Once upon a time in a faraway island in the Caribbean lived a beautiful and powerful witch by the name of Lolissa. She had a very strange power, a power that even in the wizarding world wasn't normal, some called it a cursed. She could dominate any man with just a simple look. Her anger everyone feared, from an angelic beauty she transforms into a beauty of a fallen angel. She also has the power of everlasting life. Some say she's evil some say she has only been hurt by life's destiny. But the truth (or so the folks say) was this: A very long time ago this powerful witch fell in love with a muggle, but of course her family wouldn't have any of it, and locked her away in the dungeons after she had made the unbreakable vow of never using magic as long as her parents lived in exchange for the muggles life. Only to find out years later that her beloved had hung himself for her (he believed) betrayal.

A hundred years later an evil wizard by the name of Voldemort freed her from her enchantment, because though her parents had died years ago she had found herself incapable of using magic. Lord Voldemort broke away the enchantments that kept her in captivity and took her as his for he knew what she was capable of. He bended her eyes, she did not protest did not fight, it seemed that she no longer had conscious. Valdemort took her with him to England and that my friends is where our story begins!

"Oh Dieu!(Oh God) Where have you brought me?" Lolissa shrieked as her knees hit a hard, cold surface. "Who are you? What are you going to do to me?" she shrieked again trying to get free from the chains that were locking her together.

"I have no time for questions my dear, but tomorrow is another day." her capture hiss in a frightening cold voice.

She whimpered silently as he caressed her face roughly. "Now, now my dear don't be frighten, I have no intention of keeping to the old regiments of rescuing an imprisoned damsel." he said coldly as he gripped her arm, lifting her up with one swift move of his arm.

"Oui vous m'avez sauve(Yes you rescued me)but why do you chain me, and why have my eyes been covered?" she asked lifting up her head as if to make the image that she was looking into his eyes when she couldn't see anything at all.

He chuckled coldly and threw her to the floor. She whimpered as her buttocks made contact with the stone floor. She heard his footsteps fade away, and she didn't know what was worse this cruel man or her lonely imprisonment.
"Oh Dieu! What have I done to deserve this?!" she cried out as she rested her face into her knees and wept, as she had done many times before. Her cries to her seem worse than she had ever heard them, or perhaps it was just that she forgot what crying was like.

"Why wont you let me go, ayez la clemence!(have mercy)." Lolissa cried again and again as she heard footsteps approaching her.

"What is your name?" She heard a voice that did not belong to the cold man he had rescued her.

"Who are you?" she asked automatically as she felt him move closer.

"Don't worry, I wont hurt you. You must be starving," he said and she smelled fresh food being placed next to her. She nodded slowly.

"I will feed you all right," he said softly, so unlike anything she remembered yet so much like...she shivered. She nodded and felt something rubbing her lips, she opened her mouth and took a bite of it. Even old bread seemed the best of foods as she ate it.

"I have to go." he whispered when she had finished the food and the drink he had fed her.

"No don't go, please don't," she pleaded as she searched the darkness for his hand. "I'm sorry but I have to, I'll promise I'll come back tomorrow and bring you something to eat." His soft voice whispered as he caressed her face. She nodded to herself more that to him as she heard his footsteps fade away.

There was no longer any feeling on her extended arms, she couldn't bring herself to pay this any mind. Instead she worked on lifting herself up on her feet. She managed to, it was far better than sitting, plus-she mused her buttocks were becoming quite sore.

"When are you going to tell me your name?" The young man asked again the same question he has been asking for the third day in a row. And again she shook her had just as she had done before. "Oh come on, why not?" he teased as he fed her. She smiled and was sure he had smiled back, though she couldn't possibly see his face.

"Alright then why don't we do this, I take that cloth that binds your eyes and you tell me your name?" he offered. She thought about it for a long moment and then nodded her head. "No, not like that talk, I know you can talk, you did so the first time we met." He said in a sweet reprimanding voice.

"Oui, sorry." she said, her voice dry with lack of use. She felt him take the bind off her face and adjusting to the light of his candle she saw him. His skin was bronze as far as she could see from the candle lit, had brown hair that ran down to his eyes, and the biggest and sweetest hazel eyes she had ever seen.

"All right. Now your turn, tell me your name," he order, his words were tender but she didn't dare say 'no' as he sat next to her in the stone floor.

"L-Lolissa, Lolissa Rose." Lolissa struggled to say still mesmerized by the young man. "Beautiful, beautiful name, never heard it before but beautiful no doubt." he said as he smiled at her, she smiled back.

"And what's your name?" she asked bowing her head shyly. At this he chuckled and lifted her head up with his thumb. "There's nothing to be shy about darling. My name is Blaise, Blaise Zabini."

"Nice to meet you." he said playfully as he shook her hand. She couldn't help but smile. "Has anybody told you you have the most brilliant smile." said Blaise grinning sheepishly. She nodded, then shivered.

"That hurts doesn't it?" he asked affectionately.

She shrugged."I don't know, it's been a while since I felt anything." Lolissa confessed as she bowed her head.

"Now my dear you know there are rules about bowing down your head, the Dark Lord would be very disappointed. Plus your face is a beauty why hide it." She blushed again giving him a sheepish smile.

"Well my dear, I have to be gone, same time tomorrow." Blaise said as he kissed her cheek goodbye.

"No, don't," she pleaded as he went to retreat the cloth he had shoved inside the pocket of his robe.

