First of all, I would like to apologize for your wait. My muse passed away in a tragic accident. Let us take a moment of silence in prayer and whatnot………….
KIDDING! Muses don't die, silly, they hibernate. Well, it's more of a coma in some cases but she's back now. YAAAAYYY! You know how most people tend to stick with having a fairy muse? Mine's a hippopotamus in a hot pink polka-dotted bikini.
HARK, REVIEWERS!
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aurora-sakura – your review really helped and I wish I'd thought of doing that before I'd submitted. Won't all the reviews get erased if I try to go back and fix that, though?
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On With the Story…
Ginny didn't move. Well actually she was slightly shaking, but that's inevitable when you're about to get crucio-ed with a full bladder still intact.
Her eyes were glued to the floor, which is obviously why she had no perception of her captor's reaction. Tom was currently grinning against his own will. He managed to kill his laughter off by reminding himself that there were more pressing issues at hand. You know, world domination and whatnot.
"What do you need to use it for?" he questioned with his standard tone of cruelty.
"It's just…I…ummm…." She trailed off helplessly. Tom then had a horrifying thought. Does she have her period? Tom cringed at the idea.
"Fine," he snapped, untying her with a flick of his wand and grumpy muttering. "Follow me," he said ominously as they exited the dark room.
Ginny's eyes were met with a dimly lit corridor. The only source of light was the ghostly torches on either side of the hall. She welcomed the new light, preferring it to the gloom.
She wanted to glimpse her captor's face clearly to see if maybe she knew him somehow. He just seemed so…familiar. Ginny couldn't do that presently because he was in front of her, with only the back of his cloak visible.
Deciding that she had absolutely no idea how to handle her current situation, Ginny ignored it. She was just happy that she wasn't in that room on that chair peeing all over herself in agony.
Ginny was surprised at how beautiful the house was. And it was huge. She vaguely wondered how much further the bathroom would be. She didn't know how much longer her kidneys could last before they have an unprompted explosion.
The man came to an abrupt stop in front of a large white door and proceeded to open it. He then stepped back, allowing her to enter. The door was abruptly shut behind her and she ensued to gawk at how big and nicely decorated it was. It was sooo…SHINY!
Her eyes then fell upon the stunningly beautiful porcelain throne awaiting her. She was queen…
After "claiming her throne", Ginny washed her hands (which is extremely important. Not to the plot, obviously, but they teach you that you should in kindergarten and we all know that kindergarten is the Bible to life in its own terms).
She walked out of the bathroom to find the man with his back turned to her. He was already taking calculated strides in the direction of the dismal "bondage room".
After letting out a quiet sigh, Ginny followed him. She was able to pay better attention to the decoration of the house now that she was relieved. It had an aristocratic feeling to it, but it wasn't homely in most senses. There weren't any portraits of the inhabitants or pictures lying around. But maybe there would be in other parts of the house.
Ginny's thoughts drifted to her current conflict, which didn't seem quite so horrible anymore. The unknown man had let her use the restroom, which meant he couldn't possibly be as sinister as he had let on earlier. Speaking of which…
"Thank you!" Ginny chirped merrily. Tom rolled his eyes at this and ignored her.
"Hmmm…" Ginny continued, desperate for an affirmation of his being a nice person. "This is a really pretty house. Is it yours?" she asked in hope of a reply.
"I'm the one who asks the questions. Now be quiet!" Tom stated rudely.
Ginny's temper flared at his unprovoked impoliteness and she crossed her arms angrily. "Fine!"
Tom sighed in annoyance, but wasn't going to push it further. It would be pure stupidity to provoke someone when you need them for something so important…
As they approached the door to the room, Tom suddenly broke the silence.
"You will not be bound to the chair if you promise not to attempt escaping,"
"Is that so?" came her mocking response.
"Yes," he huffed, turning around to face her.
Ginny gasped. Then began choking desperately and flailing her arms about wildly. Once her coughing fit subsided, she cleared her throat meekly.
She looked back into his face, too shocked to assess the situation properly. How did this happen?
I'm sorry if you're all disappointed at this chapter. Suggestions are as welcomed as CHOCOLATE!