Alright. So the inspiration for this chapter came from a one shot I read a few years ago. it was very well done. So i'm just letting you know.
Also, a few story requests.
1) Please review with ideas. I have many but I want your opinions of what you guys want to read. Sequels to anything. Clarification. Continuation.
2) If you could hop on over to my story Game for the Cunning and review it, it would be amazing. We all know that the more reviews it has, the more people are likely to read it.
3) I'm a beta for Ink on Paper. Its a really good story :) You should read it.
Anyway, on to the story!
It was late and a small woman walked down a dark alley alone. She kept looking over her shoulder, she kept expecting someone to be there, following her. But she was positive no one was there. She quickly snuck into a shop at the end of the alley. Quickly making a purchase, she escaped from the dark and sketchy alleyway, and back into normal streetlight. And while she was in the public, she kept looking over her shoulder, nervous that someone would be following her.
As she walked something didn't feel right. She could feel the cold eyes following her, analyzing her every move, staying one step ahead of her all the time. She knew who it was, and she needed to get away from there. Now.
As she, turned a corner, she saw someone off in the distance, someone who looked unnaturally suspicious. She had her eyes on him, but wasn't paying attention to what was really important. She looked in front of her just in time to see someone come out of the shadows in front of her. The woman was thankful she had hid what she had bought in her bag. This wasn't going to end well.
The shadowy person in front of her grabbed her and shoved something into her mouth. This was outrageous! Who in their right mind would capture her?
She kicked and screamed. Well as loud as she could anyway. She guessed that it was a sock or something of that nature in her mouth and it muffled her screams unfortunately. A large bag was tossed over her head and she was carried off into the night. In seemed like an hour had passed when she was allowed to see and speak again. She looked at her captor and glared. How could he have done this to her?
"I demand you let me go! Right now!" She yelled to him. He just smirked and shook with laughter. He was laughing at her! After that embarrassing public display the least he could do was look like he was at least sorry for her. At least just a little.
"Miss Granger. Would you please calm down? There is no point in getting frustrated." The captor's voice was smooth, but she wasn't going to let him get under her skin. No she wasn't.
"Unfortunately, kind sir, that is not my name. You have the wrong person!" She said triumphantly.
"Oh really? You're not Miss Hermione Jean Granger?" The captor asked, his voice dripping with mock surprise. She smiled happily and shook her head.
"Nope, not me! You've got the wrong person. Now let me go, or I swear I will sue you for all you are worth!" She said angrily struggling against the binds that held her in.
"Well, unfortunately, Miss Granger, I can't let you go. My policy. And to be honest, I don't care that you're not the Granger girl. But seeing as I don't care, I will be calling you that from now on." The woman wanted to scream out in anger. How could he do this? He had absolutely no right to go around stealing poor defenseless women in the middle of the night and chaining them up! This was an outrage!
She glared at her captor, hating him with every ounce of being she had.
"Now, now Miss Granger, you look angry. Why are you so angry?" He asked her, mocking her with every breath he took.
"Stop calling me that." She said simply, her rage unkempt and unrestrained.
"What? But that would take all the fun out of it. And you wouldn't want to ruin my fun now would you, Miss Granger?"
"Yes, I would want to ruin your fun. And that's not my name."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Well. I don't care if you want to ruin my fun. We're going to have fun anyway. Come now, Miss Granger, you'll enjoy it."
She was about ready to rip the head off of this guy. "That is not my name, you god damn mother fucker!" She screamed finally. She was tired of this.
"Fiesty. Just how I like 'em."
The captor got very up close and personal, his smile mischievous and dashing at the same time. This was infuriating.
"So, Miss Granger, what's in the bag?"
So that's what this was all about. The small trinket she had bought just prior to this.
"Nothing. Just something for a friend of mine." She said, hoping to cover up anything he might catch.
She shouldn't have gone in the first place. She knew it was a bad idea to go get this, yet she went because she wanted to get it for her friend. She would have felt bad if she hadn't gotten it.
"For a friend? What friend?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes, Miss Granger, you'll find that it does indeed matter. Now if you'll please answer my original question, what's in the bag?"
"Just a small trinket. Nothing expensive or of any worth."
"Is that so? So you won't mind if I take a look at this trinket?"
"No! Get your hands off my stuff."
"Well then. I'll keep my hands off your stuff. But, Miss Granger, my hands need something to do. What can I do with my hands?"
"You can go fuck yourself for all I care."
"Well, I agree. But I wasn't thinking myself. I was thinking more in the area of you."
"Don't you dare touch me."
"Or what?"
"The moment I get free, I will kill you. With my bare hands."
"Oh really, Miss Granger?"
"Yes, really. And that's not my name."
"I'd like to see you try." And with the flick of her captor's wand, the woman's clothes had vanished.
And for the next hour, he gently tortured her every few minutes asking her what was in the bag. She would always answer with nothing, it was for a friend.
Finally after an hour of torturing, he knew she wasn't going to say anything unless he really did some damage. He hated doing this, but it must be done sometimes.
"I will ask you one more time, Miss Granger. What is in the bag?"
"Just something for a friend." She gasped out. She was exhausted and spent. This was taking a toll out of her.
The captor sighed and grabbed a few tools from a table near him.
As he started torturing her, she screamed.
"Come now Miss Granger, just tell me what is in the bag." He yelled over her screams.
"Say my real name!" She screamed loudly.
"Just tell me whats in the bag, Miss Granger."
"Say my real name, and I'll tell you."
"Mrs. Malfoy, then. What's in the bag."
"An anniversary present. A nice gold watch. Happy now?"
"You promised me we wouldn't spend more than 40 Galleons on each other. This has got to be at least 60."
"100 if you are really that concerned."