Path to Submission Chapter 4: Somewhere Between Damaged and Broken
A/N: One: I do not own Scabior. If I did, he'd know it. I would know it. I'd be enjoying every delicious inch of him.
Two: I do not own anything from Harry Potter. That belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling. Everything else, I do own. Try and take it, and I will snatch your butt off the planet. Enough said.
It seemed like hours had passed as he was pulled along behind her. It seemed as if his very existence had simply ceased, and he had missed it completely.
Scabior couldn't begin to imagine what was in store for him at the end of this journey. Part of him was infatuated by the thought of it; the other part wanted nothing more than to wake up. To wake from this bizarre twisted dream and forget it ever happened.
Still, with each jerk on his scarf, he knew better. This was not a dream. He was wide-awake, and it was definitely happening to him.
They continued to walk through the darkening forest, heading for the gods only knew where, when she came to a sudden stop. When she stopped, he did as well. For a moment, she simply stood gazing around them, the scarf held tightly in her hand.
He felt her tug roughly on the scarf, pulling him in closer to her. Turning her head slightly, she gazed at him in a way that made him shiver. She smiled coolly at him.
"Scared yet, love?"
Scabior grunted something under his breath.
"Oh yes, you are scared. How interesting." She remarked dryly.
Another rough tug on the scarf, and Scabior found himself flush against her body. He should have been livid. He should have been in a rage. He should have been…
"Not so damn gorgeous."
He opened his mouth to question how she had read his mind, but having thought better of it, he closed his mouth again.
Konstantina chuckled.
"You learn rather quickly, handsome." She smiled at him. "Perhaps, you will not be so difficult to break later?"
Scabior stared at her.
To break?
What crazed game was she playing? Snatchers did not hunt other snatchers, not unless they went rogue…
He continued staring at her.
Was he rogue?
He knew he couldn't be a rogue snatcher. If anyone of them were, it would be Greyback.
Konstantina grinned as all these thoughts swirled around in his head. Such a pretty little mind he had…such incredibly sensuous thoughts.
"Rogue?" She threw back her head and laughed. "You are certainly not a rogue snatcher, Scabior! Really, what silly notions you have!"
He tilted his head slightly and grinned.
"Then why did ya snatch me, if I'm not a rogue?"
"Why? I have my reasons, and you will learn them soon enough. As I said before, I do believe you should shut up."
Scabior snarled heatedly at her, but wisely said nothing in reply.
Konstantina nodded approvingly at him, reached out a long fingered hand, and stroked his cheek slowly. After a moment, she lowered her hand back to her side, and gazed sternly at him.
"You will only speak when spoke to, and not before. You will offer no complaints. Punishment will be most severe if you do. You will do as I say, when I say to." Again her hand reached out to stroke his cheek. "In other words, you will obey me at all times. And if you do not? As I said, the punishment will be most severe."
She watched him to see his reaction to her words. When she saw that he remained quite calm, though she could see that his body was wound so tightly, it looked as if he would spring at any moment, she smiled.
She tightened the scarf in her hand, and jerked roughly on it. Scabior gasped slightly, trying to take in much needed air. He was so close to her now, that he could feel the heat from her body crawled into his.
And despite the fact that she was strangling him with the scarf, despite the fact that she was pulling him along like a tethered animal, he could not help feeling himself becoming aroused by it. He could feel the maddening throb in his pants, and knew with clarity, that had she ordered him to take her right there…
He knew damn well, he would have obeyed.
Scabior, did not obey quite so easily. It was not in his nature to do so…not to anyone, and certainly not to this woman. Whenever he felt her jerk on the scarf, he knew he would obey, regardless of how much he fought against it.
He shook his head slightly.
"Do you have something to say, Scabior?" Konstantina's gaze swept over his face, and lingered on his lips.
When he said nothing, she grinned.
"Oh, you may speak."
"Anymore rules?" He replied flatly.
She laughed coldly at him.
"There are many rules, my little snatcher. Those that I have already informed you of, and many more besides. You will learn them. You will obey them." She laughed again. "But, there is one I believe you will not find so hard to obey…it will be to your liking, I'm sure."
Scabior glared at Konstantina.
"I doubt I will."
