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Author: Irisri
Title: Parts
Rating: R
Summary: She clenched her teeth, hating this obsession she had… this mental problem that didn’t seem to go away.
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Prompt: My Choice
Prompts Complete: 14/50 (lions_serpents)
Words: 531
Disclaimer: Guess what? I own nothing…
Status: Work In Progress
Clean. Simple.
If she thought about it though, the job wasn’t so clean, nor so simple. She hated how she’d become this way, hated who’d driven her into this line of work, that wasn’t really work but more like a collection.
It was hard to get close to the men she decided to make her prey. It didn’t matter if they were married, engaged, or if they preferred to have whores do their bidding---she got the job done.
She clenched her teeth, hating this obsession she had… this mental problem that didn’t seem to go away.
She crawled down the naked man’s body, feeling his chest rise and fall as she straddled his stomach, a knife between her teeth, and she reached her hand down to fondle him almost lovingly. She waited for his length to harden just a little bit before placing the knife under his testicles and yanking upward, pleasuring at the scream that sounded the room, feeling sick that she did at the same time.
“You bitch,” he yelled, trying to grab her.
She scrambled away from him, his bits in her hand. He held where his privates should have been, tears streaming shamelessly down his face.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Because she truly was, she was sorry that she had to do this, sorry that her victims had to go through such pain because of one man that made her hate them all. She clutched the bits to her chest, and walked out of the seedy motel room, leaving Adrian to bleed to death.
She put the man’s privates in a jar to keep them preserved, then cast a spell on it to keep the blood that surrounded it from crusting and becoming dry. She cleaned off her hands before burying her face in them as she started to sob. She now had one shelf full of man parts, different sizes, different lengths, but all in a hardened state to remind her why she hated men. She sighed, wiping away her tears.
She changed her clothes, taking any blood away by magic and did the same to her hands. She shuddered when she looked at the jars again. God, she hated seeing them, but they were there to remind her.
Harry frowned, turning to the new Auror beside him, eagerly waiting to give him reports on the body.
“Adrian Pucey,” the young man said as soon as Harry had turned his way. “Twenty nine years old, unmarried.”
“I know who he is,” Harry replied tersely, making the new Auror jump. “The condition of death?”
“A death no man wants to have. Bleeding to death from his dick and balls being cut off.”
Harry scowled. “This is the fifteenth one,” he said. “No leads whatsoever.”
“Maybe she got careless, Mr. Potter?”
Harry’s eyebrows rose. “How do you know the killer is a ‘she’, Lesingly?”
“It was well known that Pucey is---was---completely heterosexual in all sense of the word.”
“Look for fingerprints,” Harry commanded. “On the body and the room. Also, look for blood that isn’t Pucey’s, she might have nicked herself without knowing.”
Lesingly nodded and turned away to repeat and follow the instructions given.
Title: Parts
Rating: R
Summary: She clenched her teeth, hating this obsession she had… this mental problem that didn’t seem to go away.
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Prompt: My Choice
Prompts Complete: 14/50 (lions_serpents)
Words: 531
Disclaimer: Guess what? I own nothing…
Status: Work In Progress
Clean. Simple.
If she thought about it though, the job wasn’t so clean, nor so simple. She hated how she’d become this way, hated who’d driven her into this line of work, that wasn’t really work but more like a collection.
It was hard to get close to the men she decided to make her prey. It didn’t matter if they were married, engaged, or if they preferred to have whores do their bidding---she got the job done.
She clenched her teeth, hating this obsession she had… this mental problem that didn’t seem to go away.
She crawled down the naked man’s body, feeling his chest rise and fall as she straddled his stomach, a knife between her teeth, and she reached her hand down to fondle him almost lovingly. She waited for his length to harden just a little bit before placing the knife under his testicles and yanking upward, pleasuring at the scream that sounded the room, feeling sick that she did at the same time.
“You bitch,” he yelled, trying to grab her.
She scrambled away from him, his bits in her hand. He held where his privates should have been, tears streaming shamelessly down his face.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Because she truly was, she was sorry that she had to do this, sorry that her victims had to go through such pain because of one man that made her hate them all. She clutched the bits to her chest, and walked out of the seedy motel room, leaving Adrian to bleed to death.
She put the man’s privates in a jar to keep them preserved, then cast a spell on it to keep the blood that surrounded it from crusting and becoming dry. She cleaned off her hands before burying her face in them as she started to sob. She now had one shelf full of man parts, different sizes, different lengths, but all in a hardened state to remind her why she hated men. She sighed, wiping away her tears.
She changed her clothes, taking any blood away by magic and did the same to her hands. She shuddered when she looked at the jars again. God, she hated seeing them, but they were there to remind her.
Harry frowned, turning to the new Auror beside him, eagerly waiting to give him reports on the body.
“Adrian Pucey,” the young man said as soon as Harry had turned his way. “Twenty nine years old, unmarried.”
“I know who he is,” Harry replied tersely, making the new Auror jump. “The condition of death?”
“A death no man wants to have. Bleeding to death from his dick and balls being cut off.”
Harry scowled. “This is the fifteenth one,” he said. “No leads whatsoever.”
“Maybe she got careless, Mr. Potter?”
Harry’s eyebrows rose. “How do you know the killer is a ‘she’, Lesingly?”
“It was well known that Pucey is---was---completely heterosexual in all sense of the word.”
“Look for fingerprints,” Harry commanded. “On the body and the room. Also, look for blood that isn’t Pucey’s, she might have nicked herself without knowing.”
Lesingly nodded and turned away to repeat and follow the instructions given.