Path to Submission Chapter 10:

I May Be Bad But I'm Perfectly Good At It

A/N: You know the drill. However, damn, I wish I did own him! *evil Cheshire cat laugh*

Chapter song: S&M-Rihanna

Lucius Malfoy.

The lone figure crept slowly towards the camp, his footsteps muffled by the soft snow that had fallen earlier that day. He had no wish for those within to know he was here.

Not just yet, but when he did show himself, they would know full well who they were dealing with on this cold winter's night.

The moon came out from behind a low bank of leaden clouds, shining down on him and illuminating his very presence. The moon's dim light brought to life the figure hidden among the trees, making his already blonde hair silver in its wake.

Lucius Malfoy's gaze slid round the camp, taking in everything he saw. The small fires that dotted the clearing to the small stark white tents that dotted the area here and there. It was the larger of these tents that captured his attention the most.

He grinned faintly to himself. He knew who that tent belonged to…she was just as he was, grandeur on a scale fit for a king. Or, in her case, a queen.

More like a she-demon if the truth were told.

Lucius knew this to be the truth, even if he had only heard the rumours of her cruelity, her perverseness, her deep seeded sadistic nature. Whom had she gotten that from? It couldn't have been him, no not at all. He was cruel, greedy and sadistic, but he was nowhere near as bad this one was. She was the epitome of it in all its depraved forms.

It had to have come from her mother. That was the only explanation for how this woman turned out. Then there was her younger sister…

He shifted his weight and continued to gaze at the tent. A flickering light shown within and he knew she was awake…and if she wasn't? She soon would be. He had no intention to be greeted by a sleeping chit of a girl who needed to be brought down a few pegs. She was a product of two of the most noble wizarding families, and she would act like it.

Even if it killed her. Which if she wasn't careful it may very well do one day.

Lucius left his place among the trees and moved towards the camp. Soon, he would come to the protective barrier, and if he knew this woman well, the barrier would be difficult to penetrate. She, again like him, would not leave anything to chance.

He chuckled deeply as he came to the barrier. Placing a hand up against it, he smiled slowly. Yes, he had been right. It was a most difficult barrier to get passed…

He chuckled more. No matter, it would be easy enough for him to get within the camp. He was, after all, Lucius Malfoy. He had his ways of getting into where ever he needed to. Even here, in this despicable Snatcher camp.

Lucius stepped easily through the barrier and headed towards the large tent placed directly in the middle of the others. Once there, he stood outside the opening of the tent and listened quietly.

He heard a soft, yet decidedly cruel and cold, voice speaking in a low tone. For a moment he was unsure if this was the voice of the one he had come to see, but when another voice…one just as cruel and cold spoken the name he hadn't heard in years, he knew he had been right.

"Konstantina, what do you plan on doing with him?"

Low laughter followed this question.

"Break him, just as I told you I would do."

Lucius smirked deeply at this.

"Is that all? I mean, after that? Once he's broken, defeated and cowering at your feet, what then?"

"He'll be the perfect servant, Meegan." Konstantina growled softly.

Meegan?

His youngest was here as well. Again, he'd only heard the rumours, but now that he had her her name, he knew for certain.

Meegan continued on.

"The perfect servant? Isn't that what you called the Russian before he suddenly died?" She laughed coolly at this.

"Yes."

Russian?

Lucius grunted in disbelief. Just like her blasted mother in that respect…

And yet, unlike her mother and her various wizard companions, those Konstantina kept would 'suddenly die?' This was most interesting.

And disturbing.

"So, I'm to assume this one will live longer than the Russian did?"

"Perhaps he will, Meegan."

They laughed. Lucius shuddered at the cruelty behind it.

"What if he tried to escape? How would you find him? The usual methods?" Meegan stopped and sighed loudly when Konstantina did not answer. "What am I saying! He can't escape! He's tethered to a stake in the ground like the filthy dog he is!"

"Indeed he is…" Konstantina quipped.

"Hands tied in front of him…hooked to the stake…and a chain running from his collar to that stake, as well. I doubt he'd even be able to sit up straight…" She broke into loud laughter. "…not that he does much sitting, right? He's always on his knees."

