Cannibals.

Jamie had been the guest of honor in Felix's house of horrors for almost two months now. This was life for her and it sometimes seemed hard to remember what it had been like before she had been made to wear a dog collar and live in a crowded cage. At the beginning she had been tortured often and for relatively short periods of time. It had been like Felix just needed his fix of gore before he could move of with his life and let her be. But things had started to change, faster and faster as time went on. Now she didn't see him nearly as much and he left the house for what felt like long periods of time. When he would return each 'session' became increasingly more painful and longer. Jamie had long ago forgotten her original will not to scream. He seemed to like it when she screamed and it was finished more quickly. But for the life of her she couldn't see what he wanted her for beyond personal amusement. She gave him what he wanted in every aspect of the sense, unwillingly at first but more easily every time. Each time she saw him her resolve was completely shattered.. Some days she wished for death. But then each night she would slowly rebuild herself, brick by brick, until her soul began to resemble a humans again. 

Felix's behavior had been changing too. By now Jamie's first thoughts of Felix having something deeper within him had been multiplied and warped, now leaving her with the intense belief that she was in the presence of two men, and only one of them was evil. He had good days and bad days. On the very best of days he treated her almost like a normal person who was a guest in his house. They would talk (well, Jamie talked mostly, but Felix was a good listener) and even occasionally laugh together. This calm Felix had become a refuge for Jamie in this place of hatred. But Good Felix didn't last very long. A day at very longest, a hour, half hour, a couple minutes. Or maybe even just a flicker in the back of his eyes. But for however long she got him, Good Felix had become her rock in this upside down world. She craved being around him and found herself miserable when she was not. Unfortunately, Bad Felix was around much more often. He was angrier than he had been when he first picked her up. If possible also more violent, like he was determined to make her completely break. She hated this Felix almost as much as she longed for the other one. 

It must be nighttime. She had already eaten her small dinner and had settled down on the micro thin sheet that had been provided for her. She had her back to the doorway and wall of weapons and her arm curled under her head like a pillow. Laying there she could almost forget her body was branded and covered with scars. She could almost forget the way he had kissed her so softly. So could almost forget the hungry way she had kissed him back. She pretended she was home. Bills needed to be paid, Prim needed to be fed, plans needed to be canceled. But at least she was home. Jamie probably looked peaceful like this, her hair falling gently down her back and chest slowly rising and falling. Inside she was broken again. Time to start rebuilding.. again. 

Felix could feel all of the emotions burning within him. He had a lot to do, a lot to do, and he didn't know how to do it. Jamie was there, and he was slowly coming to realize that he loved her. Not just as his pet.. oh no, he loved her as a person. Their time spent talking when he was in a good mood, the feel of her skin as they made love. He hated himself in the times when he got pissed, and that was the majority of the time.

She was like his punching bag, that he occasionally made love to. He loved her, and it pissed him off that he loved her. He shouldn't fall in love with the things he hurt. It didn't work like that! So why were these feelings bouncing around inside of him? It pissed him off even more. Felix didn't know what kind of mood he was in at that point, he walked into the main room, his eyes going to the door that led to her room. He pushed himself away from it though, made himself a drink in the kitchen and glared into the sink for a long moment.

"Dammit.." He set his drink down and went to her door, listening for a moment at it, listening to the silence, before sighing and cracking the door carefully. He could barely see her inside her cell, resting on the ground. He couldn't tell from where she was if she was awake or not, but he loved the way she looked, laying there, defeated, and yet... he had tortured her the other night, and so she must be tired... he felt bad, he hated himself for it, but he couldn't help it.. her screams were delicious.

Felix slid into the room, and shut the door behind him, being quiet.

Slowly, he walked over to her and opened the cage door, bending down and getting into the cell with her, he lifted her up gently and set her head on his lap, stroking her hair gently. "Hello dear." he smiled down at her.

