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My Twisted Sick Obsession
WARNING: This is intended to be mature and fictional content that contains graphic material of certain kinks and fetishes. Do not read if you might be triggered or offended towards sexual proclivities of a forceful nature or psychologically distressing.
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CHAPTER ONE
September came cold and moody, but with it's stark chill came a great joy of warmth spreading from Merula's stomach muscles all the way up to her face. The fluttery feeling of tight giddiness simmered in her like a low heat left to keep a kettle hot. She blushed. September means School is about to begin, a chance to return to a world of knowledge and learning. So much of it still left to explore and discover, and yet a new unprecedented frontier took the center stage of Merula's focus. The only thing that seemed to take up occupancy in Merula's mind these days was rather strange yet delightful thoughts of a girl. She dreamed of the delicate slinder bow of the girl's legs, the sloped arch in her back that pushes a budding chest of developing breasts forward, and her lips.
She thought a lot about her lips and the twists and turns they make from pleasure to pain. How the girl looked when she smiled or laughed, which left Merula feeling warm. Puberty had seeped it's way into the young Slytherin's body over the Summer before her 5th year at hogwarts, and now she was tortured with the sweet ache of sexual desires. Surprisingly, desires for someone she thought she hated with all her being; someone who drove her crazy and left her exasperated. Yet, she couldn't stop thinking about her. She wanted to twist that smug grin off the stupid girl's face and smash it in with all her resentment. She wanted her to hurt, much like she herself did. Maybe if the girl learned pain, then she could understand Merula. Then they would be equals.
Merula's day dreaming was suddenly interrupted with the wave of her Aunt's boney hand.
"Rula! Rula! Get your dense head out the fucking clouds and finish your dinner. I will not have the elves prepare you anything else tonight, they've been bothered enough by you." Merula's Aunt, Edithe, snapped at the angsty teen. She had long frizzy black hair with dark makeup much like Merula's, yet her face was worn from age and bitterness. She lit a cigarette and breathed smoke above the dinner table set with exquisite food of the finest. Merula scowled from being disturbed from her pleasant thoughts just to be brought back to this shitty depressing reality.
"I'm not hungry." Merula muttered. Aunt Edithe mirrored Merula's scowl.
"You are also ungrateful. Fine, go to your room then. I could use a break from such dismal company." Aunt Edithe spat before taking another drag from her cigarette. Soon elves surrounded the table and began removing the untouched food to take away to the kitchen. Merula watched them in frustration. She felt powerless to her Aunt and wished to make someone else feel that way too, to understand her. She knocked her goblet of juice over and let it spill out onto the floor spitefully.
"You little twat! How clumsy must you be?" Aunt Edithe shouted as she jerked out of her chair. She reached over and snatched Merula's arm just as the young girl went to make a run for it. She slapped her across the face with a swift motion. Merula's eyes began to swell up with hot tears as her cheek stinged with the pain and humiliation.
"You only take up for those stupid elves because they listen to you ramble all day! No one else could bare to be around you for so long!" Merula screamed at her with tears flowing down her red cheeks. She covered her face and began to run upstairs to her room as the elves cleaned the juice off the hard wooden floor. Aunt Edithe sighed and returned to her seat at the table just as one elf aproached her with a glass of Brandy. She grabbed it delicately and began to sip it slowly.
"Such a troublesome girl to curse this house. I apologize for her rudeness." Aunt Edithe said to the elves, feeling more of an attachment to them than rather her own niece.
Upstairs, Merula sobbed into her pillow with her heart pounding in her ears as it mixed with the music pouring out of her headphones. She had inserted one of her favorite cassettes into her Walkman Radio, one of Lydia Lunch, and was listening to the song Mechanical Flattery.
Soon, the dark and angsty sounds soothed her emotionally turbulent soul. She rolled over onto her back and began to sniff and breath in broken choked breath as she cried.
She traced the objects around her room with her glazed eyes. Aligned with the wall directly across the room from her bed was a 1974 Minimoog that had belonged to her father. He played it and her mother would sing, and before long, they had taught Merula how to do the same. She could play the synthesizer along with regular pianos, and she could sing like a fallen angel. As much as her Aunt Edithe detest Merula, even she admitted the girl had a lovely voice. Yet she expected Merula to only sing and play music alone in her room, away from her. Merula would keep herself in practice so she could be ready for the Frog Choir when she returned to Hogwarts.
Suddenly Merula gasped. The thought occured to her that the girl who had been plaguing her mind had watched her sing along with all the other students. That beautiful, annoying……
Rose Lockwood.