Blood_Stained_Fingers



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    Harry feels utterly wrung out, muscles jelly and eyelids like heavy sandpaper. He hates himself but Riddle's palms feel so soothing as they run up and down his back, tracing the marks left by the cane and gently skirting around his shoulder to stroke his neck. He feels himself relaxing even more, the world fading.

    He might be asleep as the words drift to him, mind pushing away from the pain and into dreams, but he thinks Riddle answers, so softly, coaxingly, that Harry doesn't know if he imagines it.

    "A reminder, little one," Riddle might have said, "that you are not yours to hurt."

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    05 Aug 2020

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