The words had flowed passed his lips before he could stop them. Somehow, he knew what was coming, and yet…he welcomed it.
Desired it.
And still, he did not move away or duck or try to stop her. She raised the hand that was free from the scarf, and backhanded him across the face. There was a flicker of brutality in her eyes, but it soon disappeared.
"I did not give you permission to speak. No, I do not think I did." Konstantina glared at him. Her hand came up once more, and backhanded him, the motion jerking his head back and to the side. "You will learn that rule quickly, if you want to retain that gorgeous face of yours."
Scabior could only nod at her. As new as this whole situation was to him…at least, the bit he found himself in…he found himself craving her approval.
Why was that? He had already asked himself that question over and over, and could not come up with a good answer.
Konstantina chuckled lightly.
"Oh Scabior! I am only doing what you do to those poor, helpless little Muggle females! What you do to the Mudbloods…do not looked so surprised! I've watched you for days, weeks even, and I saw how you handled them."
Scabior glared back as she continued on.
"Not all of them, mind you…just the pretty ones. The ones who had a bit of fire in them. The ones, who made you work hard for your bit of sweet candy. Did you enjoy that, hm? Did you enjoy their fighting, their begging and pleading?"
Scabior's eyes widened and his nostrils flared with anger. Still, he kept his obedient silence.
She laughed coldly at his reaction to her words. Oh, he would be so much fun…so easy to break down…just like those females he ravished cruelly and willingly.
"Ah yes, I can see that you did enjoy it. Will you make me work hard for your sweet candy, Scabior?" She brushed her lips against his, her tongue licking them lightly. "I do hope so. You will be easy to break, but I do not want you to be too easy. I want your fire…your fight…I want to hear you begging and pleading…"
Her lips brushed over his once more, before pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss, her hand reaching up to his hair, fingers entwining in it, and gripping it tightly.
Scabior groaned into the kiss. His whole body was on fire…his mind was waging war against his body…do not do this! Do not allow her to control you…he was fighting a losing battle for this precious control.
He kissed her back feverishly…wantingly…craving her heat, her love…her everything.
Konstantina pushed him away, only to tug him back to her again. Her cold green eyes took in every inch of him…every luscious piece of his body…
All hers now.
Again, she jerked on the scarf, twisting it ever so slowly in her hands, until it began to choke him.
"Please…" He gasped. His beautiful grey-blue eyes watered as the scarf was twisted more.
Konstantina sneered slowly at him.
"Please? Oh no, no…you must beg much better than that! Do try again, love."
She twisted the scarf a bit harder, his eyes were wide, and tears slipped down the side of his face. His legs buckled and he hit the ground hard on his knees. She yanked on the twisted scarf until he was looking up at her.
"Try again, love." She commanded.
Scabior had no choice. Not if he wanted to continue breathing…
He stared up at her, a desperate pleading in those lovely eyes.
"Please…I beg you…" He forced the words to come out.
The words sounded so hollow in his ears. Such words did not issue forth from his lips…they came from his victims…his prey. He had never said them until now.
Konstantina gazed down into those eyes. She smiled as warmly and as sadistically, as she could at him.
"Ah…beg my little pet…I know you can do so sweetly." Another jerk on the scarf followed this.
Again those hollow words fell from his lips…his body quivered with each word…
"Please, please…I beg you, my …" Scabior's mind frantically searched for another word. Finally, it hit on it, and this word dripped from his lips like burning honey.
"Yes?" Konstantina's eyes glowed like fire.
Scabior, upon his knees, stared adoring up at her. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad? Perhaps, he could learn to live like this?
Perhaps, he could learn to play her game?
Perhaps, he'd live long enough to find out?
The word dripped from his lips like burning honey…
"Mistress." He whispered up at her.
Another tug on the scarf. It soon was loosened, and he pulled in breathe after breathe of precious air.
Konstantina nodded her approval once more.
Ah, you are such a good boy, Scabior!" She leaned down and kissed him deeply, before standing back up. "I do believe, that you will enjoy warming my bed."
The fire in his body erupted anew at these words. He would warm her bed…he would warm her.
Scabior looked up at her adoringly again.
"Yes…"
"Say it again, love…say it like you mean it."
Burning honey…
"Yes…Mistress."