DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains some violence and other (insinuated) horrible acts. If this bothers you in any way, please don't read it. Instead, I'll be glad to summarize it for you. Ginny fights with herself about wanting to kill Draco, and is forced to watch while her brother is tortured. And just as these characters are not mine, neither is this story line (Ginny in prison under Draco). It comes from my favorite D/G story which I read and wanted to know more about.
THANKS: to all my beautiful and stunning reviewers! I hope this chapter explains Ginny's submissiveness a bit more.
Chapter 3 - Broken
When Ginny awoke, the room was nearly dark. The only light was a small flickering candle on the edge of Draco's desk. She sat up and glanced around, spotting Draco, asleep in his chair. Silently, she edged out of the bed and crept towards him. Maybe, if he had fallen asleep in his chair, his wand would still be in his pocket, and maybe, just maybe, if she was careful, she could retrieve it. Her blood pounded fiercely in her ears and against her eyes making her see red, a murderous, rage filled red that matched her hate for Draco Malfoy. Oh how she hated him; she hated him enough to kill him, and that was exactly what she planned on doing when she retrieved his wand. For two weeks he had forced her to do every disgusting chore imaginable, but yet, he hadn't touched her except earlier that day. He had forced her to watch the hideous, painfully torturous execution of Pansy Parkinson, to watch as Lavender Brown had Crucio put on her again and again, to watch as Luna was slapped and physically beaten, time and time again. She hated Draco Malfoy will every ounce of her being.
She crept across the floor, her bare feet not making a sound, and knelt in front of Draco. Slowly, carefully, she stretched her hand forward, keeping her eyes on his face. His arm was resting across the pocket of his robe, but she was certain if she could get her fingers there, she could get the wand. He's saving you, an unwelcome voice whispered in the back of Ginny's mind. You're alive only because of him. You haven't been touched, only because of him. You know the rumors about this prison camp, and yet, you seem unscathed. "I don't care," Ginny though fiercely. "I want him dead."
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Draco hissed, his eyes flying open.
"I, I wanted to wake you, Master," she whispered. "You should sleep in your bed."
He grabbed her wrists and yanked her closer, his eyes digging into her flesh as she bowed her head.
"You shouldn't sleep in your chair," she told him, her voice low with fear. Dear Merlin, she did not want to get hit again. It was nearly worth it to give in to him than to have such violent pain inflicted on her.
Draco shoved her away and stood up. "You are the one who should get some sleep, little Weasley. The morning will be here soon."
Ginny watched him as he crossed the room. "What will happen tomorrow, Master?"
He ignored her and pulled a pillow and thin blanket off his bed. "Here."
Ginny accepted them willingly, and wrapped herself at the end of his bed, dreading the morning.
The morning came all too soon, and with just a half piece of toast in her stomach, Ginny found herself being pushed down the corridor by Draco. He was silent, not even looking at her, and Ginny began to fear the worst. He pushed her into a small room with one tall table.
"This is for your own good," Draco muttered, raising his wand. "Silencio."
The door opened again, and in came Draco's father, using his wand to prod a masked prisoner. "Hello, little one," he greeted her with a wicked smile. He shoved his prisoner into the room, where the he hit the table and fell backwards. "Restrain her," he told his son.
Mr. Malfoy reached down and yanked the hood off his prisoner. "Say hello to your sister."
"Ginny!" Percy's hands were tied behind his back, but he struggled to his feet. "You're alive. We thought, we thought you-"
"Cruccio!" Mr. Malfoy said fiercely.
Percy hit the floor and began screaming, his body thrashing in pain.
Ginny tried to scream, but no sound left her lips. She turned and hid her face in her hands, sobbing silently. She wanted to kill Draco and Lucius Malfoy. Without a doubt, she wanted them dead.
"Let her speak," his father commanded with a tight smile. "See if she'll talk now."
With a flick of his wand, the screams burst from her mouth. "Please stop! Don't do this to him! He's not part of the Order!"
