***Warning: Just a friendly reminder that this fic is rated M for a reason. Remember, Tom Riddle does not love easily and his feelings about it are seriously screwed. This chapter is dark dark dark. Dark like Voldemort's heart. Do not read if you are easily offended. Adult themes, torture and sexual situations inbound.***

Chapter Ten

A Dark Twisted Fantasy

Before

Tom could not tear his gaze away from Alina. When she walked into his line of sight, she cast everything else into shadow. She was obedient in following his instructions on meeting him tonight at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Alina rarely ventured inside the forest, except for when her lessons in Care of Magical Creatures or Herbology made her. But those were in the daylight. Now, the forest was pitch-dark. It made Alina nervous. However, she trusted in Tom. She thought she always would. How wrong she was.

By contrast, Tom had explored the Forbidden Forest many a time. He discovered poisonous plants, majestic centaurs, and beautiful unicorns. He had also found a small enclosure in the forest where he had planned to take Alina.

"What are we doing here?" Alina whispered in Parseltongue. Her voice in his ancestor's language filled Tom with immense gratification. He had to close his eyes and hold himself very still for a moment. Pleasure coursed through him, boiling his blood. When he was in control of himself once more, Tom held his hand out to Alina, not saying a word.

Alina knew that something monumental was going to occur tonight in the forest. She swallowed her reservations and, like an innocent lamb, placed her hand into Tom's open one as he led her into the darkness.

Tom had thought long and hard about what he should do with Alina. His skin had been itching for months now and the low murmur of her voice had both a soothing and disjointing effect on his senses. There was so much he enjoyed about Alina; her voice, her scent, her witty intellect, her rose water hand lotion, her long silky pale hair. It was frustrating. She was frustrating. For weeks now, he felt something brewing within him and he did not know how to deal with it. Alina was not afraid of him. His followers, and soon the world, were and would be afraid of him, but not Alina. When Tom would lose his temper and his eyes would flash dangerously, Alina would smile softly, unaffected. It was exasperating, maddening - and arousing. He had other ideas what he could do with that soft, soft mouth.

Tom's hand tightened around Alina's before he dropped it. At last, they had arrived at the secluded enclosure in the Forbidden Forest.

Tom was still facing forwards, his face hidden from her. Alina remained silent. She knew he needed a moment. After the summer, Alina had the strange ability to read Tom. She dreamed and she saw his thoughts, she saw herself through his eyes; the way he cherished her and wanted her. Sometimes, like now, she could even feel his emotions. Tom was conflicted earlier, but now he was resolved. She could feel he wanted to lose control with her, but he refrained himself from doing so. Tom had to be in command. Always. Alina wanted to see the more animalistic side of him. His predator grace was beautiful to Alina. She liked the way he held her strongly to him and the power in his lean body.

She was not sure exactly what they were doing in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. She shivered in her long white nightgown even though she had one of Tom's old Barbour jackets over her. Her boots knocked around dead leaves and brittle twigs as she approached Tom from behind. Alina placed her hand on one of his shoulders and she kissed the side of his warm neck.

Alina should not have provoked the beast within him.

Tom whirled around and his fingers grazed the nape of her neck. Her skin buzzed at the contact. He pulled Alina to him, his thumb padded under her chin to bring her closer to his downward mouth. Alina looked into his eyes before the kiss and panicked at the menace she saw in them. Tom's breath was hot on her face before he kissed her. His mouth was firm and unyielding as he took control over her. Alina sighed before moving against him the way her body wanted. This seemed to infuriate Tom as he roughly pushed his tongue through the seam of her lips. His other hand grabbed a hold of her fine blonde hair, which allowed him to control the angle of her head even more. Alina felt the sting of pain at the back of her head but she hardly cared. She was lost in the scorching heat of Tom's mouth. Tom demanded and Alina responded.

Tom broke away from Alina.

"Tell me you love me," he demanded, hissing at her in Parseltongue.

"I love you." Alina tried to convey the emotion as much as she could through her eyes, needing Tom to see how devoted she was to him.

"Tell me you'll never leave me."

"I'll never leave you."

"Do you want me?"

"I do."

Throughout the exchange, Tom had drawn Alina's body plush against his, his hand cradling her head. His eyes were hard and commanding.

"Take off your clothes."

"Tom - " Alina was not sure if she was going to protest or just sigh his name.

"Don't say my name!" He hissed warningly and his eyes flashed briefly from green to red to green again. Alina bit her lip at his rage. "Will you do anything for me?" He asked her, visibly calming down.

"I'll do anything for you."

"Good. Now, take off your clothes."

In the end, Alina did just that and Tom did the same with his clothes. She could never refuse him and, if she was being honest with herself, she enjoyed it far too much when he talked to her this way. There was a darkness in Alina now, a darkness that rose up to match and meet with Tom. Alina shivered in the chilly night-time air. Somewhere nearby, an owl hooted. Tom stalked closer to her, his animal beauty manifesting in his walk.

