A/N: I know it's been ages AGAIN since my last update. I apologize things are hectic but I will never forget about my stories. The farther this story progresses though, the darker, sinister, and 'rated M' it gets! I'm just warning you now before I receive PMs flaming me…

So before I rant more, enjoy and please review afterwards!


The crowd slowly dispersed and my mouth was still agape with shock. Lucius Malfoy's prize? More like slave. Today is the day I lose my liberty, forget my dignity, my freedom is officially a myth. Does this make me Draco's slave too? I don't see him here. I'm pretty sure he's a Death Eater too but he's no where in sight. He's probably still at school, the treacherous git.

"C'mon down lover girl."

"I am not Harry Potter's LOVER." I hissed at him and it earned me a harsh slap across my face. I gasped and refused to look him in the eyes but he gripped my chin and forced me to look up.

"Let this be your first lesson: I do not deal with back sass, and I don't deal with arrogance. You will further address me as Master, and will only speak when I allow you to. Are we clear?" He tightened his other hand around my neck and I nodded hard. "Good."


I heard a loud pop as we apparated to Merlin knows where. Before we were off, Lucius paid the creepiest little man with a hump for a back quite handsomely and gave me a glorified smirk. He then gagged me and proceeded to cover my head with a burlap sack which reeked terribly.

It was a while before he decided to unveil me. In that time so many morbid thoughts ran through my head. What did he even want with me? I'm of no important use to him which made me feel even worse because that meant this was pure voluntary choice of torture. No specific orders, just for his pleasure. Anything could happen and that's what scared me the most.

As he yanked off the sack, Lucius shoved me backwards with brute force. Luckily I landed on a bed but given my current situation, there was nothing for me to be grateful for at the moment.

While I had the chance to glance around, the room was circular and brick walled almost like a dungeon. If this was their dungeon though, I would label it "luxury dungeon". I'm pretty sure dungeons don't come equipped with a walk in closet, a huge marble designed bathroom, and a king sized four poster bed.

My thoughts and observations were interrupted by Lucius climbing atop the bed. My eyes widened as he snaked his way on top of me, hovering. I helplessly tried to wiggle away from him with my hand still tied behind my back. My efforts were cut short when he fiercely grabbed my neck and squeezed with just one hand.

I started to panic as my air supply was slowly fading. The more I jerked, the bigger his smile was. With his other hand he moved several strands of hair away from my ear and whispered harshly, "Here no one can here you scream, here no one cares who you are, here…I will make your life a living hell. You are mine, and freedom does not exist." He abruptly released my throat and I gasped for air.

Throbbing, my eyes threatened to betray my will with tears but I bit them back for the sake of sanity. I knew once I let the tears flow an overwhelming amount of depression and helplessness would sink in. I refused to let myself get to that point for fear of giving up on life. I'm not one to give up so easily.

For a moment, Lucius lingered and as he reached down behind my back to untie me, he inhaled deeply while his nose swept past my hair. I resisted the reflex to vomit, but that doesn't mean it was any less disgusting to me.

This is NOT happening…

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" My voice cracked from shock.

He answered me by picking me up by the hair and throwing me against the headboard.

"You've no right to talk to me that way slave…and out of turn nonetheless," his demeanor was calm and steady but his tone hinted underlying violence.

I whimpered involuntarily which resulted in Lucius flashing me a vicious smile. From then his gaze traveled my whole body and an uneasy shiver resonated through my being. He tried to reapproach me but not before being interrupted.

"Lucius," a woman's voice called out in the hallway. "Lucius, is that you?"

He cursed under his breath and noticed my tension relax. Scowling, he grunted and swiftly headed for the door, but not before turning back around to face me with a grave look in his eyes that sent a chill straight to my core.

"Don't think this is over, slave. It only gets worse from here on out. When I am through with you, you shall be begging me for the sweet release of death," he lingered on that last part before dramatically exiting the room.

From there I sat there silently on the bed, tears steadily flowing from my eyes. To be honest, I'm not sure if I was truly crying or not. The tears would come, but I had no energy to support them with whimpers, shakes, or even sniffles. Up to this point I was in such a state of shock.

I missed my sister. I treated her like shit but I missed her dearly. And Faith? I pray Faith is safe. The part that hurts the most is there is absolutely no way for me to find out the whereabouts on my best friend. The next worse feeling? Holding myself responsible for her outcome. I should have just listened to Hermione from the start. She's rarely ever wrong, even still I defied her all out of childish immaturity.

Now look where that's gotten me.

STUPID!

Why am I not trying to escape?

I scooted over to the edge of the bed and immediately doubled over in pain.

That's why…

From less than half an hour of abuse, my body is already starting to bruise and ache. More of a reason to look for a way out!

I tried the windows, but they were enchanted. I discovered this the hard way. As soon as I opened it up and tried to fit one leg out, a searing pain shot throughout it. It definitely sent me on my ass, but that didn't stop me from finding alternatives.

Of course, the door was the most obvious place to look but when I creaked it open, there were curious little house elves walking by along with a couple strange looking men wandering the halls. Too many people, too many witnesses and obstacles I cannot face without my wand.

My wand.

I doubt it's in this room with me all alone. Lucius is a sick twisted man, but he's not so foolish. Against powerful wizards and witches, Death Eaters on top of that; I am a useless muggle without my wand. I trudged back to the bed in defeat and threw myself on one of the throw pillows.

Letting the tears flow without any resistance, I finally allowed myself to sob. I'm officially admitting to myself that my great adventure ended. My life may soon end. Even if I'm missed, it will not consolidate the pain I know I will later endure. No more Harry, no more Hermione, no more Faith, no Ron, the twins, Ginny, nobody. I will never see my parents again.

Exhaustion and depression finally settled their scores and took its toll on my body. My last thoughts before my uninvited veil of sleep, was how no matter what happens here…I will not give up without a fight. No matter how useless, hopeless, or pointless my attempts will be…I will put up a fight until the very end. I will challenge all and any with all my might until my dying breath.


I CONFESS I DID NOT EDIT!

Ok I know that was pretty short, but I wanted to keep it this way. The point is I want to start keeping them to 1k-3k words so that I can update quicker and you guys can read up faster. Sounds good? If not, review and let me know your feelings on new chapter lengths as well as satisfactory ratings on this new updated chapter.