Title: With my bare hands I create perfection
Paring: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Genere: Angst
Disclaimer: All Characters belong to JK Rowling.
Summary: He'd been practicing for two weeks now and finally, finally he'd reached perfection.
With my bare hands I create perfection
He'd been practicing for two weeks now and finally, finally he'd reached perfection.
It had taken quite some time, twisting the rope after his will because of his wounded fingers. They were rarely healed these days. There was no need to heal them anymore, he hadn't left the house for months and he could still grip the headboard.
He was bleeding slightly but not enough to kill him – Why would I want you dead? – just to remind him of the life he had.
He was standing in the middle of the living room. He knew he didn't have permission to be there, but at this moment he was indifferent.
Scream my name, Potter. Scream it.
A smile found it's way to his face as he tightened the knot.
It was flawless, it had to be. You worthless piece of shit. It had to be, he wouldn't cope if it wasn't.
He pulled the rope once, making sure it was strong enough, even though he knew it was. No mistakes.
On your knees.
Never again.
The front door slammed and he kicked the chair away.