The Insanity of Barty Crouch Jr

by nanayoung

Pain. He couldn't get enough of it. The pure agony coursing through his body. The screams and cries of his victims as they pleaded with him to let the pain stop. The humiliation and degeneration imparted on both himself and others. The untold amounts of suffering he gave to the people around him. Pain was his pleasure. Suffering was his joy. Insanity, was the final result.

Pain

He was born wrong.

It was something that he knew even before he learned to speak.

As a child, no older than three, he knew there was something wrong with him. Something almost... inhuman in a way.

While others would shy away from it, do anything they could in order to avoid it, he would embrace it with his whole being.

Pain.

Oh, the wonderous, delightful pain.

How it filled his insides, wracked his entire body with sensation. It was like a jolt to his mind, a feeling that was pure ecstasy.

He craved the pain, the delightful sensation that set his body and mind alight.

His entire body drawn to attention, his mind focused on this single feeling, raising the pure pain filled pleasure to new heights.

He wanted it.

He would do anything to get it.

This deep, agonizing pain, filling his body to the brim. Ripping him apart from the inside out.

Wave and wave of it crashing through his body, erasing every thought, every feeling, every sense of self until the pain was only left. There would be no more Barty, no more Crouch, just pain, pain, pain.

He'd arch his back, and scream his pleasure to the heavens, as the pain reached a fevered pitch.

And he would die, he would die with the agony coursing throughout his body, his mind shredded, his blood pounding in his ears, the very ground vibrating with the strength of his cries.

Pain.

Fuck...

It felt so good.

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Note to readers, this Barty Crouch Jr. is based on the movie version not the book version. Thanks for reading the first chapter and be sure to leave a review or give me some feedback.