Rating: M for a reason
Genre: Horror, Non-Con, Darkfic
Pairing: Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody/ Kreacher
Summary: They played the game of hunter and the target.
Warnings: Non-Consensual sex between a human and a house elf. Dark themes.
A/N: I like this ficlet. Yea, it's horrible, it's agonizing, it's twisted and it's absolutely rare. Yet it's one of my favorites.
A Devil in the Body of Auror
Kreacher curled up on a grey rag that served as his bed in his tiny nest. He hold tight onto an old golden ring with the escutcheon of the House of Black engraved on it. Every inch of his small body was sore and beaten.
He heard footsteps, every seconds was normal, every second metallic cold "clank" as loud as a canon fire. Kreacher clutched tightly his dirty cloth. He couldn't even breath, so silent he had to be. Maybe that way…
Even thought Kreacher was old, he wasn't stupid nor deaf. He heard many things which weren't meant to his ears. On the other side, he was invisible. No one cared if he had few more bruises. No one saw him. Except the insane Creepy-Eye who saw everything. Nothing could pass by that man's creepy eye that noticed always even the slightest movement.
Thump, clank, grumble. Kreacher hoped that the man would go away. His bat-like ears trembled slightly when he listened carefully. They were having a contest between wills, the hunter and the prey. The grave silence was suffocating.
"Kreacher, follow me", the Auror growled hoarsely. The voice caused shivers of horror to run down the house elf's spine. He obeyed involuntarily, orders were orders and his Master had said that he had to obey every member of Order of Phoenix. Hoodlum Master knew nothing of the horrors that took place in the hause.
"Yes, Sir," Kreacher said dryly but did as he was told. Creepy-Eye didn't stand a second's disobedience and he was quick to punish. He had a whip and he knew how to cause insufferable pain with it.
If only the Mistress saw how mud-bloods and traitors treated Kreacher… She would have retified the wrongdoings, Kreacher thought surly when they walked past the curtains that hid the portrait of Walburga Black.
"On the stool," was the next order and Kreacher did as told as fast as his old body let him. He climbed on a wooden stool and waited. He knew what Creepy-Eye wanted but decided that Auror had to give orders. He wouldn't be helpful to mud-blood liker like that.
"On your knees," Creepy-Eye said. His voice trembled full of anger. Scarred face looked extremely scary now that normal eye raged with anger.
There were no signs of warning; the man forced himself inside the small elf with one quick move. Kreacher felt every agonizing movement inside him and squealed quietly.
"Shut up" Creepy-Eyes didn't stop moving, instead he became harsher. Kreacher felt how thrusts gained more force. They were also faster and caused more pain. Yet the small elf couldn't cry out his pain.
Eventually Auror came inside small creature and pulled away. He sat back on a comfortable chair and panted heavily.
"Go… and remember, not a word to others", the man said.
Kreacher limped out as fast as possible. He knew that Creepy-Eye would find him on the next time too. It had happened many times before and it'd happen again. Orders chained the small elf better than anything and Creepy-Eye exploited the fact. The man was the devil himself in the body of Auror.
Whether he was angry, bored or horny, the victim was always defenseless Kreacher.
The old elf crawled back to his nest preserving his tender frame. In his little world he could lick his wounds.
For a moment…
Fin
A/N2: Did ya... find it horrible?