Scream
by The Spike
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WARNING: Dark, dark, dark and also not very nice.

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Notes: This is unbetaed and probably fairly incoherent but The Chute is haunting me and I had to get this out.

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Use it, Zio says and I try -- clamp down on the clamp. Force the fire ants to work for me. Hah! Like I can think of anything but wanting to scream, wanting to hit. Hurt. When he touches me I do scream, sometimes. Just scream . Hit him. Claw at him. He never hurts me, touches me so softly like a lover. His disciple. Touches my face so softly I'm going to kill him. Scream the way he makes me feel. It's not fair and you're there, just there behind the curtain, hearing everything he does, I do. . . I'm so damn sorry for this, Tom. For being the cause, the root for letting him, wanting him, his hand on me so gentle like your hands -- why can't you. . .

It's never felt so good you know? With anyone. Libby. Anyone.

It's this clamp, the constant burr under my skin and he holds me so tight, hands make me scream, can't think, can't think -- can't even breathe down here, the dark, the stink of sweat ground in deep. Akritirian musk on me all the time, can't you smell it? When I crawl in beside you? Smell him on me? Smell me? So dirty like perfume? Why don't you pull away? Why don't you scream? You should scream when I touch you, touch your face so soft, lay my head on your chest, tongue like a lover to your throat, taste your sweat, your blood -- god no -- but you just sigh and I can feel the warmth of your breath, touch you like he touches me why don't you. . .?

But you don't just breathe just moan a little shiver under me. Fevered. Hot -- your skin, freckles, soft gold fur, your sweat slick. Always there, always golden. Always everything flares to life around you. Even here. Light in my dark only everything's dark now. Shivering. Burning against me. So wrong your eyes flutter lost, look to me for answers. Shhh. Shhh. I'll take care of you, Tom. I will. . .

"Harry?"

"Shhh -- it'll be okay." So soft, like a lover. I won't hurt you, stroke your cheek, touch, taste, want you want you want and oh god. . .

Why. . .?

. . . so beautiful under my hands, so hard, so helpless. . .

Why don't. . .?

I won't hurt you, let me. . .

Why don't you. . .?

. . . not a killer but. . .

Eyes so clear. Your smile. You're hurt. I'm killing you, for god's sake why don't you. . .

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