A/N: So, this is my first time, actually aiming for torture and slavery, so I have no idea how it's going to end up! All I can do is hope. I love reviews. I love positive reviews, but what I love more, is constructive reviews. I will completely discard any that say "This is so awful." If you tell me WHY on the other hand, I will take that into great consideration!

Summary: The slave trade is back in the wizarding world. Instead of muggles or house-elves, like while under the Ministry's reign many years ago, now we're under Voldemort's reign, and he insists upon muggleborns and blood-traitors only. If you know this world, you know that his word is law. I was sold today. My name is Ginny Weasley, and this is my story...

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. It all belongs to the imaginative JK Rowling. Also, the title belongs to AFI, as I am terribly uncreative, and this fit so well.

I was at an auction. No, not for furniture, not for house-elves. No, nothing of the sort. Instead, they were auctioning humans. Not muggles, for they were filthy, and while there was some humiliation out of that, Voldemort didn't approve. You might not know yet, but Voldemort's word is law now. They were auctioning wizards, the kind Voldemort didn't approve of. Muggleborns, and like myself, blood-traitors. Sometimes, instead of killing them, he made the exception of Order members. Unfortunately for me, I happened to be two out of the three, making me a prime target. Also, all slaves were women, probably because Voldemort was a sexist pig. Also, because the only wizards buying were men.

So, I was sitting in the crowd, - you believed me didn't you? No, I wasn't in the crowd. I was two people away from being in the spotlight, shackled and for sale.

"You guys go! Have a fun time. I'll be fine! Remember, I'm a size five for robes! And my list is already in your purse mum. Stop worrying and be safe." I kissed my mother on the cheek.

"Lock the doors, Floo is ready to go, in case of an emergency, and we love you."

"Bye mum."

"Bye Hun! C'mon you crowd. Out, out, out!"

I watched them disappear around the corner. I busied myself with cleaning the house. I started upstairs, and worked my way down, my wand in my back pocket. I don't care what Moody said, no way was I going to be dumb enough to blow my buttocks off.

I was working in the kitchen when I heard the pop. I ran to the window.

Death Eater. I ran for a notepad.

Mum, Dad,

When you get this, get out as quickly as possible. They'll be back. I fought hard, and love you guys to shatters.

Love Gin.

Then, I hid it in our secret place, so they couldn't manipulate it. I knew I wasn't going to win, but I wasn't going down without a fight. I grabbed my wand, and ran to the back door.

Almost there. Just have to get there. I thought. I almost made it, but it blew open. I couldn't go out-they blocked all entrances. Couldn't go down, the only way was up. So I ran up and up, until I was out of breath, and hit the top. I looked up, to see the trapdoor to the roof. I pulled it down, and jumped. Thank god I had arm muscle to pull me up. I closed the door, and crawled to the edge of the roof.

There wasn't ten, not twenty, but about thirty Death Eaters surrounding the premises. And that wasn't even counting the ones that were in the house.

I heard a shout, and then scrambling, getting closer. A couple minutes later, the trapdoor blew open, and about ten Death Eaters stepped onto the roof and in view. I stood up, out from under the ledge. I was now in full view of all the Death Eaters.

I raised my wand.

"You need something?" I asked, feeling brave, but my knees still buckled.

"Where's your family blood-traitor. And better yet, Mister Potter."

"Not here."

"We realize that." I simply stared at them.

"Then why would you have to ask. If they are not here, I have no idea where they are."

"You're words are dirty lies, and we know it. One more chance, Blood-traitor: Where are they?"

"Not here, therefore I have no idea."

"Crucio." I fell to the ground, writhing in pain, but not a sound escaped my lips. I felt the relief a couple minutes later. "Did that loosen your tongue?"

"Yes." I gasped.

"Then where are they?" I smiled.

"Not here."

"Fine. Where is the Order's hiding place?"

"No idea."

"Who's in the Order?" He was getting frustrated.

"Myself."

"Who else?"

"Don't know."

"Someone kill her for the Dark Lord's sake!" Someone shouted.

"Expelliar-" My wand was kicked from my hand.

"Don't even think about it." Someone breathed in my ear. It was female, and she held my neck back using my hair, and her wand at my throat.

"Bellatrix" I breathed. "Long time no see, hmm?"

