[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Eleanor opened her eyes, and found that the surroundings were pitch black, and she couldn't see anything, as if someone had covered her eyes with an opaque black cloth.

"Where the hell am I?" she said to herself.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from nowhere.

"Welcome to the Black Room, Eleanor Alford," said the voice cheerfully.

"Who are you?" Eleanor said loudly, with a hint of tension in her tone, "What exactly is this place?"

"Oh, don't worry, honey." The voice was still full of joy. "I won't hurt you. As for where this is-you'll find out soon, honey."

At this moment, Eleanor felt as if the black cloth in front of her was suddenly taken off, and the surrounding scenery suddenly came into her eyes.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh my God—"

The surroundings are infinitely extended, and the darkness at the edge cannot be seen. Only a small area in front of her is illuminated, but no light source can be seen.

In the illuminated area was a bed, on which lay a person, a person Eleanor knew very well.

"Tom!" Eleanor called out his name in surprise.

Tom was wearing a black silk pajamas, his eyes were closed, and his slightly pale face had a peaceful expression, as if he was just asleep.

Eleanor soon noticed that Tom's ankles were chained securely to the bed.

"How could this be?" Eleanor covered her mouth, "What the hell is going on?"

"Don't worry about him, dear," said the voice softly. "He's just asleep."

Eleanor ignored the voice, but reached out and patted Tom on the cheek, "Hey, Tom! Wake up!"

But Tom remained motionless, as if petrified.

"He won't wake up without my permission," the voice gloated.

"Damn it, who are you?" Eleanor said angrily.

"I am the creator of this space," the voice replied happily. "Plainly speaking, I am an existence similar to the 'God' of this space. Everything that happens here is under my control."

"You must be crazy." Eleanor frowned.

"No, I'm not crazy," said the voice. "I can give you proof. Tell me, what would you like to drink now?"

"What did you say?"

"I mean, what drink would you like, Miss Alford?" said the voice with mock respect.

Eleanor crossed her arms, determined to see what this guy was up to.

"Then have a glass of pumpkin juice."

As soon as she finished speaking, a beautiful white round table appeared in front of her, with a goblet filled with pumpkin juice placed on it.

"See?" said the voice triumphantly. "Now do you believe what I say?"

Eleanor lowered her arms and was silent for a moment before she said, "Well, it's fine if I trust you. What do you want to do?"

"My request is very simple, as long as you follow my instructions and complete what you need to do, I will let you go back." The voice replied.

"whats the matter?"

"Don't worry, dear, don't worry," said the voice easily. "Let me see--well, they say, first thing you need to do is take off Tom Riddle's pajamas."

"They? Who are they?" Eleanor asked warily.

The voice coughed softly, "No, it's nothing, you heard it wrong. Now, please take off Tom's pajamas."

Eleanor walked over and stared down at the sleeping Tom.He looked older than she remembered, closer in age to the man she had met at Little Hangleton.

She reached out her hand, touched the neckline of Tom's silk pajamas, and undid a button, revealing the boy's delicate collarbone.She couldn't help feeling a little nervous, and her fingers couldn't help shaking.

"Hurry up," the voice urged, "You have to take off his pajamas within a minute."

"You didn't mention that there is a time limit!" Eleanor said angrily.

"My space is up to me." The voice said in a very cheerful tone.

Eleanor had to continue to struggle with the buttons of Tom's pajamas.

She finally unbuttoned all the goddamn buttons and roughly ripped off his pajamas.

Thank God!Tom also wore a half-uncovered white shirt and a pair of trousers under his nightgown, so he was not nearly naked as Eleanor imagined.

It was a huge relief, and she wondered, why would anyone wear a nightgown over a shirt?

"Are you disappointed? Are you disappointed?" The voice said excitedly, "Haha, did you think you would see Tom's naked body just now?"

"Oh, shut up! It's not like that!" Eleanor retorted with flushed cheeks.

"Now, see the other two chains on the bed? Put them around Tom's wrists," the voice continued.

"What the hell is this for?" Eleanor protested, the blush on her face still not fading completely.

The voice paused, "From now on, you are not allowed to question any of my requests. If you don't do it, I will give you a small punishment."

"What punishment?" Eleanor asked vigilantly.

"Like throwing you into a room full of snakes," said the voice.

"Okay, okay, you pervert! Can I do it?" Eleanor said indignantly, while bending down and handcuffing Tom's wrists.

"Very well, now I'll wake Tom up...wait a minute, what?" The voice suddenly became softer, as if whispering to someone, "Well...well, just do as you said. "It cleared its throat, and said loudly, "Now, you're going to kiss Tom on the lips and wake him up."

Suddenly there was a burst of snickering from all directions, and the laughter obviously did not belong to one person.

Eleanor felt annoyed and ashamed that she was being watched by some nasty fellows.

"Is there no other way but this?" She couldn't help asking.

"You are not allowed to ask questions." The voice suddenly said pretending to be serious, "If there is another time, I will throw you into the snake house, you know?"

"Understood, Miss God." Eleanor replied through gritted teeth.

She came to Tom's side and looked down at the boy's face.

He still closed his eyes tightly, looking completely unconscious.His lips were parted slightly, and the light effect made them look soft and lustrous.Eleanor couldn't help hesitating, is she really going to kiss Tom Riddle on her own initiative?It's just unimaginable.

"Hurry up." The voice urged, "It's not your first kiss anyway."

"Damn it." Eleanor cursed.She leaned over and touched Tom's lips lightly.

"Excellent!" said the voice cheerfully.

Eleanor was surprised to see Tom's eyelids move, then slowly opened.The pitch-black eyes stared at Eleanor for a few seconds without focus, and then suddenly widened slightly.

"Eleanor?" He said hoarsely, his hot breath sprayed on Eleanor's face lightly.

She was startled, and quickly stood up straight, but she couldn't help feeling a fever on her face.

"What's this place?" said Tom, frowning.Soon he realizes that he has been robbed of his freedom.He tentatively moved his limbs, and the iron chain hit the edge of the bed, making a crisp sound.

"Oh, Tom Riddle! Welcome to wake up!" said the voice cheerfully, in a much more excited tone than before.

"Who's that?" asked Tom warily.

"A perverted bastard." Eleanor answered succinctly, and then quickly told what happened before.However, she deliberately skipped the details of taking off her pajamas and the kiss just now, and just repeated the set of words about "God" that the voice told her.

"Have you fully understood the situation?" said the voice.

"I don't understand at all." Eleanor said coldly.

But that voice ignored Eleanor's words, "Then let's continue this fun game."

As soon as it finished speaking, a cardboard box appeared in front of Eleanor.There was a fist-sized hole in the cardboard box, and it was impossible to see what was inside from the outside.A white piece of paper was pasted on the box, with "game props" written in red on it.

"What is this?" Eleanor asked.

"Here are all kinds of props for playing games." The voice said, with an obvious smile in his tone, "By the way, there is one prop here that can let you escape from this space, but I won't tell you in advance if it is What kind of prop is that. So, everything depends on your luck."

Eleanor stared suspiciously at the box.

The author has something to say: what do you want in the box? ╮(╯▽╰)╭

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