It was one in the morning and I had my hand on Draco's shoulder; it was pitch black on a city street. No building had power, no car would start. No cell phone would turn on. No flash light would light. No electricity anywhere. Even the candles blew out as soon as they were lit.
We had made it that way.
"Alohomora," I whispered, unlocking the front door of a home as we entered, carefully locking it behind us.
We waited there for a while in silence, not daring to make a sound in fear that the person we were waiting for would notice us.
We crept into the man's living room, waiting patiently. On the way in, I tripped over something… a stand of some sort… I whispered "Lumos," and let a light go only for a moment to see what it was…
Swords. Japanese swords. Seriously, the man collected fucking swords.
We heard the sound of the lock unlocking, the door opening.
"-yeah, power's out down the whole street."
"Weird shit. Think Magical Law Enforcement are doing a stake out?"
"Whatever, couldn't be for us. Trail's cold, ice cold. Alright bud, good night."
"'night," one of the voices said before the man it came from walked off into the night.
I waved my wand, sound proofing the whole house… again… securing the doors… shading the windows…
Piece of cake.
"I'll let you take this one," I whispered, and Draco nodded, smiling devilishly.
"Haven't had the chance to have some fun with one of these fuckers in a while… the guys gave me plenty of dirt on this guy too. Should be a good time…"
"Hello?" the man said, already sounding afraid. It didn't matter if he'd heard us now.
Draco waves his wand… the lights came back on all up and down the road… in the house… then another wave, the kitchen light turned on, providing just enough light for the man to see two strangers in his living room before a framed portrait hung on his wall leapt from its place and smacked him in the back of the head, disorienting him.
Another wave of Draco's wand… dark in the house again… the man screamed; Draco laughed.
"Stop wasting your breath. We've set all the enchantments you could think of, and plenty you probably couldn't. No one can hear you."
The lights went out again.
"Expelliarmus," Draco said calmly, almost playfully.
When the lights came on again, he was holding the man's wand in his free hand… the lights went out again. Draco threw it and the man could not see where it had gone. Lights on again and…
Draco was right in the man's face, an inch away, his wand at the man's throat.
"Hello there, 'Christopher.' That's the name, right."
Terrified, the man nodded.
"What do you know about Chelsea Waters?"
The man stared at him blankly.
"Chelsea Waters? The Muggle you've been stalking, right? You must have her name. I mean, you tapped her phones, you've got Floo access to her fireplace… I wonder what you had in store for her…"
The man was silent; he couldn't even lie now. Draco knew everything.
Perhaps twisting the truth now.
"I- I'm- I'm obsessed with her. I can't help it. I needed to have h-"
"Bullshit," barked Draco. The man flew back across the room, his back slamming against the wall as Draco quickly closed the distance between them.
"I know who you work for, Christopher. Chris. Do you go by Chris? Christopher? Chrissy?"
The man was too scared to show that he was also a bit puzzled, "Ch-Chris."
"Christina? Okay Christina."
I couldn't help but giggle…
"Did your wife ever call you that, Christina? No, probably not. She just thought you were gay, not a girl." He chuckled. "And there'd be nothing wrong with that, Christina, but that's not what you are…"
Draco swept his wand horizontally and the man felt himself forced to turn around and face another framed portrait on his wall.
It was a photo of him and his wife. Well, his ex-wife.
"You're not gay. Not as far as I know, Christina. There'd be no shame in that if you were. But what you actually are is weak. Spineless. That's why you need to hang out with your big, strong friends, isn't it? Makes you feel safe? Makes you feel like you're… important?"
Draco chuckled, "Knew a guy like you once… Peter Pettigrew. Not very popular, not very popular at all…"
The man was frozen in place, forced to stare at the picture of his ex-wife.
"Peter's dead now. He was forced to strangle himself… with his own arm. I'm a nice guy though. You won't have to go out like that. You won't have to do it… I'll handle everything."
The man let out a whimper.
"D-did you just whimper? Like a dog?" Draco laughed loudly, a confident, frightening laugh. "That's why she left you, Christina. You're a coward. You're a loser. You're fucking WORTHLESS."
And then Christina started to cry… and, almost ashamed of myself, I started to laugh as well. For some reason, it all seemed so funny to me…
"Turn around, Christina."
