I apologise in advance for this chapter!

Molly was reassured. During vacations, she saw her little girl growing even more tired each day, without any reasons, and her behaviour had also changed. She was more silent, and sometimes she surprised Ginny gazing at nothing in particular, with a lost look that shouldn't be in a child's eyes. Molly had been occupied a lot with the twins which were always working on a new prank or a way to annoy their siblings, so she had not had time to worry over her last child. However, now that Ginny was alone with Ron, she could look after her and what she saw pleased her. Ginny was going back to being the sweet little girl she raised. She was still very silent, but Molly guessed it was a child phase. She watched her as she played outside with Ron, and though everything was okay now. But in fact, she could not be more wrong.

As the year went by, Ginny was slowly growing. In mind, and in body. She was growing more cynical and find it difficult to smile, she didn't want to play to her brother's silly games anymore.

This was due to the fact that there had been complications in town, starting with new clients she had met in December. She was at her usual spot, by now everyone knew her, and she had a raising clientele thanks to the word passing around. Yet this time, as she gazed with a passive manner the two persons walking towards her, she felt something she had not felt in a long time. Fear. One was a man, about 20 years old, and the other a woman, which she guessed was about 35 years old. Both had a feral expression in their eyes, and the way they walked showed massive confidence, and she felt like an insect they would slowly torture and then step on. They made their offer, and sensing danger, Ginny refused, but they kept raising it until she agreed.

They led her to the richest part of town by car, in a club she did not know. She had to go down stairs, and she arrived in a big room with lots of chains and other instruments that made Ginny want to run away. There was a whip, a blindfold and sexual objects scattered on the bench next to her. She understood too late what was going to happen to her. The guy behind her pushed her to a wall, and without waiting for her to agree, fixed her to it with the chains. As Ginny started to protest, she was gagged and blindfolded. What followed was hours of torture. Her back was in fire, and she had not felt so violated since the first man she had met a year ago.

She knew the woman and the man were getting pleasure from what they were doing to her, but she only felt the sting of the whip on her back and the intrusive instrument in her core and ass. She knew the man had filled her several time with his cum as well. She was aware of the blood running down her legs. Without warnings, the man released her of the chains, and she fell down, not ready to get up in a life time. She could remember that she started to cry, and could not stop, even when they took back the blindfold and the gag, or when the guy had to carry her on his back all the way back to his car and then to her favourite spot, leaving droplets of blood in their wake.

"Hey, stop crying honey! Did we not have our fun together? I loved how you screamed each time I whipped you and you were such a good fuck!" He finally said, sick of her crying. Ginny only let out a small whimper.

"Yeah, and you are lucky! You don't want to know what we do to the people who displease us…"

"Here you go" said the man as he handed Ginny the money. "be here next week same day, or else you'll suffer the consequences."

Ginny did not say anything. She was suffering too much. It was as if her body had shut down to start repairing itself. But she accepted the money, and slowly, she got up and knowing she couldn't stay there, went on her broom with the last of her energy and went back home. She couldn't believe she had let that happen, that they had did that to her. It brought her back to the beginning, where she had not controlled anything, and had been a victim.

The next day, she told her mother she was sick and stayed in bed. In the next days, she returned to town to find out who where those new clients and what they did exactly in this bar. She knew that they hadn't been alone in this basement. There were others who had been looking or doing other things, but she had been too much in pain to care. She would do her utmost not to end back with them, they were too dangerous. She went to her old clients, hoping they knew more. They did, and she was terrified about what they told her. Those people at the club, they enjoyed pain, enjoyed making you suffer, and under cover of a BDSM club, they applied their phantasms on others, defenceless people like her. It made her sick.

That was months ago. Every week, they came back, and she let them do their sick games on her. She did not have the choice, as the only time she tried to get away they found her and by the time they were finished she was a wreck. She was used to it now, it did not hurt that much, and in a twisted way, she started to enjoy it. They told her sweet words each time she did something right, like "you're a good girl" or "keep going, you're perfect", "I love you", words that made her each time more dependent on their affection, and now she had the right to play with them instead of enduring everything. She learned the woman's name, Lola, and the man introduced himself as Tancred. He was French. She still cried when they whipped her, but Lola was kind and put medicine on her back. She said she loved her scars, and so Ginny was happy. She was falling more and more dependent and could feel herself grow comfortable in her situation. Deep down, she knew it was sick, and that she couldn't condone what they did to her body, but she had passed the point of caring. They could hurt her, as long as they consoled her and healed her, she was okay. Or so she told herself.

