A Source of Amusement
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,823
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Source of Amusement
thanks to Jubilee for the beta!
A Source of Amusement
The blood started to congeal in her hair. It was pure blood, but still tainted by the dirt from the dungeon floor.
Lucius smiled at the irony of the situation and at the girl that was curled in a ball at his feet. He loved seeing her like this, so fragile and ready for what he had in store for her.
“It may seem like a morbid fascination of mine, but I’ve always found the Weasley hair to be quite fascinating,” he said as he stepped over Ginny to retrieve the knife he had patiently saved to use until this session.
“Each Weasley descendent has been cursed with a unique copper color to their hair.”
Lit by candlelight, the blade flashed across the room. Torture by candlelight— he had a bit of a romantic side to him.
“I’m sure you will appreciate this, Ginny, dear.”
Lucius smiled and kneeled down in front of her. She tried to curl into a tighter ball, but Lucius caught her by the hair. His nails pressed the blood and dirt deeper into the scalp. He forced her up with a tug of his hand until she was on her knees before him.
“Copper’s a pure metal. It has special, unique qualities, and it’s still highly regarded in the wizarding world.”
She saw the knife.
Ginny could feel the cold metal as he pressed it against her cheek. Then, she felt the sharp twinge as he brought it down to slice her lip open. As the blood ran down her chin, Ginny finally began to feel afraid.
“It’s a commonplace metal that’s affordable for even your family.”
Without breaking contact with her skin, Lucius drew the blade from her mouth over to her cheek. He smiled at his new canvas.
Blood flooded her mouth, and for the first time since the beginning of his many visits, Ginny tasted her own blood. It tasted like life. It reminded her that she was still alive, and for that, she was grateful.
“However, copper’s an inferior metal. Though it contains some of the same magical qualities as silver and gold, it does not share the same potency for magic.”
Lucius used the blade of the knife to smear the blood across her cheek in even strokes. It was beautiful, though he was already starting to tire of his new plaything.
“Often, copper can be used as a substitute for silver in spells, but with a diminished effect. It often reduces a powerful incantation to a merely adequate one.”
With an easy movement, he had Ginny on her back. He brought the knife to her breast and pushed away what was left of her clothing. His next movement was quick as lightning, and the tip of the blade was already an inch deep before she cried out for him to stop. Lucius enjoyed the sensation of her writhing beneath him as shrieked and sobbed, begging for release. The blood was pouring out from her cheek and from her breast.
Ginny’s eyes filled with tears of shame. Her arms were stretched out from her sides as if she were being crucified. Lucius abruptly released her and stood up to deliver a swift kick to her ribs. She clutched at herself and rolled over onto her side with a miserable moan.
“You are not a martyr, dear, dear Ginny. You’ve begged and pleaded for your life far too often to maintain that kind of status. Please don’t act like one now.”
He drew her back over to face him and continued in his measured slices to her face as he saw fit.
Lucius stopped in mid stroke and brought the blade down to her throat. “Are you listening, Ginny, dear?”
“Yes, I’m listening,” she choked out the worlds, each syllable pressing the blade further into her skin, each syllable drawing more blood.
“Good. Now, what is copper?” he asked as he lazily dragged the knife horizontally across her neck, cutting a superficial line.
“A pure metal!” There was so much blood that Lucius was starting to get giddy. She made a rather fetching sight for a Weasley. Maybe it was the writhing on the floor with pale skin marked by steaks of dirt. The blood was starting to match her now seemingly dull hair. He was happy with the results of this session, and yet, not happy enough.
“What is copper now, Ginny love?” he persisted.
She could see it in his eyes— eyes wide with excitement and hair slightly disheveled. Every time she saw that look, it meant that he was ready to go further than he ever had before. Each time brought her closer and closer to death. She knew there would only be a few similar sessions left to go.
However, the realization did give her a small amount of hope. It was a fierce, Gryffindor hope, and it carried her through the worst of his torture.
“Inferior,” she choked out, despite the blood in her mouth.
“What? I didn’t quite hear you… It’s so noisy in these dungeons.” His tone was so calm that they could have been commenting on the weather.
“It’s an inferior metal.”
Lucius smiled sweetly at the girl. “Yes, yes, it is.”
No matter what he did, Ginny thought, she knew that she would be rescued soon. All she needed was a couple more days. It was her hope that sustained her. She knew that she would make it through just a few more sessions, no matter what the bastard did. No matter how much blood she lost, he would always heal her. He needed her as much as she needed him. He needed her to be his plaything, and she needed him to keep her alive. Despite all else, Ginny knew that she was better than the man with a knife to her throat. She knew that she would survive this, and that he would be defeated. Good always won out over evil. Always.
Lucius didn’t miss the hope in her eyes. He treasured it. He would always remember that glimmer before he finally slid the knife into her stomach. He watched as the light from her eyes faded into darkness.
The knife went smoothly into the pink flesh. After the initial push, there was nothing but smooth pliability. It was like stabbing a pillow. He pulled it out an inch or two and then pushed it in again.
And again.
Over and over until he was groaning aloud. The blood spilled out onto his hand and coated the handle of the knife. It made everything feel warm and inviting.
Lucius finally shoved the knife in as far as it could go. As he pulled away, he realized that he had just come in his pants.
With a sigh, Lucius cleaned off the knife with his robes and walked back over to the corpse. He leaned down and clipped off a clean lock of hair. The once bright and fiery lock of hair reflected dully in the candlelight as he walked away from the mutilated girl in the corner of the chamber.
