Authors Note; This chapter has intense voilence and is not for the weak of heart.
Time seemed to pass slowly, even as she inhaled a large breath wondering what would happen next, should she check on him? If he was truly passed out, they could make a run for it. She could free everyone, and be back with her family and Harry..why was she just thinking this?
'Put it into action, Ginny!' she screamed at herself.
Time speed up. She ran over to check it he was truly knocked, not the in the nicest way, mind you. But it did the trick.
Raising her right foot she put all the weight she could manage into one swift kick as his side, which brought no response. Turning around quickly she yelled in as much a hurried voice as possible. "RUN, MOVE! TO THE DOORS!" She pointed at the pure stone doors, not even waiting for another word they all ran.
Pulling the doors open together, they started outside...only to be met by two ugly men guarding the doors. "Oy, what are ye all-" a sudden rush of half a dozen people over took the two men, and they ran. Ginny ran just behind them, watching as every one of them made it over the gate leading to a street where they continued to run away.
Smiling, she followed after then, about to hop the gate when an overpowering pain grasped her ankle and threw her down on into the yard. Whoever it was, they were dragging her back. Back to the concrete floored room. No, she wouldn't take this. She had no choice. The next thing she knew when she started to kick to turn around and see who was dragging her she was thrown, literally thrown into the room again.
This time, even her will power couldn't help her as she felt her full force weight go into her back, and her back hit the floor. An immediate yelp came out of her mouth, and she started sobbing.
"GET UP YOU FILTH!" She heard the man yell at her. He was awake and had been, he was fully aware of her actions and now, in his mind she would pay.
Ginny did as she was told, and stood up. Looking him dead in the eyes as he circled around her. "That was brave, but very foolish. I lost the others today because of you, but I will find them." He ranted. "You will be punished for that, Weasley," he turned away from her and started to walk out.
She knew better then to think she had gotten off, and she was right.
An hour later Ginny could be found in her cell, getting thrown against the bars and brick walls. She had tried to fight, but it brought her no where. It only angered him and brought him to the edge. "Scream, Weasley. Maybe I'll go easier on you." He spoke calmly to her as he threw her against the miserable excuse for a bed that hung onto the wall by chains, or did until she hit it full force.
She bit her lip to the point of blood so she wouldn't make a sound. But even the strongest will has a breaking point. Angered even more by her continuous defiance, he went over to the bed and ripped a chain off of it, before she could realize what he was doing she felt the chain and it's force against her cheek. She still managed not to scream but brought her hands to her cheek and cupped it, crying as silently as she could.
Then there was another blow from the chain to her stomach, she doubled over. Then the final straw, a harsh blow to her back which tore her to the floor where the cries where no longer silent but very loud, where she finally started to plead for mercy...and he stopped. He sat the chain down and kneeled over to her. "I told you I would break you when you first arrived. I'll admit, I thought it would be easier then this." He stated in an almost apologetic tone, then ran his hand along the small of her back, which caused another yelp and loud cry escape her.
She could feel his eyes burning into her, worst of all she knew he was smirking, happy he'd finally got her to beg. She felt stupid. "I'll send someone down to get you in an hour." He said, standing up, unlocking the bars, walking out, then slamming them closed and locking them again. Then, he walked out. He left her lay there, severely broken and injured, bleeding and in much pain..she hated him more then she ever thought possible. She wasn't done yet.