When she first woke, it was dark. She wasn't sure where she was, nor how she got there. She was aware of a terrible coldness that sank through her like ice, and of a dampness that soaked her to the bone.
A terrible noise rumbled from somewhere around her as she struggled to sit up. A laugh.
"Little girl lost, you won't find your way home." a voice, so pleasing and yet so cold.
"Are. . . are you Tom?" her voice didn't seem to come out very loud compared to the way his. . . echoed all around her.
He laughed again, crouching down to her. He ran his long, cold fingers across her cheek.
She shivered.
"Am I Tom? Big Tom Riddle who knows all of your secrets and your deepest desires? Who knows every little thing about the little girl weasel? I am Tom Riddle and I am Lord Voldemort, and you are mine."
Her chest constricted. She couldn't breathe and thinking was nearly too hard a task as well.
"No. . . no, I threw you away! You. . . you're not real!" she babbled helplessly.
The laugh came again, making her skin crawl. She scrambled to get up, but she was slowly getting weaker.
He pushed her down by her shoulders and ran his fingers down the middle of her body.
NO! Her body screamed but she was too weak to move. Her held fell to the side, the heat of her tears starting to fall.
"You're mine, Ginevra. Permanently mine, my darling. In death, do us never part."
A noise, a pinprick of hope.
She passed out before she could see what it was.
But his voice would never leave her.
She was permanently his.
End
HermioneWeasley1972's challenge: a scene between Tom Riddle and Ginny Weasley in the Chamber of Secrets before Harry gets there.
This may be extended in the future.