His sight was blurred as his father's weight pressed him into the sheets and his eyes watered with the force of his thrusts.

It's like you're a drug

His sight was blurred as the cruciatus curse forced all sense from his mind and filled him instead with an unmerciful pain.

His equally unmerciful father stood by.

It's like you're a demon I can't face down

He lay quite still in his expensive, expansive bed as his father approached from the direction of the locked door, casting a silencing charm as he went.

It's like I'm stuck

He sprinted from the Hall, seeking the grounds, knowing full well that his punishment would be far worse when he inevitably returned.

It's like I'm running from you all the time

His father bent over him, his face composed.

"What would you do?"

A shiver.

"Anything, father."

And I know I let you have all the power

His friend bent over him, his face concerned.

"What do you want to do?"

A shrug.

"Anything."

It's like the only company I seek is misery all around

His father kissing, sucking, making claims of possession over his son's skin.

It's like you're a leech

His father cutting, claiming him in yet another way.

Sucking the life from me

His father pressing lips to lips.

It's like I can't breathe

His father around him. Inside him.

Without you inside of me

His father on top of him. Pushing him into the sheets.

And I know I let you have all the power

His father.

And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time