Again she laughed. To Lucius, his youngest daughter seemed to really enjoy this scenario…to relish the thought of containing another human being, wizard or not, as if they were an animal.

"Meegan, he's a pet, a slave a servant…how else is he to be positioned?"

"I've a good idea how he could be…" Meegan snickered.

"As do I."

"And Martin…you know the positions he likes to see your pet in."

"Yes, and if I have anything to do with it, and I do, Martin will not be seeing him in those positions again. Twice was enough. He belongs to me, and I will enjoy him in any position I wish to have him." She hissed acidly. "And, make sure you inform Martin of this. New rule in this camp…"

Meegan interrupted her.

"Yeah, only Konstantina can enjoy her Snatcher. Only Konstantina can fuck the living hell out him."

Konstantina chuckled softly.

"That would be the truth of the matter, right? Yes, I do believe it would be. Just make certain he understands this, and see to it that he follows it completely. I'm running low on good Snatchers these days, and Martin in one of the best." She paused for a moment. "Next to my pet, that is. He is the best Snatcher out there."

Meegan chortled coldly.

"Oh yes, no one compares to your pet, do they? No one can outdo him, right? Of course not! Every other Snatcher pales in comparison to the once great, but now the deranged little ragdoll whore, known as Scabior."

Lucius's jaw dropped at the name.

Scabior?

Great Merlin! She had snatched a leader of another group of Ministry Snatchers! What was she thinking? She had to be depraved…

But what was he thinking? If Konstantina was depraved, what did that say about Scabior? Yet again, Lucius recalled the rumours about this particular Snatcher…

…and they were not pretty rumours.

And yet again, if this Snatcher had allowed himself to be caught by Konstantina…it meant his depravity was even worse.

Lucius grunted in annoyance. Time to make his appearance…time to find out just what his eldest daughter was up to.

He drew himself up to his full height, straightened his travelling robes, gripped his walking stick and stepped slowly into the tent. He swept his gaze around until it landed on the red haired woman sitting regally in a chair by the small fireplace. A hard, cool smile crept over his face as he looked at her.

Only his youngest daughter looked at him in something akin to shock. His eldest daughter merely regarded him disdainfully. A chilly smirk tugged at her lips, yet she said nothing. Nor did his other child…her eyes were locked on him.

He swept his gaze round the tent again. So like her mother…this was obviously Konstantina's tent. Her noble blood shown through here…all the objects were expensive, ancient and delicate. From the vases to the swords, knives and various other strange things he'd only seen in a dungeon…

As he continued to look round his daughter's tent, his gaze suddenly fell on what looked to be a bundle of blankets lying on the ground next to her feet. His eyes travelled over this until they reached something stuck in the ground just to the left of the bundle.

A stake.

And from this stake ran two silver thin chains and those ran to the bundle of what Lucius thought were blankets…

Dark, grayish plaid…

Lucius shook his head furiously. Not blankets…but pants, very tight plaid pants. He allowed his gaze to move upwards…a tattered black leather coat, a greenish-gray vest…until he reached a mass of long dark tangled hair. His eyes widened.

And a blood red streak.

And now he knew for certain the rumours were true. That what the Death Eater wanna-be werewolf Greyback had told him, was true.

What he thought had been blankets bundled at his daughter's feet…what he had hoped were just mere blankets, turned out to be a human form laying on its side facing away from her.

Here was the once great Snatcher leader…the one every Muggle, Mudblood and Blood Traitor feared the most, next to Greyback. He had now sunk this low…brought down even further than he had already been…

Lucius stared at the prone figure lying on the ground at Konstantina's feet. She noticed him staring and grinned. She nudged him with the pointed toe of her boot.

"Get up." She snarled deeply.

Lucius watched as the former Snatcher got himself into a sitting position, and then onto his knees. Scabior kept his head lower, eyes on the ground…he swayed slightly where he knelt.

Konstantina chuckled softly.

"Surprises you, doesn't it Father?"

Meegan giggled coldly, but said nothing. She still watched their father in awe.

Lucius stared from her to Scabior and back again. He could feel himself repulsed, disgusted, yet fascinated by this…

"Well?" She asked.

Lucius sneered frigidly at her, then at Scabior.

You're depraved." He snarled.

"You're damn right I am."

Just like her mother.