I N N O C E N T

Heart

"So you're saying to me that being a sadist is completely normal?" I asked as I leaned forward, still not understanding.

"Of course! Many people have that fetish." Albus said for the thousandth time that day. What!? Well those people were insane. They had to be.

"Normal is the average. And that would mean most people would have this fetish, but they don't. So your argument is invalid." I crossed my arms as he rolled his eyes.

He sighed, pausing Doctor Who and facing me. "You really don't understand, do you?" He asked, his head tilting in the cutest way ever. I did want to hurt him - the same way I didn't. "Fine," he got up and turned off the tv. "I'll show you."

He got his sewing kit. Why would he need that? All he ever did with that was make clothes for my figurines.

THEY WERE FIGURINES NOT DOLLS SHUT UP.

He got out the needle and a spool of red thread. My breath hitched as he took of his shirt. "Oh please," he began, smirking in my direction. "I haven't even got to what I wanted to do yet. And what I'm going to do is what gives me pleasure - and I'm the one who's probably the one who's gonna do something weirder." He chuckled.

He threaded the needle. He looked at his reflection in the tv.

He started sewing.

He started sewing into his chest. I was about to get up to stop him before I saw the look he had on his face.

And by God was it hot. It was really hot. And he looked as if he was enjoying himself sooooooo........ I let him. I know any other person would probably be disturbed by the sight of red blood dripping out of all the puncture points but.... I liked it.

I couldn't deny the hard-on I had. And I could tell we were both in the same boat. But..... I had no idea what this had to do with how I like inflicting pain onto others.

I guess he was showing me he wanted it. Which I would happily oblige by now. Maybe that's why he had so many tattoos.

I was too clouded in my mind to realize what he had sewn on his chest. It was really good, as he could only use his reflection.

It was a heart. A heart over his heart. And I was hoping that heart was mine.