Draco whipped his wand…. gave the man control of his muscles again. The man stood in place.
"Turn. The fuck. AROUND."
The man quickly snapped around, panting.
"Pl-please!" Christina cried, "L- just let me-"
"On your knees," Draco said, cutting him off. The man stared at him in terror, but did as he was told.
"You aren't a real man, Christina," Draco said bluntly. "Remember when she told you that. Remember when she got drunk? Told it to all your friends? Well you know what? It's true. Look at you. Look at what you're doing. You're a follower. You're a coward. You AREN'T a real man. And that's where you belong, Chrissy. Christina. On your knees in front of me. Don't I look like a real man to you, Christina?"
"Y-ye-ye-ye-"
"y-y-y-y-y-y-y" Draco repeated. mocking him before swatting his hand forward, slapping the man across the face firmly.
He looked down at Christopher, Chris, Chrissy, Christina… I wasn't even sure what to call this creature at this point… with pity.
"You deserve to die, Christina. You want to die, don't you?"
He looked up at Draco, tears falling from his eyes.
"Pl-please…"
"If you ask politely, I'll make it nice and painless, Christina. The "mudbloods" aren't the ones who deserve it, Christina. You're the one. You know that. Tell me you're sorry. Tell me you're sorry."
He whimpered, cried… "I'm s-sorry…"
"For WHAT, Christina?"
"I'm sorry, I was going to k-k-kill h-et…"
"Very good. Now go ahead and ask for it. Politely. Now. Before I lose my patience."
"N-no…"
"One more chance…"
"No!"
And then Draco had his wand out… a long light, somehow both liquid and solid… it acted as a whip as I watched him beat the man down as he remained on his knees before Draco, sobbing. Each time the whip hit, it sent what felt like electricity all throughout his body, shooting a stabbing pain through every nerve.
"AH! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE JUST KILL ME! HURTS! PLEASE!"
"Too late, Christina."
It went on like that for a while and I just watched… and I laughed. It was sick, but I didn't care. I loved it…
I laughed and laughed… and as I looked at Draco, I honestly don't think I had ever felt more turned on in my life. Draco had never looked sexier to me than when he was standing over that man, totally in control of him, so clearly superior.
Not a man. Not a person. Over this creature. Over "Christina."
And it was an act of pure mercy when finally, Draco lashed forward with his wand, and the next thing the man knew, he had been impaled by one of his katanas…
Draco looked down at him as the man cried and cried…
"You disgust me… she was right about you, Christina. About everything… Just admit it. Admit it and I'll end it all for you, just like you know you've really wanted all along. Say it."
Between sobs, the man blurted it out.
"I'm not a real man."
And then he was beheaded by the sword, splashing blood across the room, all over me, all over Draco.
I looked down at the sad, broken dead man as his body fell forward onto the ground and then looked up at Draco; the madness in his eyes had not subsided as he looked at me, pointing down to the ground where the man had just been on his knees a moment before…
And then I was on my knees in front of him as he grabbed my face, making me rub it over the huge bulge of his cock in his trousers… I kissed it through the fabric, kissed all over as I ran my hands all over his hips, his abs, his thighs as he made me worship him…
He dropped his pants, exposing his huge cock in front of my face and I immediately took it deep in my mouth, choking myself on it, trying not to gag as I bobbed my head up and down, sucking hungrily, mindlessly, flicking my tongue all over the head of his dick and tasting his precum.
I looked submissively up into his eyes as he grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up and pressing his lips hard against mine… I could taste 'Christina's' blood all over his mouth and his face as he kissed me. He turned me around up against the wall, forcing up my robes, sliding down my panties…
He didn't even have to play with me, didn't even have to tease. I was already ready…
And then he stuffed every inch of that long, thick, perfect cock deep inside of me and pulled hard on my hair as he fucked me rough, raw, tearing my little cunt wide open, fucking me like a man, like I'd never gotten from anyone else I'd been with before him. The blood was getting all over me, rubbing off all over my clothes, my skin. I looked down and saw 'Christina' bleeding out on the ground next to me as Draco's hand reached around to rub my clit while he fucked me, and I came almost instantly.
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