"Yes, as I remember, I killed my dear old cousin. Put quite a toll on your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Mhmm? We'll see how long it takes him to play hero. We'll torture you, put it in the papers. He'll see and come running, won't he." She knew, therefore stated it.

"He won't. Don't fool yourSELF" I yelled twisting her grip, and running for my wand. Someone was in front of me in a second, stepping on my wand.

"Make another move towards it, and it snaps in two. Got it?" It was Lucius, and he pushed me against the edge with his wand. I considered jumping. It would kill me, but then Harry would know he couldn't come to my rescue. I'd be dead. It was a reassuring thought.

"Don't even think of it."

"So, I'm betting you left the house in a right state?"

"I don't know why you care."

"Tell me."

"Yes, we did," Bellatrix laughed.

"You're screwed. Mum's going to have your head," I sung happily, that not being the real reason. Knowing that if mum saw that, she'd go straight for the note. I turned and jumped quickly, blacking out a second later.

I wake up awhile later, in only skimpy underwear, and shackled.

"C'mon princess, you're up soon." Said someone I'd never met, and she dragged me out.

I came back to the future, just in time for someone to shove me into the spotlight. I kept my head high, although thoroughly embarrassed that I was being put on display like this. The announcer made my introduction.

"Name: Ginny Weasley, slave 0169. Blood-Traitor. Pureblood, and an Order member. Female, seventeen, five feet six inches, flaming red hair, not yet broken. First time around. Let's start the bidding at 100 galleons, shall we?"

I heard someone shout one fifty, and then two hundred, and it went up and up to about two thousand galleons.

I was about to go for two thousand galleons, when someone shouted five thousand galleons. I shuddered at the thought of who would want me that much. I was sold for five thousand galleons, and ushered to the side, so some other poor person would be sold. I was terrified at the thought of someone who wanted me so bad; they paid five thousand for a slave. I knew what was coming ahead wouldn't be pleasant.

I was blindfolded, and marched away, my owner pushing me forward. I felt like crying, like many of those girls behind the curtain were. They knew what was coming. Many of them had bruises on their bodies, from their old masters.

When backstage, I asked a girl about it, thinking it was beatings. I was horrified by my newfound information.

"Hey, I don't mean to intrude, but, what happened?" I asked, upset at the girl's body. It was horrifying, and the fact that it was totally out for everyone to see.

"First time?" I nodded my head mutely. I guess many people just got rid of their slaves, and got new ones.

"Yours?"

"You kidding? This is my seventh." I gasped. "You really don't know what they're going to do to you, do you?"

I shook my head.

"Do you want to?" I nodded my head.

"Beating, housework, torture. If you're really important, the Dark Lord will visit-you don't want that, so let's hope you're not important."

I was terrified. I was, and I put that information out there openly. I was an Order member.

"Oh my God!"

"That's not the worst part." She murmured.

"No?"

"No."

"Then what is?" I was starting to think I didn't want to know.

She whispered. "The display. The breaking. The rape."

Rape. Oh my God. Rape. I thought. I was a virgin. They-they couldn't rape me. They just couldn't!

Her name was called.

"Good luck." She said, and stepped out.

We were in the parking lot, when he finally lifted my blindfold. I looked straight ahead, to see myself staring into the red eyes of Voldemort.

"Ginevra." I stood frozen. Surely it wasn't him who bought me. No, no it wasn't his voice. It wasn't him.

"Voldemort."

"Show some respect." Someone hissed in the corner. I looked over.

"Lucius, calm yourself." Voldemort said, turning to me, and bowing slightly. "Kneel Ginevra."

"When Hell freezes over."

"Stubborn as Mister Potter I see. Very well." He used his wand, and forced me down, onto my knees. I didn't dare look up. I kept my eyes on the ground thinking of a million ways to obliterate Voldemort into smithereens.

"What do you think, Lucius?"

"She will be perfect. Best there was. Most challenging. As I'm sure, you've noticed."

"I agree. Bring her."

And with that, he disappeared.

"Up you come." Lucius said, yanking at my arm, hard.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To Draco's initiation."

"For what?"

"His Dark Mark."

"Why am I here?"

"You silly silly little girl. You don't just get to get in! Oh no! You need a challenge. Draco already had one, but screwed it up miserably. Thankfully, the Dark Lord is merciful, and is giving him a second chance. And for that second chance, we need you."

And with that, we self apparated on the spot.

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-Xoxo Sam