For .read's Dark Fic -Challenge.
There was a soft sound; something quiet and delicate. Breakable.
Regulus's eyelashes kissed his cheeks, and he fell on to the splintering hardwood floors. His hands and forearms collided with something—break/influence/glass—and he let out a gasp as the little shards dug into his long(beautiful)fingers.
(there it was again. the sound)
He started to cry, curled into a little heap on the floor, his long tangled hair falling into his big gray eyes. There was blood—oh God the blood—flowing all over his hands, staining his faded sweatshirt. He was so&so&so angry+sad+
…c-o-n-f-u-s-e-d…
"Mummy?" he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to get up. "Daddy?"
There were two hands on his shoulders, his hips, his buttocks. They were rough and wet, and there was thick, heavy breathing as an accompanist.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up," said the [V.O.I.C.E], desperate as it pulled at his tiny penis. "Shut up, you little fuck."
Reggie Black, four years old, held his breath as Cygnus Black's long(disgusting)fingers ripped up his asshole, afraid.
