. I saw the ritual room and some of the books you snuck in there, as well as some of your work, which was brilliant. One of the best of my duelists fought you, and you held your own. And your beauty is obvious. I repeat, you have more than most to offer. And Lupin chose you. Would anyone choose nothing over anything else?! Obviously not. He LOVES you, so there must be something to love about you. I must admit, he is a lucky creature. Many would kill to have you." He told me.
I blushed and was silent. He apparated us out of there.
"As soon as you feel up to it, you must torture and kill Lucius. That's an order. It'll make you feel much better."
He walked out, and I heard him whisper to himself: "You will also become closer to me… and more like me than anyone has ever been."
That settled it… I really wanted to kill Lucius.