~ Interlude 1, or Why Voyeurism Isn't Good For Your Mind ~
You dirty, dirty SOD! How old are you? You were always older than ME- so you must be about forty by now! He's SEVENTEEN for Merlin's Sake! It isn't even LEGAL for you to sleep with him. You make me sick. I always knew werewolves were twisted.
You always had a strange MANIC glint in your eyes- and you call me the crazy one? You should be LOCKED away with all the rest of you child molesters and murderers.
Dug in a graveyard full of people who've committed ATROSITIES and who've been shot to pay for their crimes. Stood before the firing squad your hands BOUND and eyes OPEN.
You'd find that kinky though. Wouldn't you? TIED up and HELPLESS? Turns you on?
I want to take you by your UGLY, pale, body and make you bleed for your SINS! Make you pay for how you've corrupted Harry. He is nothing but a CHILD- you monster. JUDAS!
My fingers are number with anger. GET-
Good. Go- get off him. Run like the animal you ARE.
Run.
Run.
RUN!
I can't help but love YOU. I WANT you bound and GAGGED, lying like a trapped butterfly, pinned to a decorative board. I want to TEACH you. I want to love you.
I want you and your sins beneath me now. Writhing.
Cleanse ME with your tainted hands.