". . ."
". . ."
"I thought you wanted to talk."
"There's so much to say. . . so much to do. Give me a moment, darling."
". . ."
". . ."
"I-"
"Do you want to die?"
"Wh- What?"
"It's a rather simple question."
"No."
"Most people don't. I don't mind death - that much is obvious. I chose my life, and I'm happy. I took away your choice. . . and consequently, your happiness."
". . ."
"You hate me. . . you're scared of me. You'll just run away again, yes?"
". . ."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
"I promised I wouldn't tie you up anymore. I'm at a loss of what to do with you; I've never felt that before."
"Do you wish to hurt me?"
". . . I tell you no all the time, but I feel it always - the urge. Forever pulsing underneath my skin, winding me up until I eventually break."
"This is why you should be the one locked up."
"Don't. . . you think I know that?"
". . . Hit me."
". . . what ar-"
"Hit me."
"Harry, sit down. You're fucking losing it."
"Hit me!"
"No!"
"Now you can't do it? When I ask for it? You made such big threats!"
". . ."
". . ."
"Your skin is so soft underneath my fingertips. . . and your neck so fragile in my cold grip. Don't provoke me, darling, or I won't be able to control my urges."
". . . tch, when have you ever been in control?"
". . ."
". . . is that why yo-"
"Leave it for another day, doc."
"Heh, of course."
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Fanfiction"Why do you kill?" "Why ask the same questions everyone else does?" "Because you won't answer."
