"Contempt"
"Have her brought in," he said carelessly, with an idle wave of his hand.
His men bowed. "Immediately, my Lord."
She was led in, being forcibly dragged along. Her arms were harshly bound behind her back, and she bore marks of struggling across her upper arms and face where her captors had physically restrained her from escaping and doing worse harm to her. Her hair was matted and dirty, giving her the appearance of being crazy. The clothes on her body were ripped and torn from brambles and woods where she'd been captured and had multiple escape attempts and from spells they'd shot at her.
Voldemort sighed as she was dragged to the foot of his grand chair and made to kneel before him. "You have damaged her," He said in chilling tones.
"My Lord, she's a wildcat! She's mad! We were hard pressed to restrain her!" One protested his Lord's harshness.
He fell silent as Voldemort turned vicious red eyes upon him. "You idiot!" He thundered. "You have magic, or have you forgotten you are a wizard? Surely you could have managed to bind such an inexperienced girl without harming her!"
Voldemort cast Crucio, among other harming spells, until he felt like they had sufficiently paid for their mistakes. He looked behind him and summoned a woman forwards.
"Take her. Heal her wounds, bathe her. Only bring her before me again when she is appropriately tended and dressed."
Narcissa bowed her head and, sending a scathing look at the Death Eater men, Silenced the girl as a precaution and bound her with magical ropes. She then levitated her and began to take her out of the room.
As Ginny was levitated up, she raised her head before the magic whisked her away. Voldemort saw the fiery look in her eyes. This one had not yet given up her fighting spirit. Oh, she would be a treat to tame, a treat indeed.
Day 29, Contempt
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