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CHAPTER TWELVE -

Kronstadt.

"What?"

"I don't want to." Ginny replied.

Tom took a step toward her, scrutinising every part of her face and trying to figure her out. He saw her flinch and move even further away.

"Do not walk away from me, Ginny," he warned. "Do I have to remind you what I will do?"

Ginny shook her head violently, however this time she did not care one bit for the consequences, and continued walking backwards. "I don't want to." Ginny rasped.

"Ginny," Tom muttered. "You will do whatever I want you to do." He smirked as he had her trapped up against the wall, and placed both hands either side of her head. "You can't run now, Ginny."

Ginny's eyes looked about for an escape, searching franticly and then landing on Tom again, who was smirking maliciously. "I don't want to, Tom," she said in a trembly voice.

"Want to what?" He hissed, annoyed with her constant repitition.

"I don't want to- to -"

"You don't want me to fuck you." He finished brutally.

Ginny stared at him, hurt by his words. His face was contorted into a look of fury as he leant closer to her and sneered. "You didn't seem to care a couple of weeks ago, did you? How you whimpered and moaned then, Ginny."

Something inside Ginny broke at his words.

"Didn't care?" She yelled. "You know I care, Tom, that is why you do it!" Tom stood there, stunned at the vicious outburst that was more likely to come from him. "So, now I'm stuck, stuck with having to carry," she said the word as though it were a disease"a baby that I never wanted!"

Tom snapped out of it as soon as she said those words, and in a flash he slapped her with all his strength across her face, watching her fall to ground at his feet.

"No whore of mine talks like that of my heir!" He shouted down at her. "Yes, Ginny, that is what you are," he said, smiling mockingly. "My whore, only I don't have to pay for you, because you belong to me, and when I want to fuck you, Ginny, I will fuck you." He said in a deadly tone.

Tom bent down, still smiling maliciously, and moved the sheet of red hair covering her face, revealing her scarlet cheek. Tears were falling silently from her eyes, the carpet soaking them up.

"Go ahead and cry, Ginny," he said coldly, noticing a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. "Repent for what you have said."

Ginny curled up into a ball, sobbing. She felt a sudden burst of pain in the middle of her stomach, when she expelled her breath she heard a cry of pain and realised that it was her. Ginny got on all fours, trying to support herself and to move as far away from Tom as possible, but another shooting pain gripped a hold of her stomach and she crumpled back to the ground.

"Oh, God!" She shouted. "What's happening?" She said in a barely audible whisper, her face screwed up, and clutching her stomach as she felt something wet between her legs.

Tom had been watching sadistically as she cried out in pain, but now he began to worry. "Ginny?" He said gently, reaching for her.

She shot away from him, leaning against the wall. "Don't touch me! I'm a whore, remember?" She hissed, looking at him with such loathing. Her face was strewn with tears, washing the blood away that had trickled down her other cheek. Ginny stroked her belly gently and sucked in her breath sharply as she noticed a red patch on her dress, feeling the wetness again. "I'm bleeding!" She screamed at Tom, her eyes blaming him.

Tom stared at her, trying to take her hand, but she snatched it away. He felt useless, he didn't know what was happening to her, was the child dying? "What should I do?" He asked, helplessly.

Ginny ignored him, and whispered softly with her eyes shut tight, willing the pain to go away. "Please, little one, I'm sorry...I was only lying, I do want you..." She trailed off, and whimpered painfully. "I was angry!" She said, forcefully, clutching her dress and creasing it as she felt more blood leave her body.

"Ginny, princess, what should I do?" Tom repeated.

"So, I'm 'princess' now, Tom?" Ginny said, menacingly, and she gave one more shout of pain and saw blackness envelop her vision.

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An hour had passed and Tom watched on as Lauren attended to Ginny, who was still unconcious. He didn't understand why she had a miscarriage. The child was immune from harm.

Tom thought that only a few hours ago he had been touching the life inside Ginny, it was only a few hours ago. It pained him to look at her, the bump was still apparent even though there was nothing inside there, it was empty.

He wondered if it was his fault, maybe he shouldn't have hit her so hard, or maybe he should have seen that she might have been in one of those moods that pregnant women go through, but his rage would not be controlled around her, she should know that she is his, then maybe he wouldn't have hit her. Tom also wondered if Ginny would blame him, remembering her look of hate, but she couldn't possibly, no, it wasn't his fault, no, she should have complied, it wasn't his fault...

"Monsieur," Lauren's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Mademoiselle is stable for now, but I would advise bedrest for about a week, and I think she would like it if you stay with her." Tom thought that that would be the last thing Ginny would want if she did blame him. "The loss of an unborn child can have unhealthy stressful effects on the mother." She looked down at Ginny sadly.

Tom nodded, wondering why Lauren should be sad about a child that was nothing to do with her. "Yes, but I do not understand why this has happened."

Lauren glanced at the swelling bruise on Ginny's cheek, but didn't say anything. "I believe that mademoiselle may have been under a great deal of pressure for this to happen in the middle of her pregnancy."

Tom sighed, resigned. He pressed a hand to his forehead, leaning back in the armchair.

Lauren finished up, cleaning Ginny and healing the wound on Ginny's face, feeling very sorry for the young girl. She could only be eighteen or nineteen.

"She should be all right for tonight, but I'll be back in the morning, monsieur." Tom nodded his head once in acknowledgment, and Lauren put her wand in her leather bag and left the depressing atmosphere that filled the room.

Tom sat there for a long time, the clock on the mantlepiece above the fire ticked away. He stood up and went to Ginny, sitting beside her and taking her hand.

