Authors note:

Hey guys, I thought I would mention that this story is inspired by the song

"Killing me Softly" by the Fugees. I listened to a beautiful cover of it by Lauryn Hill.

I hope you guys check the song out if you don't know it.

Also, I'm really sorry for how late this is. A lot of stuff has been going on lately

Chapter 3

Killing you softly

-The section in italics is a flashback to when she first wore the locket-

Bite marks and a single set of hand prints decorated my skin. They wrapped around

my neck turning into a collar. The red marks stood out against my skin. Instead of being able to focus, all I could do was replay the memories of the night before in my head. Flashes of heat, caresses, and the feeling of my embarrassment were more than enough to make my face impossibly red. He was so arrogant and controlling. I was unraveled more than I should be. He is trying to seduce me into a game so that I can be his pawn.

"Fine, we'll play".

He may be the "king" …but I am the Queen. The Queen is the true holder of power, and we know how much he likes that. His desire will drown him, and I'll be the hands that hold his head down in the water" I muttered out loud. These darker thoughts have been invading my mind ever since I've worn his locket. Either way though… I'll break him like he is trying to do to me.

Also, who the hell does he think he is? I'm the last person that he should be touching especially considering we are the epitome mortal enemies. The horcruxes are able to share memories between one another. They had to be able to or else Riddle should not have known anything about Ginny or the basilisk. A sinking feeling unloaded to my gut. However, my anger came back full force.

"How dare he" I seethed out as I paced back and forth.

He must think he owns me or something, the asshole. I poked at a few of the marks. I was transfixed with how some of them were soft pink while the other ones were blood red. They reminded me of his eyes. Another shiver went through my body as I recalled how his eyes pierced through me. It was like they could see into my soul, yet when I looked into them…I felt like I was falling into a never ending black hole. The dark marks looked vicious and like someone decided to have a go at my neck.

A couple of the bite marks were bleeding, and they caused a dull ache to spread around my neck.

I honestly do not know if these marks are real or not. They feel, look, and seem real…but a dream version of him shouldn't be able to impact me physically.

I examined them through my compact mirror and slightly ran my fingers over the spots, "Ouch…damn git" I muttered as I winced from the sharp pain that spread because of my fingertips. I closed my eyes and took a calming breath in. I looked back into the mirror and next thing I knew the marks were gone. "What in the world…?" I trailed off as I touched the spots where they used to be.

There was nothing. No pain or any semblance of anything having happened.

I pondered on what just happened and came to the conclusion that everything is in my mind. He is able to attack me only mentally because he is a horcrux, apparently. It still scares me that it seemed so life like. If I can't tell the difference between dream or reality, then I'm utterly fucked. He won't even have to harm me physically. I'm just lucky that my mental barriers are strong enough to withstand whatever trauma from him I'll be going through.

"What a great way to start the day", I sighed out as I ran my fingers through my curly mess of hair. I gently swopped it up onto my head in a messy bun. Pieces of curly locks fell down from my half assed bun and framed my face. It definitely gave me a more carefree look.

My eyes however were slightly sunken in and dull. I may have fallen asleep last night, but the locket would not leave me alone. My dreams were invaded by him.

Unfortunately, for however long it took to destroy what was around my neck, we would be in the Forest of Dean. I looked down at the horcrux with quiet contemplation. The boys already wore it, so it was my turn last night.

However, it did not go anything like Ron or Harry told me to be prepared for because I don't think that Riddle left a trail of kiss marks on Ron or Harry's neck. I was not prepared for the lewd assault on my body or mind. The tingling feeling of fear traveled down my back.

I'm honestly at a loss of what to do because Riddle was not acting like he wanted to Avada me where I stood. He had a different predatory look in his eyes. It's like he knew something that I didn't.

Curiosity killed the cat, and I'm not sure I want to dig into what happened.

The love bites that used to litter my neck were caused from the night before.

Last night I took a much-needed relaxing bath. I pampered my body rubbing oils over my skin. It glistened from the moonlight that peaked through the tent. I gently combed my hair out once I got out of the bath, and put it into a loose braid. After I did my beauty ritual of moisturizing my skin and lips, I put the locket around my neck and stepped into my sheer slip. It was adorned with delicate red embroidered flowers that stood out against the white material. The slip was heavenly and the silk felt lovely on my skin. I transfigured my sleeping bag into a twin-size futon. Luckily I put up a dividing line in the tent between the boys and me since I did not want to deal with their snoring or gawking. There was only the silence of the night in the tent.