A Source of Amusement
The blood started to congeal in her hair. It was pure blood, but still tainted by the dirt from the dungeon floor.
Lucius smiled at the irony of the situation and at the girl that was curled in a ball at his feet. He loved seeing her like this, so fragile and ready for what he had in store for her.
“It may seem like a morbid fascination of mine, but I’ve always found the Weasley hair to be quite fascinating,” he said as he stepped over Ginny to retrieve the knife he had patiently saved to use until this session.
“Each Weasley descendent has been cursed with a unique copper color to their hair.”
Lit by candlelight, the blade flashed across the room. Torture by candlelight— he had a bit of a romantic side to him.
“I’m sure you will appreciate this, Ginny, dear.”
Lucius smiled and kneeled down in front of her. She tried to curl into a tighter ball, but Lucius caught her by the hair. His nails pressed the blood and dirt deeper into the scalp. He forced her up with a tug of his hand until she was on her knees before him.
“Copper’s a pure metal. It has special, unique qualities, and it’s still highly regarded in the wizarding world.”
She saw the knife.
Ginny could feel the cold metal as he pressed it against her cheek. Then, she felt the sharp twinge as he brought it down to slice her lip open. As the blood ran down her chin, Ginny finally began to feel afraid.
“It’s a commonplace metal that’s affordable for even your family.”
Without breaking contact with her skin, Lucius drew the blade from her mouth over to her cheek. He smiled at his new canvas.
Blood flooded her mouth, and for the first time since the beginning of his many visits, Ginny tasted her own blood. It tasted like life. It reminded her that she was still alive, and for that, she was grateful.
“However, copper’s an inferior metal. Though it contains some of the same magical qualities as silver and gold, it does not share the same potency for magic.”
Lucius used the blade of the knife to smear the blood across her cheek in even strokes. It was beautiful, though he was already starting to tire of his new plaything.
“Often, copper can be used as a substitute for silver in spells, but with a diminished effect. It often reduces a powerful incantation to a merely adequate one.”
With an easy movement, he had Ginny on her back. He brought the knife to her breast and pushed away what was left of her clothing. His next movement was quick as lightning, and the tip of the blade was already an inch deep before she cried out for him to stop. Lucius enjoyed the sensation of her writhing beneath him as shrieked and sobbed, begging for release. The blood was pouring out from her cheek and from her breast.
Ginny’s eyes filled with tears of shame. Her arms were stretched out from her sides as if she were being crucified. Lucius abruptly released her and stood up to deliver a swift kick to her ribs. She clutched at herself and rolled over onto her side with a miserable moan.
“You are not a martyr, dear, dear Ginny. You’ve begged and pleaded for your life far too often to maintain that kind of status. Please don’t act like one now.”
He drew her back over to face him and continued in his measured slices to her face as he saw fit.
Lucius stopped in mid stroke and brought the blade down to her throat. “Are you listening, Ginny, dear?”
“Yes, I’m listening,” she choked out the worlds, each syllable pressing the blade further into her skin, each syllable drawing more blood.
“Good. Now, what is copper?” he asked as he lazily dragged the knife horizontally across her neck, cutting a superficial line.
“A pure metal!” There was so much blood that Lucius was starting to get giddy. She made a rather fetching sight for a Weasley. Maybe it was the writhing on the floor with pale skin marked by steaks of dirt. The blood was starting to match her now seemingly dull hair. He was happy with the results of this session, and yet, not happy enough.
“What is copper now, Ginny love?” he persisted.
She could see it in his eyes— eyes wide with excitement and hair slightly disheveled. Every time she saw that look, it meant that he was ready to go further than he ever had before. Each time brought her closer and closer to death. She knew there would only be a few similar sessions left to go.
However, the realization did give her a small amount of hope. It was a fierce, Gryffindor hope, and it carried her through the worst of his torture.
“Inferior,” she choked out, despite the blood in her mouth.
“What? I didn’t quite hear you… It’s so noisy in these dungeons.” His tone was so calm that they could have been commenting on the weather.
“It’s an inferior metal.”
Lucius smiled sweetly at the girl. “Yes, yes, it is.”
No matter what he did, Ginny thought, she knew that she would be rescued soon. All she needed was a couple more days. It was her hope that sustained her. She knew that she would make it through just a few more sessions, no matter what the bastard did. No matter how much blood she lost, he would always heal her. He needed her as much as she needed him. He needed her to be his plaything, and she needed him to keep her alive. Despite all else, Ginny knew that she was better than the man with a knife to her throat. She knew that she would survive this, and that he would be defeated. Good always won out over evil. Always.
Lucius didn’t miss the hope in her eyes. He treasured it. He would always remember that glimmer before he finally slid the knife into her stomach. He watched as the light from her eyes faded into darkness.
The knife went smoothly into the pink flesh. After the initial push, there was nothing but smooth pliability. It was like stabbing a pillow. He pulled it out an inch or two and then pushed it in again.
And again.
Over and over until he was groaning aloud. The blood spilled out onto his hand and coated the handle of the knife. It made everything feel warm and inviting.
Lucius finally shoved the knife in as far as it could go. As he pulled away, he realized that he had just come in his pants.
With a sigh, Lucius cleaned off the knife with his robes and walked back over to the corpse. He leaned down and clipped off a clean lock of hair. The once bright and fiery lock of hair reflected dully in the candlelight as he walked away from the mutilated girl in the corner of the chamber.