However, after a time, around April, other came to play with them as well. Lola and Tancred had spread the word about their little prize so docile and broken. The people that came that fateful day of April were predators, animals that were ready and wanted to abuse a child. They did not question Ginny on her age, and they used her body as an object, sometime strangling her, scaring, whipping, rapping, degrading her. It was a piece of meat to them. They laughed at her, laughed at what they did to her, amused to see she was so powerless to stop them. Ginny created her own world from this time on. It was a world where she could escape everything that happened to her body and mind. An imaginary world where she did not feel anything, where she only felt numb. It was becoming easier each time to take refuge in her mind, refusing her situation, what she had become.

She did not like them, and she was afraid of them. Yet, she did not have a choice. Now she had to came more and more, not only because they ordered her to, but also because she could feel her body starting to react. It wanted more, it wanted its fill before going to sleep, and Ginny was getting disgusted by it. She took refuge each time she could in her small mind world, to forget everything. It wasn't what she wanted! She wasn't something to play with! She didn't know how to get out of this situation. Plus, even her mother will soon notice the increased marks everywhere on her body and her disappearances. She couldn't hide them as falls in the garden anymore. Her mother wouldn't fall for it.

Moreover, Ginny could feel the changes in her body. It was now used to the violence, and as such Ginny had developed a high pain tolerance. She could feel there was something wrong with what she was doing, it was no longer the innocent act of let's do this thing that hurts but gives money in the end to help mommy and daddy have money. She felt the way it changed her body, her reactions, her whole behaviour. Sometimes she was shocked how blasé she was when they violated her. Yes, she could now use this word as it was exactly like she felt. Violated. Even if her body was used to the violence and felt pleasure from it in a twisted way, she was violated in her mind. She did not like what was happening to her, and her heart shattered as she watched dispassionately those people abuse her.

One thing she was happy with, was that the money she earned from last year had find its way in her parent's hand. She had made it pass as a treasure she had found in the garden while playing with Ron. Yet, she was afraid it wasn't going to be enough. But the way her parents looked at her that day, like she was their saviour, was the best memory she had. And it was this memory that made everything she lived okay. And the money. She was getting a lot of money. Right now, she had around 3 123 dollars. Thanks to the explanation of Orwen at Gringotts, she went to change the pounds she earned to dollars every now and then in the exchange office.

Soon, of the group of people that came in April, one surpassed the others in violence. His name was Crow. He made Ginny remember it each time he raped her.

"Remember my name, it's Crow. Crowwww. That's it girl, now suck my cock. Quick, or I'll use this taser to chock you."

She knew he was going to do it anyway. He loved to hurt her. And she let him do it. And she hated herself even more after. She knew it was better not to resist. She had learned her lesson. She had spit on Crow in her last act of defiance, and he had made her remember why it was such a bad idea. To this time, he had his personal vendetta against her. Ginny wondered how much time she had left until he went too far and she died.

"Now get on your back. Your back I said! And don't move. I'm going to fuck that ass of yours so much you won't be able to walk for weeks. Instead you'll crawl to me."

She contemplated leaving, staying at home and never come back to the town. But Crow had succeeded in convincing her that if she ever tried to run away, he would return the earth to find her and torture her to the end of her days. She was so scared of him. And she hated him with a passion. But she couldn't put her family in danger, and she knew magic was not always an advantage in front of smart brutes like Crow. He was already suspicious about the fact that she was healing very quickly after he took his sweet time torturing her until she couldn't move anymore. No, she couldn't endure it anymore. It was too much for a now too aware nine years old.

"That's it…hmmmmmmmmm….so good. Don't you feel that baby? Oh shit. Guys, this girl is useless. She passed out again!"

I despise Crow.