A/N: It is 3 am, and seeing as how I can't sleep I was like heyy, maybe I should write a fan fiction! It's short, and suckish...but I have nothing else to do. So here ya go.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ginny. I do not own Draco either...drat!
Like the keys of a piano,
porcelain,
she crumpled to the floor;
never to disobey him again.
Draco Malfoy was disgusted,
but elated.
He was in control,
and it no longer mattered how she felt,
what she felt.
He was in control
and his ears were deaf to Ginny's whimpers
as he pulled back his foot,
and drove it into her stomach.
A cry of pain.
A feeling of triumph.
He did it again.
And again.
He felt strong and powerful
compared to the frail figure
cowering on the floor.
He continued his beatings
until she gave into unconsciousness
and stopped stirring.
Broken and battered she lay on the floor;
but he didn't care...
He was in control.
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