Falerina waited for what seemed like ages for Lucius to show up at Hogwarts. But there was no sign of him. Falerina was getting moody, putting on a scowl that seemed to frighten every student at Hogwarts. She'd given one second-year Hufflepuff nasty boils on her face for bumping into her in the hallway. Luckily, Diona and Clarimunda was there to sort it out. Falerina had simply stormed off in a rage, leaving the Hufflepuff crying, saying something about telling Dumbledore. Diona and Clarimunda threatened to beat her up every day for the rest of her life if she told anyone. Problem solved.

Diona tried asking Falerina what was wrong, but had given it up after a lot of swearing and "leave me alone"s from Falerina.

And Falerina on the other hand, had even taken to wearing the squidgy vibrating muggle-thing again. But it didn't work. Only Lucius could activate it. She started to hate him. HATE him. But being the moody creature she was, not even the hate lasted for long, and she found herself giving up. She refused to wait for him, thinking that if he didn't want her, she was too good for him. She had to find something else. But that was near impossible here at Hogwarts. All boys or grumpy old professors. She could, of course do Snape, but she suspected that would be less than good, so: no. And that greasy hair...

Then one night, when she had given up all hope of ever having visits again, she woke up feeling a gloved hand press over her mouth. At first she panicked, but soon realized whose gloved hand it was.

"Say nothing," he murmured to her, gently lifting her up from the bed, ripping her nightgown off. Naked and shivering and with his hands still clamped over her mouth smelling the leather, she wondered how the hell he'd managed to get into the girls dormitories. It was supposed to be impossible for boys or men to enter. Yet, here was Lucius, and he was tying her hands behind her back.

"Move," he said quietly. "Don't worry about your friends, I've spent the past week setting up a time-stopper spell around the north tower. All of Gryffindor is frozen, you might say."

He pushed her down the stairs, into the common room, and threw her onto the rug. With a wave of his wand, the fire started roaring, and Falerina edged a little closer to it, she had goosebumps all over. Midnight at Hogwarts wasn't exactly like a warm summers day.

By the table next to the fire, Lucius had sat himself down in a large comfy chair, pouring himself a glass of brandy. He was looking at the flames, ignoring Falerina.

"Untie me, Lucius," Falerina was sitting on her knees, hands behind her back, looking up at him.

"No," was his simple reply. And he didn't even look at her. Falerina was furious.

"Don't leave me tied up like this!"

"Angry Falerina? Good. I like you that way," he faced her and gave her one of those wicked smiles of his. A smile that makes you uncertain whether he wants to fuck you or hurt you. Maybe both.

He poured his second brandy and sipped it while looking at Falerina, still sitting on the floor, but now her cheeks were tainted red with the flush of anger, and her eyes, usually full of steppes and wolves and snow, now burning with blue flames.

Oh, yes, Falerina was pissed off. She struggled to get up, wanting to walk over to Lucius and bite him, kick him, something, but that was easier said than done with her hands tied up behind her back. She fell over with a 'thud,' her head missing the chair with only a few centimetres. Lucius laughed, that sort of good, deep laugh that stems from the very toes and up. Then he finished his brandy and with gentle hands, lifted Falerina up from the floor. The cold touch of his leather gloves made her shiver, it also made her smirk, he wore those gloves only because he knew how much Falerina liked it, so no matter how badly he treated her, she knew he was doing it all for her. And himself. Lucius, of course, wouldn't do something unless there was something in it for him. And he was into seeing Falerina pissed off, naked and all tied up.

Now Lucius was standing in front of her, caressing the curves of her body with his right index finger, while holding his left hand on her well-shaped buttock. He was studying every square-centimetre of her skin, smiling whenever he saw faint scars, scars he had inflicted.

"We're not staying here all night" he said after a while. Falerina noticed the bulge in his pants. Something longing to get out. "There's a happening at Hades' Labyrinth tonight."

"What sort of happening?" Falerina said with a grimace, the ropes were cutting into her wrists.

"Nothing you'll ever see here at Hogwarts," he smiled at her.

Such a fucking demon, Falerina thought. That smile he had was priceless, evil as fuck and still possessing the power to make any woman go all wobbly in the knees.

Lucius pulled out some Floo Powder.

"Did you know that you can actually snort this stuff and get a reasonable high from it?" Falerina didn't answer, she'd heard from Diona what it was like. From Diona's horrid clubbing-past in Knockturn Alley. "I wouldn't recommend it though, it eats away at your brain cells." No shit, Falerina thought, Diona must have snorted her way past every grate in Diagon Alley, stupid cow.

Anyways, Floo Powder in fire, fire go green, Lucius hauling Falerina inside after him, "Hades' Labyrinth!"

