Shackles
For Dannii, who twisted my arm into publishing this. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I'm J.K Rowling's second cousin's best friend's sister's boyfriend's goldfish. I own nothing but my plastic pirate ship.
A/N: This was just a malevolent little plot bunny that hippity-hopped through my head after hearing "Control" by Puddle of Mud (which I also don't own) on the radio. Now, I don't usually like Evil!Ginny fics, but this wouldn't let me go. Please, read and review, and I hope you like it!
Ginny looked around the small room she had been in for the past few hours. There was nothing spectacular about it: beige walls, Spartan furniture, and a tiny porthole window about six feet up from the white carpet. In fact, with all the work that had done on it, it could have passed for a Muggle living room.
That is, of course, if there hadn't been any chains. Chains dripped from the ceiling in the centre of the room, ending in tight shackles. Chains grew up from the floor, also ending in tight restraints. Currently, they were occupied by the limp form of a nearly broken wizard, and Ginny was having a very good day.
She stretched her arms and walked over the slumped figure. She raised her hand and gently cupped his cheek. "You know, you've held up well. A lesser man would have begged by now." The figure merely shook his head and mumbled something, causing Ginny to smirk. "Now now. This is something to be proud of: you've lasted. Personally, I had a couple Galleons going with Bella that you would have given out hours ago." She dipped behind him and dragging her hand down to the man's back, blowing lightly on the sensitive spot between his shoulder blades. "Give up now. I don't want to put you through anymore of this." she said, tracing a finger over a small cut on his left arm.
The figure shivered and hissed sharply. "And yet I get the impression that you've only begun." he said hoarsely.
Ginny pretended to consider. "Well, if I stop, then this whole game is over and you won't have told me anything. No, I don't think I'll be letting up anytime soon." She came around to face him again and lovingly tucked a piece of dark hair back behind his ear. "Unless, of course, you've decided to tell me what I need to know." She dragged her nails across the pale skin of his chest and smiled as she was treated to a sharp intake of breath. "That's it." she crooned. "Just let it out."
The man shook his head. "I've got more in me than that and you know it." he answered, voice hitching as Ginny raked her nails down his side. "You'll never break me." he whispered impertinently as he raised his eyes to hers.
Ginny withdrew herself and stamped a foot harshly on the ground. "I will break you!" she cried. "I've gotten used to getting my way, and I see no reason to stop now!" She took out her wand and leveled it at the man's chest. "Admit defeat, or I won't be responsible for my actions!"
Unbelievably, the man smirked. "My my. I dare say someone is losing her touch." he taunted. He flexed his fingers through the shackles. "Here I am, tied up and essentially powerless, and you're the one on the verge of cracking. Tsk tsk. I expected more from the Dark Empress."
Ginny roared in frustration, much to the man's amusement. "Give me the location!" she ordered. "Just give it to me already!"
The man's expression didn't change. "'Give it to me'?" he mused. "Now where have I heard you yell that before?"
Ginny flew over and slapped the man. "We're not talking about that right now." she growled.
"Oh, but I want to." the man insisted. "I want to talk about the way you look when you've reached your edge, the way you moan the naughtiest things when you're being taken. I want to talk about the way your head falls back, exposing your pale throat, and I want to talk about exactly how good your sweet thighs taste." The man licked his lips. "Oh yes, that would be much more fun than what you've been doing for the past little while."
Ginny raised an eyebrow, dark smile still playing at the corners of her mouth. She took a slow step towards the man. "Is that what it will take?" she whispered, carefully keeping her body away from his as she put her mouth up to his ear.
The man nodded.
Ginny leaned in a bit closer. "Want to make a deal?" The man nodded again. "Alright, then. How's this: you tell me what I want to know, and I'll let you have the real thing." Ginny kneaded his earlobe slowly with her lips and smiled wickedly as the man moaned. "I take it you accept?". She stepped back and smiled smugly.
"With one condition." the man rasped.
Ginny exhaled crossly. "What is it?"
"That when you find what you're looking for..." the man trailed off as he lowered his head to look Ginny in the eye. "...you'll love it."
Ginny squealed. "Oh Tom! I knew you'd give in!" She giggled happily to herself as she magically undid her husband's restraints. "I'm sorry I had to knock you out and tie you up, but you know how I get around our anniversary! Ooh! Presents!" She grunted as she caught his slightly battered form and laid it on the ground. Patting his arm amiably, she straightened and turned towards the door.
But Tom was on his feet and blocking the door before she could blink. 'Damn solarity!' she cursed inwardly. Tom smirked, a sight that still sent the slightest chill down Ginny's spine, even after years of marriage. "And where do you think you're going, my love?" he asked, voice still low and silky after his ordeal.
"To find my gift." she replied, forcibly cheerful, as she took a step towards the door.
Tom didn't move. "But if I remember correctly, I didn't tell you where to look."
The pit dropped out of Ginny's stomach and she paled a shade.
The man nodded, superior smile on his face. Suddenly, it darkened. "Oh Virginia, you have been a very. Very. Bad. Little. Girl."
Again, Ginny was surprised as Tom shot across the room and had her bound before she could open her mouth. "Tom?" she asked nervously. "Tom, what are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing." he said airily as he stood back and admired her bound form. "It's just that attempts to harm the Dark Lord's person, through magic or any other means, are punishable by torture."
Ginny bit her lip. "Baby, sweety, honey, loveofmylife, surely you didn't think I was ever really going to seriously hurt you. I love you and you love me and we don't hurt each other. Well, badly." She looked at him with her patented doe-eyed expression. "Come on. Let's just forget this and go back to bed. I'll give you that neck rub - "
"That you were starting before you knocked me out?" finished Tom. "I think that can wait. After all, I don't know if I can trust you." He smiled innocently, furthering Ginny's fear. "And trust has to be earned, with time, or with suffering." He twirled his wife's wand leisurely in his right hand as he regarded it detachedly. "Oh, the damage a silly little stick can do."
Ginny gulped. "I don't think you should be using that."
Tom looked up, one eyebrow raised. "So you think you're in a position to make demands, do you?"
"Of course not." Ginny whimpered. "Why don't you just let me have it back, and let's forget about this whole thing." She looked pleadingly at her husband.
Tom shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't do that, my love." he said, stepping up to her and cupping her chin. "After all, you broke the law, and who am I to let a criminal go unpunished?"
Ginny glowered. "I'm not a criminal - I'm your wife. You're supposed to love and protect me."
"And who is supposed to protect me from you?" Tom countered angrily. "Wives are not supposed to torture their husbands."
Ginny rolled her eyes in exasperation. "I didn't hurt you that badly, so stop being such a baby." Her glare traveled down to her wand, which was resting comfortably in Tom's left hand. "That's mine and I want it back."
Tom raised an eyebrow.
"Give it back!" Ginny yelled.
"Are you sure?" he asked coyly.
Ginny groaned. "Yes, just give it to me!"
Tom smiled darkly. "I thought you'd never ask." he murmured as he brushed his lips over hers. "Crucio..."
Ooh! Bad Tom! But, he is the Dark Lord and in this alternate universe, he makes the rules, so sorry Ginny.
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