Disclaimer: Do not own. JK Rowlings. Not mine. Wish it was.
Victoria was silent on their way home. Draco chattered to her to fill the silence, but she only nodded. When they got home, she rushed to her room wiht her wand and books. She needed to learn something, anything, to keep Lucius from touching her. She spent the next five hours searching her textbooks for defensive spells. Estelle brought her lunch.
"Studying already?" She asked, amused at the scattered books. "You don't leave for at least a month."
"I like to be prepared." she said, not looking up from Defense Against The Dark Arts Year 5 and grabbing the sandwitch off the plate. Estelle shook her head and started picking up books and stacking them neatly on Victoria's empty bookshelf.
"Would you like to learn that healing spell now?" Estelle asked, still straightening up. Victoria slammed the book closed and bounced off her bed.
"Yes, please!" she said, not forgetting her manners. Estelle laughed, but proceeded to teach her how to mend cuts and burns. "How come you live here instead of St. Mungo's?" Victoria asked when they were done. Estelle smiled sadly.
"You could say I'm bound to this household." she said, taking her leave. Victoria sighed in frustration. Every time she got close to figuring out who Estelle was, she lost it. She rubbed her eyes in frustration and exaustion. She checked the time to see it was still a little bit early. A quick shower wasn't out of the question. after all, Lucius only came late at night. Victoria decided she would risk it, taking her new wand out of it's case. Quickly, she ran to the bathroom and undressed. Jumping into the shower, she tried to wash her hair while keeping an eye on the clock, but it was impossible. Her shower was built so that she had to turn her back to the entire bathroom. She sighed and figured he couldn't sneak up on her. But just as she was rinsing the suds out of her hair, she heard someone behind her. Befor she could turn around she heard him say
"Crucio." Pain racked her body, making her collaps twitching and screaming on the shower floor. through glazed eyes, she saw a black-clad figure reach for the shower knobs. the steaming hot water slowly turned fridged, enhancing her aching body. She moaned and tried to move away from the icy stream. "Crucio." He whispered again. Every single one of her nerves were on fire. She gasped and choked on water as she thrashed around. "Get up." He hissed. She tried, but she was exhausted and landed painfully on all fours. He roughly grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her feet. He slammed her into the tiled wall. Her head cracked against the cold stone, disorienting her. He held her against the wall, turning off the water and pressing down the H knob. Half of the shower collapsed inward, revealing a secret stairway. "Walk." He said, shoving her towards the entrance. She stopped, regaining her senses. He shoved her again and, trembling, she started walking down the stairs. She shivered and crossed her arms. it would have been cold even if she had been wearing clothes, but in her curren wet state, it was freezing. they slowly made their way down to the dungeon. Victoria looked around. Even though braziers were burning, it gave no warmth to the cold stone room. a small wooden table with shackles was standing slightly off center. there was a rattle of chain and Victoria felt a strap of leather circle her throat. the collar tightened painfully as she was jerked backwards. she gasped and tried to loosen the strap. Lucius yanked at the chain again, cutting of her air supply. she choked, tears springing to her eyes. "This is puishment." he hissed into her ear, dragging her to the table and pulling her onto it, belly down. there was another rattle of chains as Lucius wrapped the heavy shackles around her wrists and ankles. she heard the snap of a whip. the sting wasn't the usual sharp snap of the riding crop, but the warm soreness of a wide leather paddle. Slowly and surely, He whipped her, each stroke overlapping the first to get every inch of skin, teasing every tortured whimper and agonized scream out of her tired lungs. Redness filmed her sight and blackness ate at the edges of her mind.
"S-stop...please..." she rasped in a defeated breath, but Lucius either didn't hear or chose not to, for he continued until Victoria sank into a dark oblivion.
Oooh, i am demented! i fel like i captured the angry Lucius in this one. He's the only one who acts like he should. This one is short, but chunky! Now, i'm not giving anyone any hints, but the net chapter may contain some sweet Harry love (and a jelouse Draco). I love you ALL!! Rate, but mostly review...but not too much.