He was so quiet when he came in that she didn't hear him until the latches of her cage squeaked and gave him away. At first this annoyed her.. She had been on the brink of falling into the peacefully oasis of sleep only to be held back from her comfort for awhile longer. She couldn't really tell which Felix was visiting her so late at night but her brain was still so slow and foggy from being almost asleep that she didn't really bother to think about it. She felt her head get brought up to rest in his lap and she mumbled some sort of greeting sleepily. Without thinking she stretched a little, snuggling her still half asleep body closer to him. She sighed softly at the comfort of his closeness. This was her Felix. Reaching up like a child she found his arm with one hand and stroked it softly. In her sleepy state she didn't have the time to worry about the consequences of her actions so she just did was she pleased. And what she wanted was to be close to him. "Felix." she mumbled softly, as if a whisper. 

And like this, in this moment there really was no question. Jamie loved Felix. She wanted him in the most innocent way possible. His presence comforted her and made her feel irrationally safe. But her brain was smarter than her heart and she was waking most quickly now, despite the soothing strokes of her hair. She mumbled sleepily, "It's late. Is something wrong?" She hoped not. That would be so sad. And possibly dangerous. What if her Felix disappeared and was replaced by the other Felix? The Felix who she hated with every fiber of her being. Holding on to the thought of other Felix she was able to pull herself even further out of sleep, nearing full consciousness. 

Felix looked down at her as she snuggled closer into his lap, looking content and at peace. She really was beautiful, and almost graceful in her sleepy movements. His eyes roamed over her body, following her curves with his gaze, his hand reached down and cupped her breast gently, trying not to wake her too much, just wanting to feel her, feel her womanhood in the darkness of the night. "Merlin.. you are so beautiful.." He whispered, gently running his thumb over her sensitive area on her breast, before just sitting there, gently running his fingers over the nub.

"Nothing is wrong.. don't move." He whispered, stroking her hair, watching her figure in the darkness. He gently massaged her breast, moving his fingers over her breastbone, and reaching down, slowly pulling her up into a sitting position as he moved his lips to hers, and kissed her gently, pushing her against the wall, knowing that there was a hook behind her on the wall, and it would dig into her back as he pushed against her. "You are so beautiful." He whispered against her lips, running his lips down her chin and onto her neck, gently sucking at the skin, biting every now and then, drawing a hickey out on her skin.

With a soft sigh she felt a softness of her touch against the smooth skin on her chest. She let his gentle movements carry her, tired and unweary into a kinder place. Then she was being lifted off her laying position and brought up to his lips, which she gentle leaned into and kissed out of habit and reflex. No, there was absolutely nothing wrong. He had said so and it must be true. It certainly didn't feel wrong. She was pressed against the wall and she could feel something jabbing her in the back. It was uncomfortable but hardly worth paying attention to. She was mostly awake now, only the littlest bit of grogginess still clouding her vision and judgement. As his kisses traveled down her neck she let out a soft moan of happiness. "Felix" she breathed softly again, haunted by his words. Beautiful. So beautiful. 

Her hands, which had been resting on his back, now traveled down until they reached the base of his shirt. Sliding underneath, she felt the warm skin of his back. Why did she have to want him so badly? It wasn't like she didn't realize how terribly awful the situation looked from an outside perspective. It looked wrong and impossible and like Jamie probably had a mental illness of some kind. But they weren't here and they didn't understand. They didn't know her Felix. She saw the good in him even when it wasn't there. 

Felix could feel her moving against him, he knew he had her, he knew she was his. She couldn't leave him if she wanted to, which is how he liked it. She was his forever, and even if he didn't have her, she'd still be his. He'd make sure of it.

"Jamie.." he whispered after she spoke his name, and kissed her harder, bringing the hickey out fully against her neck, biting and sucking, bringing the blood to the surface of her skin, before moving down her body, pulling her shirt down without hesitation and bringing his lips to her bare skin of her chest, kissing and licking it, before moving to the other side, kissing and licking that side as well.

"Take my shirt off." He growled against her skin, biting down on it briefly before moving back so that she could do as he commanded. His arms held out so that she could do it in any way she pleased, even with the chain that connected her to the wall, chained within her own cage, chained like an animal forced to do her masters bidding, but she did it willingly, because she loved him.

Jamie threw her head back, letting desires build within her at an alarmingly fast rate. The feelings swelled and moved inside her, leaving a trail of tingling fire where they touched inside her. "With pleasure." she growled in response. Jamie half tore the fabric from his skin and couldn't find it within herself to really care how much the motion would be twisting and tugging Felix's arms in uncomfortable ways. They both burned in this fire. More lust than love, and eventually she would take an eye for an eye. Someday revenge would be sweet. But now? This insanity was sweeter. 