"You're too soft," he whispered to her, his thumb pressing hard against her rosebud bottom lip. Alina had the feeling he was talking more than just her physicality. Her emotions and feelings so much gentler compared to his naturally dark nature. Her breath caught in her throat as Tom slowly traced the outline of her figure, his hand travelling down past her breast, her ribcage, to rest on her slim waist. He waited a beat, listening to Alina's quickened breathing and to the pounding of blood in her veins, before yanking her to her toes. His mouth crashed down on hers, aggressive, demanding, hungry. Alina gasped as Tom pinched a nipple, hard. The pleasure coursed through her nerve endings. Tom delighted that he was finally able to do what he had wanted to do to Alina for months. He held her naked form to his. His blood flowed everywhere. He was branding her. Owning her.

Tom pushed Alina down onto the dry frozen earth, his breath came out hard in white puffs from the cold night. Alina looked up at Tom in his magnificent nude glory. She loved him so much, he was everything to her; he was her family. Tonight seemed like a natural progression of their complex relationship.

Something close to emotion flowed around Tom. Not love, he thought to himself. Never love. It was a reaction to his dominance over Alina, his protectiveness. Alina brought out all of his male instincts that he never thought he would have. Tom Riddle was not necessarily a sexual person, but being with Alina, his Alina, changed all that. He wanted her, and that made him weak, but he could not help himself. Tonight, Tom was going to give in to Alina, but only in the way he knew how; to be in control.

Tom followed her onto the brittle ground. He needed to taste her; he needed to know every inch of her. Tom took one of her breasts into his mouth, his tongue flicking the hard bud back and forth, and his other hand stroking her creamy mound. Alina gasped and felt the sensation all the way down into her womb. Her belly fluttered and she felt like weeping in joy. The chemistry between them was volatile; Alina did not want it to end. Her soft weight almost seemed to crush him with the pleasure he sought from it. Tom pushed a knee in between her legs, her hot core wet and ready for him. Alina arched her back, silently begging him to take her. She felt wanton and empty. Alina wanted to claw at his skin, needed him to fill her. She was overwhelmed from the density of her feelings.

"Tell me you love me, again." Tom asked before inserting one of his fingers inside of her. Alina cried out before replying.

"I love you."

Tom hummed his approval and moved his hand back and forth, grinding against her body. Alina did not even think to ask him whether he loved her back. Thoughts seemed to fly away from her, her desire much greater than rationality. With a roaring in his head, Tom placed his mouth on Alina. She nearly screamed as his tongue flicked back and forth on the sensitive nub there at the apex of her thighs. At her yell, Alina felt Tom's hardness bulge against her legs, as if her screams aroused him further. She wept as her orgasm took her. Alina rode the waves of pleasure as Tom's mouth and fingers took her to new heights. Her body fragmented and then reshaped itself. Tom watched her with possession in his stare. Just as she felt another orgasm approaching she noticed Tom reach out to grab his wand from their nearby pile of clothes. Before she could ask him what he was doing, Tom pointed his wand to her and said detachedly, "Crucio."

It was over before it even seemed to begin but Alina screamed and screamed from the pain. When it was done she sobbed in Parseltongue, "Why?" Tom's hand was still inside her, bringing her even more sexual gratification. His thumb pressed down on her bundle of nerves hard and he used the torture curse again. Alina came again and again as he crucio-ed her. Pain and pleasure blended together until Alina could not determine which was which. Time hardly seemed to matter; it was not present. Tom fucked her with his hand and mouth, and tortured her simultaneously all night.

When Alina could come no more, Tom used the curse one more time, his hands and mouth no longer touching her, his body kneeling over her dominantly. Alina came for a final time to the sensation of pain.

Tom smiled lazily as he fell back next her, exhausted. His erection was hard and pulsing, it seemed to strain almost painfully against his belly.

Tom looked at her, his thumb softly stroking the perfection of her face. "It's the only way I know of how to deal with your love." He said in response to her pleading question from hours before. "Now, when and if I hurt you, you won't look at me with disgust or hatred. Now, you will look at me with a smile on your face, as pleasure owns your body. Now, I own your body. No one else will ever make you feel the way I just made you feel."

Alina was mute as she found the strength to lean over Tom. He could not discern the look she gave him on her fatigued face, but her mouth was inviting as she kissed him gently. That hot mouth of hers then covered his erection as she helped him find his release. As she was doing so, Tom ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair and felt almost happy for the first time in his life. They were going to live forever like this, he thought to himself. Alina and Tom. Tom and Alina. Alina and Lord Voldemort.

Okay that this chapter was pretty fucked up, I did warn you. Please don't be traumatised. Review and let me know what you thought.