The End Is The Beginning Is The End

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He entered the room prepared for specifically for her—Lucius was very clear in his instructions—a room that would possess all of the things she might desire. 

The bed was soft and comfortable. There were plenty of books to read.  Her meals were delicious, and she was given fine clothing to wear. 

Today she sat in a plush, comfortable chair, wearing  a loose fitting shift, the kind a woman usually wore to bed.  Her feet were tucked under her and she read from an ancient volume that was nearly twice the size of her.

When she recognized who had entered, she immediately froze.  He was certain that had he moved any faster, she would have bolted from her chair and into a corner of the room.

He liked that.

And it was difficult, but he manage to resist the urge to smile.

He made sure to keep his distance, his hands were crossed in front of him so that she could see he clearly held no wand.

Her eyes followed him, and the faintest detect of a shiver—of fear?—he hoped, sent a similar shiver down his spine, though for decidedly different reasons…

‘It seems that you are adapting well to your new surroundings, Ms. Granger.’  He paused, to see if she would answer, and when she didn’t he continued in the most pleasant of voices, ‘I think you may even have gained weight.  Which is good, because I don’t like my women thin—

‘I…am not…your woman.’ She spat the words out as if it were the most vile of things. 

In the most gentle of voices, he replied, ‘But you are, are you not, Ms. Granger?  Have I not sheltered you? Have I not provided for you?  Have I not…taken pleasure from you?’

The transformation on her face, from offended to mortified and then white-faced fear was absolutely priceless.  He positively glowed with satisfaction.  Yes, she knew to what he referred.

He wondered how well the lacerations on her had healed.

He knew she was thinking the same thing, and he could read her thoughts as clearly as if she had spoken them:

Is he going to hurt me?

Is he going to fuck me? 

Am I going to die?

It was a heady thing, to possess such power over another.  Fear…was truly a wonderful thing.  But this was just foreplay.  Because what waited her later…

The mere thought was enough to make his cock spring up, and so he turned his back on her. 

Lucius was, if anything, a gentleman.

‘Ms. Granger, why don’t you think about giving me the information that I seek in return for seeing to your every need—have I been anything less but hospitable to you?’  He paused, and became visibly thoughtful.

And he laughed lightly, the sound almost musical.

He turned sideways to study her pale face, ‘I understand.  Ms. Granger, you are feeling neglected and lonely, is that it?  I realize it has been nearly two weeks since I last gave you my full and undivided attention, and that is why you refuse to answer my questions.  How silly of me.  How about this then, I will come to you tonight, to this room, and give you my full attention.  Maybe then you will be more forthcoming.’

And he quietly slipped from the room, leaving her wide-eyed and terrified, because they both knew that ‘his full attention’ would be excruciatingly painful for her…and yet absolutely delightful for him.

He could not wait, because Lucius knew her as well as he knew himself, and he knew that even with the threat of hours of agonizing torture ahead, she would not buckle and tell him the truth.  He could not wait to begin.