The locket felt cold on my warm skin, but I was able to start drifting off to sleep. I thought that it would hiss insults or at least do something but nothing happened. I was on the brink of sleep, but felt light caresses littering my body. I ignored them in favor of drifting into dreamland. The touches soon became harder to ignore though. It's like four sets of hands were groping me. They started focusing on more intimate areas. First it was my neck…then it was my stomach. When it got to the final destination, I couldn't ignore the heat that seemed to be building near my core. The caresses became harsher and more forceful. I fully woke up my eyes wide and looked around the tent. I lowered the divider, but there was no one in there except the boys and I.

"Strange…I was sure I felt something" I said in doubt as I rearranged myself on the futon. I put the divider back up, and stared up into the tent. My mind was racing as I tried to fall back to sleep. I just couldn't shake off the feeling that someone or something was in the tent with me. The touches that trailed down my body felt so real. The fingers left heat blooming all throughout my body.

"Perhaps I'm just a bit frustrated. I haven't been with anyone in about a month", I sighed out as I thought about my last good shag.

It had been the Draco Malfoy. Harry and Ron would shit unicorns if they ever found out. That is the precise reason of why he is my dirty little secret that I will take to my grave. No one would ever suspect us which is one of the reasons it worked so well. He was a nice stress reliever. His skills in bed were worth my body aching in pain after. The rumors were true regarding him as the "Slytherin Sex God". His rough touches invoked a primitive instinct in me. He wasn't gentle as he took me, and I loved it. There was no love, and making him bleed and moan out my name as my fingers raked down his back did something funny to me. We never planned to have these litter tryst, but one thing lead to another. Like he said, "it's always the quite ones".

I shivered in slight desire as I membered our moments together. Unfortunately, he got chained down by Pansy after she claimed to be pregnant. Pity.

I sat up slowly and ran my fingers through my hair.

Since I knew I wasn't going to go back to sleep anytime soon again, I got up and tip toed around the tent. The locket was still firmly around my neck.

I looked into the mirror and saw red eyes staring back at me

"What in merlin's name!" I screamed with my wand raised in my hand.

The mirror reflected Riddle who was grinning mischievously, and he raised his eyebrow in a mocking manner.

The image disappeared as fast as it had come.

I tried to calm my heartbeat and processed what I had seen. "No, no" I muttered out. "This just must be one of the lockets games", I said reasoning with myself. I knew deep down that something eerie was occurring. Harry and Ron did not mention any apparitions of Riddle when they wore the locket. I would hope they weren't thick enough to not share if they did. I would personally wring their necks. My rapidly beating heart was not calming down.

I walked quickly to my bed and huddled into the blankets hoping the flimsy things would offer some protection. When I got comfortable, I rolled onto my back ready to sleep everything off. I opened my eyes and the same red eyes were staring back at me. He loomed over my petite frame and trapped me in with his arms and presence.

"Lovely night, isn't it? No dying Ginevra around?" he jested as his right hand moved to touch my waist softly. I froze up at the touch. Shit. He has the same memories as all the other ones. "Jump of it, Riddle. No diary around?" I sneered in a nasty way, "oh wait we pierced it with a basilisk fang and destroyed part of you. Oops. Did it hurt?"

His eyes sharpened at my retort. "No, mudblood. It actually felt terrific" His hand gripped my waist harshly as he spoke his next words "You know there is a very thin line between pleasure and pain. Hate and pain are a good stimulus. I'll be happy to demonstrate for you sometime." His statement was said in such an icy manner. The room dropped about 10 degrees. The new cold caused my nipples to peak slightly, and I became even more aware of our positions. "You know, one would think you're excited to be under me, like the dirt you are. Your body is obviously happy with the situation." He chuckled a bit as his eyes raked over my outlined body.

I blushed as I moved my arms to cover my chest. "So not only are you a psychopath, you're also a pervert. Did you do this to Harry and Ron as well?" His face turned into disgust, "No, I didn't…are you trying to distract from the fact that it's, always been you?". I blanched at his words, "Oh? So, you're telling me that you aren't after Harry? The boy who destroyed you once already?" I scoffed as he smirked. "No, not anymore. I'll clip your wings soon enough. You'll fall with me to the ground…always looking up into the sky you used to fly in."

He shot a dark look at me and his face closed in on mine. "You hold back your true desires and potential. I'm just here to release it." Suddenly his mouth enclosed on my neck and bit down. It was not gentle and I was sure it would leave a mark. I pushed him away harshly, "Asshole, stop molesting me. We'll get rid of you soon enough, just like your diary." He didn't listen to a word and decided to attack my neck with teeth. I think he drew blood. ''Fucking hell" I cussed out. His hand grabbed my neck and pulled me up to him. "Now listen well, girl. These marks will imprint onto your soul. Stop thinking about the little blonde and learn that I don't tolerate disobedience. You may be a dog, but you are my dog." He released my neck and I gasped a bit coughing and breathing in air. All I could feel was despair.

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By the next few chapters, quite a few things should be filled in.