Another story!
I'm just a machine aren't i?
These are all depressing. Well most of them.
Too much evanescence for me!
The pairings are Harry/Bellatrix, because, really, i couldn't think of a better pairing for this story.
Enjoy...
She was forbidden.
And thats what made it so much better.
She pulled him down, into the pits of blackness.
But he didn't mind, not really.
And this didn't mean anything.
Because he couldn't feel anyway.
And the whispers in his ears, low, silky, seductive.
Yet haunting.
And the first night their lips met, dark mixed with light, and he knew he was going to hell for this.
But he didn't care, because this was his punishment.
And at least he could feel something.
He was nearing insanity.
But he quite enjoyed it.
Nearing death, but he didn't mind.
Because at least he could feel something.
And the screams that filled his head at night,
he couldn't get rid of.
And he was nearing insanity, nearing death.
And this was his punishment.
But that was okay.
And this was something you couldn't will away.
Finally, everyone found out.
All hell broke loose.
And they ran.
And he was nearing insanity, nearing death.
The voices that whispered in his head.
Chilling, silky, seductive.
And haunting.
Her lips on his skin, blood mixed with sweat, pain mixed with pleasure.
This was his punishment.
But it was okay, because at least he could feel something.
He had reached insanity, nearing death.
And the screaming in his head subsided.
The whispers had stopped.
And he knew he wasn't okay.
Because he couldn't feel anything.
And there we are, did you like?
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