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Harry wanted to speak but the snake coiled tight over his mouth and nose effectively cutting off his air supply and suffocating him. His knees softened and he would have collapsed if the snake hadn't been holding him up.

He fought against it with everything he had in him until the snake released him and he crumpled to the floor. His cheek was pressed to the cold stone floor as he drew in several deep gulps of air greedily. The respite didn't last for long though because he was grabbed by his hair and dragged back to his feet. His scalp ached and he reached out and grabbed Voldemort's hand to ease some pressure on his hair.

Nothing was making any sense. Tears filled his eyes as he thought about what was going to happen to him next. How could Tom have lost? He'd only left him for a few minutes… He shouldn't have. He really shouldn't have left him alone. Where the hell had he gone wrong? He couldn't figure it out. He felt Voldemort's warm breath on his cheek and then heard him growl in his ear,

"You smell exquisite."

Harry bit on his tongue when he felt Voldemort's tongue lave the line of his throat,

"I could just eat you up."

He wanted to speak but Voldemort held a finger to his lips and spoke,

"Not a word, Boy…If you speak, I shall hurt you worse than I already intend to."

He kept his eyes closed and Voldemort shook him,

"Do you understand me, Boy?"

He could only nod as tears streamed down his cheeks. Voldemort's grip on his shoulders turned bone crushing and he spoke,

"Open your eyes and look at me."

He opened his eyes hesitantly and Voldemort chuckled darkly. His crimson eyes were dark and dilated with lust. The darkness that surrounded him and filled the room was thick and suffocating. Voldemort raised his hand and stroked his cheek,

"I should kill you now…"

His hand moved from his cheek and gripped his throat,

"I should squeeze the life out of you."

Harry closed his eyes again and the hand vanished,

"Killing you does not seem to work though. You always find a way to get back."

He closed his eyes again and let his body go limp,

"Why can you not stay dead, Harry?"

Harry kept his eyes squeezed shut and Voldemort spoke,

"Answer me, Boy!"

Harry opened his eyes but remained resolutely silent. Voldemort glared at him and then struck him hard across the cheek,

"Answer me!"

Harry finally spoke,

"You told me not to speak."

Voldemort's eyes widened a bit in surprise but then the rage returned and he was struck hard across the cheek once again. This time, the impact made his head spin and his cheek burn,

"I shall find immense pleasure in breaking you down, Harry."

He was tossed roughly to the floor and he landed on his back, his head hitting the floor with a sickening crack. Voldemort pressed down on his chest and he ground his teeth against the pain and grimaced,

"I shall definitely enjoy silencing you."

Harry cried out in pain as Voldemort brought his foot down with more force than necessary and for a moment he thought his ribs had snapped but that wasn't the case because Voldemort removed his foot and leaned over him before gripping his chin,

"I have not broken anything yet but I shall."

Voldemort stepped away from him and Harry curled up and wrapped his arms around himself. For a moment, there was nothing but silence and then Voldemort spoke,

"Get up, Harry."

He didn't have the strength to move. Disappointment and hopelessness weighed him down and made his limbs heavy. He didn't want to get up. He thought he was prepared for any contingency, but he wasn't, so he voiced the question that was eating away at him internally,

"What will you do to me?"

Voldemort chuckled darkly and spoke,

"Whatever I wish to."

Harry buried his face in the crook of his elbow and Voldemort spoke,

"I will kill you every day."

He heard Voldemort step closer to him and heard him speak,

"You will wish you had never stepped into this castle."

He just listened silently and then spoke,

"I'll never wish that."

He screamed out in agony when it felt like someone had set his insides on fire. He writhed on the floor and tried to distract his mind from feeling the pain, but it didn't work. It didn't work at all. The pain only intensified, and Harry wanted nothing more than to rip his insides out. At that point he was willing to do anything to get rid of the pain.

The pain ended though and Harry lay on his side, staring blankly at the legs of the vanity. He didn't even have the fortitude to wrap his arms around himself again. He just couldn't. Finally, Voldemort ordered,

"Get up!"

He tried but failed. It felt like his limbs had turned to jelly,

"Harry, get up or I shall give you another dose of that pain."

He didn't want more of that pain so he willed himself to sit up straight. Voldemort laughed,

"Good boy…Now on your feet…"

He rested his palms on the wall and tried to raise himself on his feet but his legs absolutely refused to stand his weight. He tried over and over again until he managed to get to his foot. His legs trembled but he took the support of the wall. Voldemort was eyeing him hungrily and crooked his finger in a come-hither motion. He didn't want to obey…He didn't want to go…

"Refusal is not an option."

He lowered his gaze and took a staggering step forward and then the next and the next until he was standing inches away from Voldemort. Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted in a wicked satisfied grin and he cupped his face,

"You are exquisite in your submission."

His eyelids fluttered shut as Voldemort smoothed his fingers through his hair,

"I have decided to keep you after all."