The boy… that terrible boy… was standing right behind her. His eyes were a sickening red. His skin was a deathly pale, almost transparent.
His arms wrapped around her body like snakes, wrenching open her shirt and skirt. His hands sank into her skin like hot metal would through butter. Blood spurted everywhere: over her face, over his face, over his old-fashioned Slytherin uniform.
His tongue penetrated the skin of her cheek. Crimson liquid filled her mouth, spilling out past her lips.
Ginny flailed in agony. She could feel him inside her; inside her skin; inside her mind; ravaging her very essence. His arms were fully submerged in her chest now, fingers gripping her heart… squeezing.
And then… his entire body sank into her.
Tom grinned, clutching the sink, the girl's body still wracked by the pain of his first true possesion. He could control her until he saw fit, instead of for a fleeting moment.
Weakling child.
As he cleaned and healed the wounds of the body, his Prime raised its head from the hole where the tub had just been; eyes closed and ready to obey Tom's every command. "Tonight Masster… we sshall risse."
Tom laughed cruelly as the last vestiges of Ginny Weasley's control left her body.
2 comments:
That scene was slightly terrifying. Did you actually write the scene based on the picture? It fits so well it's scary.
Also, I'm b0b3rt from ffnet.
partially. the original bit was close but considerably less dark. and then i struck gold when I found this looking for a good possession picture. it was obviously meant to be a squicky gin and tom romance art but i just adapted it.
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