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I was in a writing mood, and I didn't feel like going into great detail, so I tried a different approach. Please give me honest reviews and feedback. It'll help me get better at writing. sweatdrop I wrote this while listening to the sexiest music ever! o.o;;; ._.; I had intended for it to be much longer, but I cut all the colors except black and white. >_< Because I lost my motivation.

Rating: Perhaps rated M, if you care to look at it that way. It seems more PG-13 to me.

Can you guess which partners of Severus's are black and white? Sorry, no reward. ;_;' =D





Everything; together and warm it seems, yet sharp and painful.

He is bright, as if he really is angelic, and gentle to the touch. I reach, but he is swift, and I am caught. Caught inside white, or, rather, underneath it. Forced in me, unnatural, hardly as pure as it would seem. Aristocratic b*****d.

Still, I am waiting for something, anything, and not recieving it what I want, and he takes advantage. Uses me, for laughs.

They laugh at me; I am the weak one, the ugly toy.

Everywhere I move, he's there. I'm lost and weak. My fault, my fault. I let this happen, I knew better, and still I wanted something unrealistic, something I don't deserve.

Do I deserve anything?

Thrust.

He is done, but I am not.

Sick, covered in the sheer white gleam of my captor, I fall asleep, dreaming of living in a white, marble house, with an angelic husband, smelling the white lilies as I put them in a white vase.

And it's all lost, as the white reaches me and flows around me, a mess of horrible colors.



Nothing; that is what I deserve, but it is not what I get. It is what mother got.

Nothingness reminds me of mother. Nowhere, wearing nothing, saying nothing, breathing nothing... Breathing nothing... Not breathing...

He comes for me, offer me something, but I don't deserve anything. He told me that. But here is, offering me something... Something of his. Take it, take it, her urges. We've done this before. And I know that tomorrow he'll tell me I shouldn't've taken it, because I don't deserve it, just like all those other nights.

I don't take it.

I look up at him, so tall, and dark, and thin, and naked, and offering me something I don't deserve. I don't deserve anything.

Sloppily, he walks toward me, glaring. No, not glaring, staring at me. He smiles and tells me he loves me, and I know he is lying, but I remember mum, telling me she loves me, and I look at her, breathing now. I want her to offer me something, not this man who makes her cry. Who makes me cry.

I want him to love me, like mother does. I take it in my small hands that I can't see clearly in the blackness, and he leans back, and then, slowly, so slowly leans forward against me. Making a noise, that sounds like he's choking.

No.

That was mother. Suddenly, I let go of him, and I wail, loudly, crying, because mother is choking, and he is offering me something I don't deserve, and I'm confused and scared.

I feel something big, strong, thick, grip my bare arm and quickly, too quickly, I see darkness.

I do not wake until the next day.

He punishes me, tells me I shouldn't've taken it, I don't deserve, and look at what I did to my own mother!

I go to my room, and sit the black darkness.

And wait, wanting something, anything, and not deserving it.



>=o Bitches! Dx

Sorry about any grammatical errors, typos, spelling errors, etc. =D I'm too lazy to fix it right now.

...And here's where my sig is hiding: whee