"Sorry dear but I have to." He said tenderly as he pressed it around her eyes.. "No please don't." Lolissa begged. But he shook his hea. "No, I'm sorry, I have to." He tied it tightly around her head.

"See you soon my cherie(darling)." Blaise whispered with one last goodbye kiss on the cheek. With every step she heard his footsteps become more and more distant. She sighed knowing she was left alone.(Of course with the many guards that hardly counted as company) She braced herself for one more night alone in this cold dungeon, it wasn't all too hard, she had been after all locked in a dungeon such as this one for a hundred years. It would be easy, all the same.

But she was wrong when she awoke the next morning and heard the dungeon doors open and footsteps running, and stopping before her. "Can you get up?!" she heard the voice of that young man-Oh yes, Blaise was his name. Without hesitation she obeyed but noticed there was no strength in her to do this. Abruptly she was grabbed by the arm and lifted up. She heard clicks and felt for a small instant free as her arms fell to her side. But with another click she felt them forcefully be pulled back and tied to her back. She was dragged up stairs and blinded she tried to climb them but fell every time she was sure she had mastered it. She heard him sigh in frustration and catching her by surprise he snaked his arms around her waist and lifted her up. An involuntary shriek escaped her lips as her feet made contact with the floor. She heard him chuckle and then gripping her upper arm dragger her along shoving her in-Well she didn't really know where.

"Where have you brought me?" she asked trying to reach out for him. "No questions dear, you'll see soon. If you promise to behave I'll untie you." he sneered as he pushed her to what seemed like a bed.

"What...what are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear.
Oh Dieu please don't let it be what I think it is.

"Oh no my dear is not what you think, at least not yet." Blaise mused as he turned her around and began to untie her. He laid her on the bed faced down as she trembled in fear. "Put your hands on your side." She did as she was told, feeling little by little the pain come from her untied arms.

Blaise removed the cloth that binded her eyes as she adjusted to the light of the sun that peered through the long window. She was indeed in a bed, but to her surprise it wasn't just a bed but a big wooden bed to that, the wood she guessed was tinted black giving the room a more sophisticated look. She was roughly turned around to meet hazel eyes that belonged to Blaise. He stepped aside smiling a half smile, her eyes followed him, and stared as he searched for something until he turned back to her looking both flattered and confused. She turned her head away sheepishly, and then gasped at her surroundings. The room was enormous, painted a light tan color, a wall she noticed(the one that the bed rested in front of) was made of dark tinted wood. On either side of the bed were wooden night tables tinted the same color of the bed, with long candles placed on a wide glass candle holder. And in the corner of the room there was a small wooden table, that was too tinted the same color of the bed, with two violet red arm chairs on either side. She turned her head to the left, where now she noticed Blaise searched for something, it looked somehow like a study table(the table was too wooden, tinted the same color, the chair looked to be wooden as well but to her eyes it looked very comfortable), in front of a slightly smaller window than the one by the bed.(Where he could clearly see the sky and the sea outside)

"We're close to the sea?" she asked staring at Blaise's back.

"You should be tired, why not rest?" He said ignoring her question. "But ah, I know you would rather take a warm bath," he mused as he walked over to a door and gestured for her to enter.

"I-I don't want to," she mumbled, her eyes wide open in fear.

"No my dear I wont harm you, bathe and I'll wait outside if it pleases you," he said as he moved towards her. Now come in."

Hesitantly she followed him into the bathroom, taking fast rasping breaths.

"Don't fret my darling, I'm harmless."

"How could you be when you work for someone like him," she spat looking down at the floor.

"Alright then so you rather talk than cleanse and rest, so be it," he spat storming out of the bathroom. She stared behind him, she was now trembling again, it was never her intention to accept him. Blaise walked back into the room, with the long black cloth that was used to cover her eyes.

"No!" she cried out.

"Then cooperate."

"Cooperate in what?" she asked innocently.

"You didn't think you were brought here to sit and do nothing now did you?" he asked in a malicious chuckle. "Again I tell you to please bathe and rest."

In resignation she nodded. "But will you tell me what this is all about?"

"I'll tell you all you want to know when you're washed and rested, nothing before that." he said matter-of-factly as he moved closer to her. "Undress." he ordered.

"I beg your pardon?" Lolissa wailed out cocking her eyebrows.

"You heard me darling, undress while I fix the bath for you" he smirked and waving his hands to dismiss that words that hadn't yet left her mouth.

All right then don't turn or you'll be sorry." she threaten. He chuckled and walked by her to turn on the water of the tub. She removed the straps from her shoulder, giving Blaise a side glance before she let it fall.

"There's a to-"

"Don't turn." she shrieked. "I wasn't going to, see that towel there in your left if you really don't want me to see you, take it." he sneered as she ran to get the towel. "Ok you can turn around." she said as she adjusted the towel.

"Was that so hard now?" he teased as he walked to the door. "Yes!" she spat. He chuckled and exited the bathroom closing the door behind him. She threw the towel aside as she laid on the tub, the delicious warm water invading her skin.

"Oh and I forgot to ask you, what scent will you like; vanilla, peac-"

"Vanilla will do thanks." she snapped as her hands went up to cover her breasts. With a flick of his wand a Vanilla scent liquid soap appeared on his hand. "Oh Dieu I haven't seen that in such a long time." she sighed covering herself as much as she could as he stepped forward to hand her the soap.

"No worries my darling you'll see a lot more," he grinned and with that exited the bathroom.

What do they want with me? What?

She pondered as she lay in the tub, letting the water relax her muscles. "Que(What)?" she whispered as her eyes flutter into a close.