Lunatic (English Translation)

Chapter 2

Pain sometimes becomes beautiful, when you're spending all your life in darkness you don't feel anything . But the pain of being prisoned to someone's eyes, being stuck looking at someone's eyes, make you feel the breeze, feel the sea. Feeling the wind's symphony around the willow trees, but for Harry, it was years that feeling of pain was getting lighter, more blurrier. 

Sometimes you lose something, so faint and quietly that you don't even realize it was there to begin with. Harry's feelings have been drowning so quietly in the smell of blood and death around him that he never felt the sensation leaving his body. 

Yes... it was like that, the story of how he easily lost everything. It felt so ordinary that no one ever noticed it was his soul leaving his body, his entire being. No one noticed, not even himself. 

He gently picked the piece of meat with his fork and brought it up to his face, looking at the warm and cooked steak. He felt the delicious taste seconds latter in his mouth. 

He raised his glass, filled with a sweet red wine and tapped on the glass. Harry turned the glass towards Elliot and cocked his head. He cheered to Elliot with a smile and drank but the poor boy just sighed lifelessly and tried to move his fingers so blood could move better inside his veins but he couldn't feel anything above his ankles, everything was sinking in an ecstasy of pain. 

His legs were cold and his heart barely kept beating and sometimes his only wish was death, a dream so long ago long in one of the long night of his torture. A dream as big as his pain, a dark eternity. He closed his eyes but Harry's voice forced him to consciousness. 

"Tell me El... what was your favourite food?"

Harry gave a small chuckle when the poor guy opened his lips but couldn't respond, not even with one word. He tried to say something but his lips aimlessly opened and closed, only making unclear noises.

Harry stuck out his bottom lip with a pretend sadness and said: "Elliot... I want you to talk to me. And when you act like this... I .... get... really....angry"

He slowly murmured the last sentence and turned around the fork in his hand, his every single word spreading horror to El. To his trembling lifeless body.    

Harry looked at the little bits of meat on his fork. When he turned his back to Elliot and heard him taking a sigh of relief,  in the last second hr turned back and stuck the fork on his side. Harry felt the drops of blood being sprayed on his cheek. 

"Very angry Elliot"

He said and plunged the fork deeper in, while his soul was feeding on the endless screams of the boy. Elliot with pain and agony sobbed and hit his head hard on the wood behind him. A plea to lessen his pain. 'He couldn't take it anymore and his tears started dropping down his cheek. 

He was shaking under Harry's hands and pulling his head back to escape the pain, when Harry pulled out the fork out his body, the bits of the raw flesh and muscle fibers along with some skin and blood from Elliot's body came out with the fork. It was the most disgusting and horrifying scene but Harry smiled quietly at the sight of it.  

"Wow you look delicious Elliot" 

Harry murmured in his ears. He gifted his lips and his warm breaths to Elliot's cold and scared mind. 

"What is your favourite food Elli?"

Harry repeated and brought his forehead to Elliot's. His big hands cupped the poor boy's small face, pulling his lips on the Elliot's trembling lips, and kissed him slowly and wetted his dried lips. He turned his tongue in Elliot's mouth and kissed him harder.