"Ginny, my princess," he whispered. "I'm going to look after you now, no matter how much you protest."

He leant forward and kissed her cold lips. And despite the pain in his chest and the dull sadness he had never felt before, Tom didn't shed a single tear.

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As Ginny opened her eyes, she saw the dark blue canopy of her bed and the blazing afternoon sunlight filling the room. She looked to her side tiredly, where Tom usually lay, but he wasn't there. She looked to her right and saw him sitting on a chair beside the bed, gazing at her.

In that instant she remembered the night before. Her hand flew to her stomach and she gave a sigh of relief as she still felt the bump there.

Tom watched her elation, deciding to tell her straight. "You have suffered a miscarriage, princess." He said, leaning forward.

Ginny stared for a long time, then turned away, her face crestfallen and her eyes glassy. In her mind, Tom didn't care that much, it was just a kid, and the way he told her elaborated on this.

"Lauren said it was stress, Ginny." Tom said bluntly. Ginny wanted him to stop talking. "She said that it is common for women during the middle of their pregnancy to suffer such things." Ginny didn't want details, she already knew what caused it; him.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Tom understood Ginny, but didn't feel the same. He had had all last night to think about the situation and had come to a swift conclusion; he would get her pregnant again. If Ginny knew of his plans she would be physically sick; carrying another child of his blood would be too unbearable, she'd suffer again and again.

Ginny sat herself up, shocked at actually feeling literally empty. She frowned sadly at this discovery.

"Don't be upset, Ginny." Tom said, reaching for her hand. "You must not stress yourself again." Ginny instantly snatched her hand away as soon as Tom's fingers brushed against hers.

"Don't touch me." She whispered harshly. Looking at him as though he were a disease.

"You blame me for this?" Tom said, stonily, his face now blank.

Ginny didn't answer. She continued staring out of the window, her eyes still glassy.

"Do you blame me?" He repeated in a raised and demanding tone, standing over her, and commanding her attention.

Ginny looked up at him slowly as his shadow cast over her. "Do you blame me?" She replied, answering a question with another. "Nothing is ever your fault, is it?" She paused, her face screwing up in anger. "Maybe I wouldn't have lost the baby if you weren't slapping me around!"

Tom clenched his hands in to fists. "You would do well to note that it was you who was opposing me, Ginny," he spat venomously. "It was you who was acting like a stubborn little girl." He said, accusingly as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him so hard that one of the screws bounced out, hitting the floor with a clink!

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I refrained from tearing her out of the bed and beating her.

I wanted her to understand that she must not go against my word, she must obey me. She needed to learn to be mine in every way; learn that I was the only person that could touch her now, or else she'd be tainted. If she knew and learnt this, then my son would still be growing inside her.

Despite this, her words echoed throughout my mind; "Maybe I wouldn't have lost the baby if you weren't slapping me around!"

I'd had whole families murdered, including young children, why would this death, even if the child was mine, effect me? I had taught myself to control my emotions about such matters. It was her fault, she shouldn't have resisted, she should have let me touch her.

As I sat in my study, surrounded by unfinished plans of invasion, I made plans for her. I didn't care if she resisted, not this time. She'd soon begin to understand and accept that she'd be here forever, even after she opens up her soul to me.

A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Come in." I said, bluntly.

A house elf entered, knowing that I didn't want any sudden interuptions and so opting not to Apparate or whatever the house elves called it, into my study.

"Miss is eating dinner in the bedroom sir. Will sir be joining miss?"

I smiled inwardly. I could tell her then. "Yes."

It bowed and disappeared with a POP!

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A small table was placed by the bed with two chairs opposite from one another.

I walked in just when she was about to cut her meat. I acknowledged her coldly as I took my seat. Why should I treat her any differently, just because she had a miscarriage? It was her fault. So we sat in silence.

Then it was broken as she spoke.

"Why am I here?" She questioned, once again, hoping I'd give her the answer she desired. There was no such luck.

"To provide me with entertainment," I said smiling sarcastically. "All those long nights alone...I don't know how I managed without you." I said, cuttingly, sarcasm dripping with every syllable I uttered.

"That's not plausible" she said, ignoring my sarcasm. "Girls aren't a source of amusement for you. Absolute control is your entertainment."

I looked up at her face, staring for a moment and grinning. "You are quite right, Ginny." I said, pushing my plate away. "But, I knew you'd be amusing."

I leant forward, my hand stroking her cheek, but she shyed away from my touch, suddenly saying "I'll be able to walk about soon," as if to revert my attention.

"That's good." I can take you soon. I continued stroking her face. "Next time, you will not have a miscarriage."

Her eyes flew straight to mine, her brown eyes locking with my blue ones. "Next time?" She questioned in a small voice.

"Yes, Ginny." I replied. "Next time you carry my child I'll make sure that you are treated with absolute care." I said pointedly, but she seemed upset.

"You get over things easily." She said coldly, and then, all of a sudden, burst into tears. I went to her and picked her up, laying her on the bed.

I sat down beside her. "Ginny, don't cry." I'm going to fill you again. "Don't grieve something that never was."

"That never was?" She said sadly. "I didn't expect you to see it as I do." She said hopelessly.

I watched her cry, she must have wanted the child more than I had expected. I decided to tell her the rest of my plans later, she was too upset at the moment. I'd tell her when she was pregnant again, tell her she'd have to learn to act as a wife, my wife...

I smiled as I pulled her to me, she was so broken, knowing that I was the only person she could turn to.

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A/N: This isn't the whole of C.12 but, I decided to put it in with C.13, because it would seem as though everything was going to fast for a woman who has just had a miscarriage.

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