A/N: My first really evil elitist bitch Pansy fic! ^^
Wicked Joys
Oh how pretty and perfect you are as you lay there naked and willing, waiting for me to have my wicked ways with you. My devoted little whore. My not needed saviour. How far are you willing to go? Would you bleed for me? Would you… die for me?
[I wouldn't die for for you, but I would have your blood on my hands.]
You have no idea. The disgust I feel for you. How dare you have faith in me? I want you hurt you so bad. I dream of ripping you into pieces with my bare nails. I would rip that innocent face of yours into a bloody mass. Those understanding eyes, oh, I would stick them out. Never again could you give me that look filled with compassion.
[I don't need your pity. I want your soul.]
"She's really a good person." That's what you tell them. Such a big fat lie, a lie that even you believe in.
[Open your eyes, Hermione.]
I'm a bad person. I'm a soon to be a Death Eater. Don't feel any pity for me, I never felt better. My family doesn't beat the hell out of me and no one asked me to take this faith. I'm my own queen, this kingdom is created purely by me and to be clear, I don't need you to understand.
[As if you would ever understand me. We're not on the same level.]
So what if I'm filled with hatred? It's not worse than being utterly happy. I'm not in pain. Hate flows in my veins in perfect harmony with the rest of my mind. I'm aware. I'm not lying to myself as you are. I see what is there and I don't paint pink hearts on it. Paint flakes off, and isn't it fun to see how disappointed you get everytime you discover it.
[I love to raze sandcastles to the ground.]
You are so affectionate after we fucked. I stand up and say that I don't have time for that. A bit more of you dies infront of me.
[Oh, the joy.]
