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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

The following chapter will include animal cruelty, senseless violence against both an animal and a person, and the death of a beloved pet and friend.

A/N: As always thanks to my inspiration, mevanoui who has been reviewing my story from the start. And a very special Thank You goes out to the person who made me believe if they could handle the negative reviews and kept writing anyway then I could give it a shot. THANK YOU LoyalSlytherinForever. If you want a really good read, check out LoyalSlytherinForever's trilogy.

Recap: Hermione is trapped in her mind with Shy-Anne. Ginger forms a plan to get rid of Ron slowly, but loses her temper and decides it's time to punish him for marrying Hermione.

Chapter 9

Where to Start

Ginger paces in front of the bed ranting about how Ron was ruining her plans. "Why did you have to be so stupid? You could not leave well enough. You think you wear the pants in this relationship. Well you are wrong. I am in charge now you stupid red headed moron. Merlin I hate you so much. If it would not get me sent to Azkaban you would be dead before the sun set. But after I have my fun with you, you will wish you were dead." Ginger said menacingly. "If you do anything to me you will still go to Azkaban, spousal abuse is still a crime," Ron stated hotly. "After I am done with you, you will not want to tell anyone about what happened, and since you will not know if I am Hermione or me you will never send your precious wife to Azkaban." Ginger laughed evilly. "You are such a bitch; I can't believe that you are a part of Hermione. You are more evil than…." "Shut the fuck up!!!" screamed Ginger as she put a silencing charm on Ron.

Just then she heard something tapping at the window. Ginger went to the window and opened it up, in flew Pig with his usual enthusiasm. Ginger closed the window with an evil grin. She thought back to the time she was pulling feathers from a bird and that pansy Jason had stopped her. She could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. Ginger took the letter tied to Pig's foot and set it on the desk. Ginger wanted to see how Ron would react to her killing his precious little owl. She called to Pig; as soon as the little pygmy owl landed on her hand she grabbed him. After putting cloth on his feet so that he could not use his talons, Ginger tied Pig's feet together; then she bound his beak with a spell so that he could not peak at her either. When she was sure that there was no way the bird could get away or hurt her, she pulled a chair beside the bed giving Ron a clear view of what she was about to do. Ginger removed the silencing charm from Ron. "Before we get started on our little fun time, Ron, I had better make sure we can't be interrupted," Ginger spoke in a very dreamy voice. Ron wondered if it was possible for a split personality to have a split personality. Ginger conjured up a cage and put Pig in it and then walked out the door.

Ginger went downstairs; she changed the wards on the house put up anti-apparate spells, anti-port key spells, closed off the floo, made the house unplottable, and put a forget-me charm on the front gate. She locked all the windows and doors with a special password, so that without the right password you could not enter or exit the house. As a final touch she put up several strong silencing charms. She know she would need them for what she was about to do. Ginger headed back to the bedroom, and levitated both Ron and Pig to a guest room; the room was all white with a big four poster bed in the center of the room. Ginger dropped Ron on the bed. Ron was screaming and ranting about being let go and that if he got out of this he would find a way to get Ginger back. Ginger just laughed. "I have to sleep in that room and I don't want to get blood everywhere so you will be staying here." Ginger pulled up a chair and transformed the table into a bucket. She sat down and Accioed Pig's cage to her. As Ron watched in horror Ginger began to snatch Pig's feathers out one by one sometimes taking with the feather a chunk of flesh. The pain was evident in the little owl's eyes as it shrieked with every pull. Ron was not doing any better. He screamed as she pulled each feather. Ron began to beg Ginger to please let Pig go and to stop this madness. Ginger just laughed and told him to shut up. The terror continued for hours as Ginger to great joy in causing as much pain the small owl and Ron as she could. She had broken both Pig's legs and wings; by the time she was done plucking the defenseless bird bald, Pig was dead from lose of blood. Ron had stopped screaming a couple of hours ago, but was still tied to the bed weeping helplessly as he watch the woman who looked like his wife kill his winged friend. Ginger knew that the bird was dead two hours ago, right around the time Ron had stopped screaming, but wanted to know what an owl looked like bald had kept pulling feathers.

Ginger had removed all the feathers except the ones on Pig's head, she knew that if she started ripping out those feathers that the bird would have died a lot sooner that she wanted. Now what was she to do with this dead bird? Ginger got an idea. She conjured up a knife and cut off Pig's head and placed it beside Ron, causing Ron to start screaming again and trying to get away from the cold dead eyes of his bird. Ginger took the rest of the bird out of the room. Ron cried and cried over the lose he felt, sick at how cruel Ginger was. He turned his head as far to the side as he could and begin to empty the contents of his stomach, which was not much as he had not eaten all day.

Ginger returned to the room carrying a tray. "Are you hungry my little jackass?" Ginger asked in a syrupy voice. She transformed the bucket that she had put the feathers in back into a table and sat the tray on top. "Would you like something to eat Ronniekins? I made this special just for you." Ginger preened as she lifted the lid of the tray. There in the middle of the dish sat Pig's body. The evil witch had cooked his owl. "You will eat it, Ron," She said. "NO! HOW COULD YOU BE SO HEARTLESS YOU BITCH? YOU TORUCHED ME ALL DAY BY MAKING ME WATCH YOU KILL MY FRIEND AND NOW YOU WANT ME TO EAT HIM? NEVER!" Ron shouted. "You will eat this food Ron you have no choice in the matter. operor ut EGO to order1" Ginger stated as she pointed her wand at Ron. She released Ron from the bed. Ron could not stop himself from going to sit at the table. He wore a look of horror as he could not stop himself from picking up the bird on the plate. He cried as he began to eat his friend. Ginger did not allow him to stop until he had finished the whole thing. She made him lick his fingers clean. She handed him a towel to wipe his face and hands, before sending him back to the bed. Ron laid down on the bed; Ginger tied him back up before releasing him from the curse. "Was your bird tasty?" laughed Ginger with sadistic glee. "You are a monster," Ron said still crying. "Oh shut up you big baby. You eat chicken all the time what is the difference between that and eating owl, oh yeah that was your friend. Ha ha." Ginger cast the follow me spell again. As the spell took effect Ginger united Ron's hands and feet. Ron removed all his clothes and turned over and laid down on his stomach on the bed. He reached his hands above his head so that Ginger could retie him to the bed. Ginger conjured up a whip.

A/N: Please don't be mad at my angel of creativity she was asleep for most of this chapter. She does not like violence. Sorry about the cliffhanger but my angel of creativity and my muse of disorder are both hungry and have not eaten all day. I had better go and feed them now or they may go on strike. I will update again soon.

1 operor ut EGO to order = do as I command This spell is an ancient spell that has as much power as the Imperius Curse without having to use verbal commands. The victim of the curse will aware of everything they are doing but powerless to stop it. I am calling it the follow me spell.