A/N ok this is weird. I decided to just get it over with and point out the obvious. Now I write some pretty odd crap but this might very well get a large share of the cake. It's just this pairing was on my list and I simply couldn't make it fluffy like I usually do. So here it is please read and review, oh and if you think of any pairings I haven't done before tell me please.
Bowing down I give myself to him, relinquish control. His mark on my arm take's away my
worries, I am no longer a responsible human, forced to make decisions. No, I am his slave, his
pet, happy to sacrifice the life I once had. Individuality dead, I'm but an accessory. My life is in
his hands, others scorn I do not feel, for I am no longer real. If I had feelings I'd love this man.
Proudly I do his biddings, welcome his pain. After all I live to please, and pain pleases him so
very much.
Then he is gone. And my world is shattered. I am a tool with out an owner. Who will accept
me now, there are few in the world sick enough to take on humans as pets. And I bare his mark,
my true masters mark, no one else will take me like him. I no longer know how to live like a
human. So I don't. I transform and once again become a pet. But no, this boy I will never
consider my master. As the year's pass I miss my lord. I miss the pain, the hate oh how I miss
the way he use to make me feel. Some time's I risk transforming back, just to assure myself that
my master's mark is still on me.
Then I am back at Hogwarts, the place hold's so much pain to me, the biggest being Harry
Potter. The boy is the reminder of both lives I have lost. I wish but to kill him, yet I feel a sort of
loyalty to him. He has power, and power is what attracts me, like a moth to a light, it will be my
demise. But I know that he'd never be my master. The fact I even am thinking of such
blasphemy makes me sick. Master, would kill me if he knew, that is if he wasn't already dead. At
least I thought he was dead. I hear the talk; my master was near me all along. How did I not
know? But he is gone again, I realized too late. So many conflicting emotions arise, and a
horrible decision must be decided. And I must be the one to decide it.
The time comes; my master is soon to be back to his normal body. He is weak now, and it
tears me apart to be the one caring for him. So I am so eager to make him strong again, I want
him to control me and I will do whatever it takes. I wish to be used completely and utterly,
though I have no place to be wishing. Wishing is wanting, and that would make me seem like a
human which I most certainly am not. For I am but a pet to be used, and oh, how I love being
used.