Jamie let her tongue trace the defined lines of his chest until she pulled back up to his lips. They pressed together firmly and their tongues danced. She was certainly awake now with her body on fire. A soft moan escaped from between their clasped lips and Jamie spun the pair around, slamming Felix into the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she ground herself across his crotch and upper legs a couple times. Almost better than sex, Jamie couldn't help but enjoy the fact that there was one place that she was allowed to be rough with Felix. She could occasionally take charge of the situation.. At least for awhile. 

Felix couldn't help but be amused by her wildness today. She certainly was wanting him, pretty bad too by the looks of it. When he got slammed up against the wall however, he got a little annoyed. She was HIS plaything, he wasn't hers, but he couldn't deny that her motions were turning him on even more, as she ground against him, bringing forth his desires. Felix knew all he had to do was make one motion to stop her and she would, at least she better, if she didn't want an angry Felix.

Felix watched her calmly, watching her breasts move in front of his face, every so often leaning forward to suck on one, or reaching out to grab hold of it, running his hand across the sensitive nipple there before sitting back to enjoy her attentions.

"Take my pants off Jamie, only my pants." He said softly, his eyes watching her move, knowing she would, and moving into a more comfortable position up against the wall, lifting his hips just slightly so she could get his pants off. He'd let her do the work, he'd command her, and she would do what he wanted her to do, that's how it would work today.

Much like a child, Jamie always found the most satisfaction in doing the exact opposite of what she was told to do. But in Felix's case she found it better to just listen. It wasn't submissive. It was just self preservation. So she followed his directions begrudgingly. Like she always did. And somehow that burned more anger in her heart than any sort of torture ever could. But the anger tasted sweet in her mouth, fueling her body and feeding her soul. The man who was trying to break her was empowering her more than anyone else. 


After, Jamie felt the sleepiness of earlier creep back up on her. The pair lay side by side, no part of them touching, and she had her eyes closed as she let herself indulge in this moment of happy silence. "Felix?" Jamie whispered, her voice soft and amazingly kind. "Can I tell you a story? I promise it doesn't have a happy ending." Jamie heard him give his consent. She smiled and opened her eyes. There was a long pause before she began. "Once upon a time there was a princess. She was so rich and so beautiful that there were legends told of her. People said her hair was made of gold and her eyes let you see out into the ocean. Like any princess she was a bit spoiled. She knew how beautiful and wealthy she was and was sure she was already the queen of the world." A pause. "But the princesses parents knew how truly naive their beautiful daughter was so they locked her in a tower far, far away. Iceland, actually. This would have bothered the princess but she was so distracted by her clothes and parties and spoiled friends that she didn't even realize she was trapped." Jamie would have checked to see if Felix cared about what she was saying but it wasn't really for him anymore. Not really. 

"Then one day she met a prince. And he was everything a prince should be.. Strong, handsome, kind and loving. She loved him with all her little heart. So she gave him her most precious gift, and he took it and kept it safe. But the prince was very important and from a good family so he had to travel often and when he was away the foolish princess got very bored and lonely in her tower. But the next man who came along and made her smile wasn't a prince at all. No. He was a farmer. But he was oh so charming and the little whore couldn't help herself." A bitterness had entered Jamies voice and she paused for a moment. When she began again it had disappeared, replaced by an emptiness. "When her prince found out what she had done he broke off their engagement and left her without another word. And when she went crying to her farmer he laughed and called her out for being the slut that she was." Jamie shook her head slowly. "It was that day that she swore never to love anyone, prince or pauper, again."

"As for the ending.. She's dead now. That poor little princess no longer exists." 

Jamie stopped talking. She was bored of her own voice and assumed Felix must feel the same. The tale held so much more emotion for her than it would him. How could you capture the luxury prison of her old life, the perfection of James Potter, or the skillful seduction of Elijah Krum into a children's fairytale. He couldn't possibly understand all of it. But he must be able to tell exactly how personal it was to her. The silence in the air was okay with Jamie and she turned on her side, closing her eyes to welcome the coming of sleep. She didn't really care what Felix did anymore. Long burried feelings were resurfacing and she needed time to process.