Shattered

"Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"What you think of me."

"You're fucking pathetic."

"Oh? Then why do you keep coming back to me, mn? Why are you on your knees, mouth hungry for my cock, flesh quivering for my touch, and with that fuck me look written all over your whorish little face? You're fucking pathetic too."

"I'm a whore...but you keep taking the goods."

"Shut up."

"Make me. I dare you."

Sickening slap, smacking flesh and stinging heat permeating left cheek. Tainting the blood. Spindle fingers wrapped around delicate neck and pressure applied, choking the delicious breath from writhing figure. Deep chucking. Amusing. Fallen angel refusing to beg for mercy. Master loomed overhead and dug thumbs into those perfectly carved grooves of the windpipe. Flashing eyes, filled with lust for blood, cum, and tears. Fallen whore shuddered, knowing death would not come, rather be narrowly escaped. It was usual.

"Will you do anything for me, little cunt?"

Grip released. Blond beauty gasped for life, for air. Ashen eyes had glazed, cloudy like a descending storm. Smoke.

"I am yours."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"You know the answer."

"I know I do, but I want to hear you say it. Your pride disgusts me, Malfoy. You think it's all a game and all those men and women are your precious dolls to fuck the love out of. You're my doll, dear. You own nothing. I know that you cry when you're alone. You don't know what pain is, slut. You use no one. They all use you."

"You're a fucking liar. It's the only way you can own people, by breaking them down and rebuilding them the way you want. You won't break me."

"You're right. You're already too fucking shattered."

Little dragon lay awake in bed, holding the covers over his head and pressing a pillow against his ears. His father's Master was here again, and soon the sounds of their tortured lovemaking would begin as it always did, and always does. How he hated the noise.