-Chapter 14-

Ginny groaned as she opened her eyes. It was dark save for a dim lamp. She was in a bed, a comfortable bed. It definitely wasn't hers or anyone's she'd ever been in before. She could tell that she had taken multiple stunners, every bit of her body hurt. She sat up and looked around, straining to see what was around the room. Ginny reached for the lamp and turned it up, a little bit more of the room came into focus. It was a small room with only a bed and a desk. There were two doors. Ginny got out of bed and reached for the doorknob closest to the bed but it gave her a nasty shock.

"Fuck!" Ginny shook her hand. Her fingertips burned. She walked over to the desk and opened each drawer, one drawer had parchment, quills and a bottle of ink, and the rest were bare. She heard a creak just outside of the door and backed against one of the walls as the doorknob turned and the door swung open.

"Food," a gruff voice spoke. It belonged to a man, he was tall and skinny. Ginny could smell fire whiskey and sweat. She watched as his eyes leered at her, examining her up and down. He set a tray down on the desk. He looked over his shoulder then walked towards Ginny. "Pretty little blood-traitor, aren't you?" He reached his hand out and Ginny scrambled away.

"Do not touch!"

Narcissa Malfoy's voice echoed through the room and the tall man turned away from Ginny and slipped out the door.

"Where the fuck am I?" Ginny demanded to know.

"I thought that would be obvious to you by now. Eat your lunch, I want to keep you healthy."

"Fuck you, Narcissa." Ginny picked up the tray and threw it at the wall. "Where the hell is my family?"

"I have none of them. As far as I know, they are safe. If any harm comes to them it will not be at my hand."

"You really think this is going to get Draco out of Azkaban? The only thing this is going to do is land you in a cell with that pathetic excuse of a man you call your husband."

"Mouthy little Weasley, aren't you? If you're going to be that way I suppose we can always dispose of you and use someone else instead. That Lovegood girl would do quite nicely…"

Ginny let out a short squeal. Narcissa smiled. It was quite possibly the most evil smile Ginny had ever seen.

"What do you want from me? Fuck…just tell me what to do and I'll do it if you leave everyone alone."

"I thought that might get you to cooperate. I'll let you know when we can use you. Should I send you another tray or will you pitch it against the wall as well?"

"I'm not hungry." Ginny crossed her arms over her stomach. She was starving.

"I have no intention of poisoning you, Ginny. I need you alive and in good health." Narcissa aimed her wand at the mess on the floor. "Tergeo." The mess Ginny made cleaned itself up. The silver dishes and cutlery arranged themselves on the tray and it lifted back onto the desk. "Rabastan! Come get this tray and bring our guest a new one."

Ginny looked curiously at the man who came back in the room. He licked his lips as he looked at her again.

"Rabastan…Lestrange?! He's supposed to be dead!" Ginny exclaimed as the man walked out the door.

"Apparently he isn't."

"You know that my entire family plus the Ministry are going to be looking for me, right?"

"I have protections in place."

Narcissa and Ginny waited silently in the small room for Rabastan to return. Ginny sat on the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest, determined to keep the disgusting man from looking at her. He snarled at her when he brought the tray back up.

"Someone will retrieve the tray later. Your bathroom is there." Narcissa pointed to the second door. "There is an Anti-Disapparition jinx on your room. There are no windows, no fireplaces, and no secret passages so don't bother trying to escape."

Ginny scowled and Narcissa left the room. Ginny got up off the floor and moved the lamp from the bed side table to the desk. On the tray there was a glass of milk, a hot ham and cheese sandwich, fresh chips, and a bowl of rice pudding. She picked the lamp up again and went into the bathroom. It was small, only a toilet, single stall shower and sink. There wasn't even a mirror. She walked back into the bedroom and looked at every corner and every wall.

"Fan-bloody-tastic," she said as she sat down at the desk. She looked over the sandwich. It didn't look or smell as though it had any poisons cooked into it. She let it touch her lips and it didn't taste as though anything malicious had been done to it. She ate her lunch and thought about how she could possibly make her escape.