"Where are they?" Draco demanded, grabbing her and forcing her to look at Percy's limp form. "Where?"
"I don't know," she sobbed. "I would have told you if I did."
"She's lying," Lucius barked.
"I'm not," she repeated, struggling to break free of Draco's grip. "I don't know!"
Furious, Lucius snapped his wand up and down, flinging Percy's limp body off the floor and slamming it back down. "If you are so worthless," he hissed, "why are you still alive?"
Percy's arm lolled unnaturally beside his body and when he opened his mouth, a bloody moan gurgled out.
"Stop, please stop!" she began again, her stomach clenching tighter at the sight of her brother's mangled body. She couldn't bear to look at him anymore, and with no where to go, she turned and buried her face in Draco's chest, weeping and shaking uncontrollably.
Draco stood still, staring down at the top of her red head before shoving her away.
Lucius looked at her in disgust and motioned for Draco to follow him out of the room. Ginny dashed to her brother and cradled his head in her lap. "Percy? Answer me!"
"We thought you were dead," he whispered, blood trickling from his mouth as he spoke. "We had found the bodies of everyone else who was with you that day, but not yours."
Ginny flinched at his words. She had been with Colin, Zoë, Hannah, and several of her dearest friends from Hogwarts. "All of them?"
He nodded painfully. "I'm sorry. But you're okay."
"Yeah," she told him. "I don't have it so bad here. Mast-, I mean, Draco keeps me out of the dungeons and away from the other guards."
"But what does he do to you?"
"Nothing, Percy. Nothing, I swear." She leaned down to kiss his forehead, shocked at her own defense of Draco. It's true, a nasty voice in her head reminded you. You could be as dead as Pansy or as defiled as Luna, but you're not, are you?
"You have to get out," Percy told her urgently. "You can't stay here. No one has gotten out of here alive."
"I know," she nodded. "I'll think of something."
"You don't understand," Percy began as the door flew open.
Draco grabbed her by the front of the dirty robe she was wearing and pushed her onto the table top. His father kicked Percy in the side and ordered, "Get up, boy."
Percy slowly stood to his feet and stared him defiantly in the eyes. "Nothing you can do to me will make her talk. She doesn't know anything."
"Then let's see if you'll talk," Lucius hissed, nodding at Draco.
Draco flicked his wand and bound Percy's ankles. He pushed Ginny onto her back and slid her down until her legs hung off the table. "Is this what you want?" Draco growled at Percy, his face contorted with rage. "You want us to take your sister again and again until she cannot stand or sit or think?"
Ginny frantically sat up and reached out, slapping Draco on the face.
"Control her," his father demanded through clenched teeth.
Draco grabbed her hand and shoved it into the front of his pants. "Tell your brother to talk."
Ginny couldn't answer; her words and breath had stopped in her throat. Underneath her hand, the hard erection she had feared was not there.
Draco shoved her back down and reached his hand under the skirt of her robe. Her eye's widened in pain and she gasped in terror, but not because his hand entered her, but instead he had fiercely pinched her inner tight.
"Stop," Percy screamed. "Stop it!"
Draco continued to pinch her again and again, his fist violently colliding with her soft flesh until she was sobbing openly on the table, her arms bound above her head.
"Now take her," his father commanded loudly, over Percy's shouts and screams.
Draco glared down at the still crying Ginny and began to undo his trousers.
"Stop," Percy begged again, breaking down. "I'll tell you what I know. I'll tell you."
Draco froze halfway through undoing the front of his pants and stared at Percy, then his father.
"Go on boy, what are you waiting for," Lucius raged. "Take what is yours!"
"No need, no need," a voice sang out as the door opened and Draco's Aunt Bellatrix entered the room. "Very good work," she announced, smiling down at Draco. "Now go take this little Weasley slut and celebrate your excellent contribution to our Dark Lord's efforts."
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