Title: Possession
Author: Scarby
Disclaimer: Not mine in the slightest. Nope, nothing.
Summary: An introspective and rather psychotic piece from Harry's point of view about/to Melfina.
Spoilers: Up through where Harry hears Melfina singing on that planet. Sorry, but I've forgotten the title of the episode. Oh, well. You should watch the entire series anyways. It's great!
Note: R rating for cussing and references to nonconsensual rape. Also, this occurs before Harry listens to Mel singing on the planet of ruins but after he entered her mind and her bedroom in her mind.
Possession
When I was a child, the scientists who grew me – created me – told me that they loved me. As I watched them, I learned that they owned me. In my mind grew the idea that they loved me because they owned me,
Later, I saw men give up their loves for treasure they owned. Love and ownership. Over and over again, I observed this, bringing forth a reinforced idea: what I love, I must own.
Did you think I lied when I told you I loved you, Melfina?
I fucking *own* you, bitch!
I love you, Melfina.
When we first met, I saw your innermost mind. Thoughts, dreams, pure intoxication. Your refusals only made the second encounter that much sweeter. I knew I had to have you.
Because I love you.
Can't you see that it's Fate?! Why can't you Goddamn accept it?! Two beings created meeting by *chance*? No fucking way. Fate, baby. That's what it is.
But I must have you.
You are mine – *only* mine!
For only I have seen you laid open as you were. In your little bedroom of your mind, crying and scared and whimpering and –
Pure Heaven.
I wanted to take you right there in your so-called "safety room", the comfort zone in your mind. I wanted everything stripped bare before me – your body, your mind, your secrets, your life. I wanted it all. You will belong to me.
You will someday be tied to those cute bedposts in you own mind. Tied and naked and crying. And I will slowly – agonizingly – lower myself onto you, our flesh slick between us. Ever so terribly slow, I will slide my hands down your perfect curves as you sob my name.
But I don't want to see you hurt, so I'll muffle your cries gently with my mouth, seduce your lips open with a tender bite, perhaps drawing blood if you struggle too much. Your mouth – oh, your luscious mouth will be so sweet as you finally give up and yield to me. And only when you do, when you let yourself be mine, then will I join us as you scream.
Only with your sweet cries of pain will I know you are mine, will be mine, and have only ever before been mine.
And we will be together forever.
Oh, Melfina, still you resist, and I can't understand why. We were meant to be. Together, we will be happy.
Don't you want to be happy, you whore?!
Oh, baby, you're not a whore. I'm sorry. But I do want us tot be happy, and I can already see how happy you will be with me.
As mine.
I fucking own you, bitch!
I love you, Melfina.
Why can't you see that?
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~Clamat, sed ubi asinus est?~