Steeping out of the grate outside Hades' Labyrinth, Lucius used a simple spell to clean himself and his clothes. Falerina, still very naked and very tied, asked him if he'd do the same to her.

"No," came the reply. "I like you dirty. Pardon the pun." And he gave a little laugh.

He shoved her inside the club, using the secret password to open the entrance, and Falerina was taken aback from what she saw. The walls were covered in polished black stone, just like the last time she'd been there, but the furniture had changed. No piles of cushions in the corners, no tables or barstools, and there were racks and bars fitted into the walls, with chains dangling from them. There was only one table, a large one, upon which were displayed whips, knives and other things Falerina could only guess at what was. There were seven or eight people in the room, some obviously foreign, and all dressed in well tailored wizard robes, like Lucius. You could practically smell money in the air.

Falerina looked upon everything with interest. And Lucius noticed.

"I do hope you're up for this," he whispered in her ear. "Tonight's activities are all considered illegal. But whether you're up for it or not: you are going to watch. I don't care if it makes you sick or disgusted."

"Oh, but you do care," Falerina smiled up at him. "I know you do."

Lucius reply was a long, deep kiss. The kind they write songs about. And then, he put his gloved hand around her neck, pushing her in front of him towards the hidden door to his private chamber here at Hades'. He made a gesture towards the other people present, then pushed Falerina through the door and onto the floor.

"Ouch!" Falerina could feel a bruise starting to form on her knee.

"Sh!," Lucius said, stepping past her. He grabbed a long, black silk rope lying on a table, then turned back to Falerina. He untied her hands, giving Falerina a minute or so to massage her wrists before tying them again with the silk rope. It was gentler on her skin and he didn't tie it so damn hard either.

"There, "he said. "That looks better."

Falerina wanted to quip back with some remark that she was still covered in ash and Floo Powder and that her hair was a complete mess, a small piece of silk could hardly make a fucking difference, but decided against it when Lucius pulled out a razor from his pocket.

He made a quick, shallow slash on her shoulder, producing a drop or two of blood, which he licked up.

"Lovely."

He lifted her up from the floor, and together they walked back into the main room of Hades' Labyrinth. Lucius parked her right in front of the dark but rich wizards, greeting them all by first name. He then motioned towards Falerina, saying she was not to be touched by any of them, she belonged to him and him alone. Falerina was tempted to roll her eyes over that last comment, but Lucius had placed a hand over her mouth and bit her on her upper arm. It hurt.

One might think that Falerina would feel a bit uncomfortable right now, completely naked in front of a group of wizards she'd never met before, but no. She figured it came with the territory of being Lucius' little plaything. Besides, she quite enjoyed being admired by people. But this being tied up for hours on end was a bitch. Oh well, she'd get what she deserved eventually. And she did have some patience when it came to sex, the longer you wait, the sweeter the reward, blah blah blah.

There was only one muggle-servant working here this night, and Lucius told the Imperius-cursed thing to get him a bottle of brandy, which the thing did. Falerina was given a few sips herself, and it warmed her up a bit. Lucius sat down in a large, comfy chair, a dark red velvet, and he summoned up a cushion of the same colour for Falerina to sit on. Lucius wanted her to sit on the floor next to his feet, and she did, ignoring the other wizards completely. Lucius' word was law, and especially here, his own exclusive nightclub.

More chairs were conjured up, and eventually everyone was sitting down facing a wall with some steel bars and chains on it, chatting happily, fondling their wands. Yes, their wands. Drinks were handed out, anything you wished for. Falerina couldn't hold a glass of her own, Lucius refused to untie her, so he would occasionally share his brandy with her. Sharing his glass of brandy with her was his way of showing affection, no one touched his brandy. Only Falerina were allowed this special service. Falerina was allowed a lot actually. I'm all tied up, but I'm quite lucky considering, she thought, licking a few drops of burning brandy from her lips. What she really wanted was to lick brandy from Lucius' lips, but he was busy talking to some wizard, probably a German one considering his accent.

The mood was getting quite festive in a dark and weird sort of way. Lucius finally snapped his fingers, and the muggle-servant promptly opened a door behind them and brought out another muggle. A man in his twenties, wearing nothing but a pair of torn jeans. Falerina had to stop herself from gasping out load with a bit of drooling to follow: the man was gorgeous. She could actually fuck this muggle, that is how fine he was. Not as fantastically luscious as Lucius, but as close as you'd get basically. In a muggle sort of way.

"Do you like him?" Falerina was a bit startled as Lucius leant down towards her and asked.

"Yes, I do. He is lovely."

"Glad you like him. His name is Roger, I think."

Falerina nodded, watching two wizards chaining him up against the wall. This was going to get fucking ugly.

Lucius was running his fingers through Falerina's hair, watching her watching Roger. A faint smile creeping across his lips.

"Tell me, "he whispered, "In detail, what is it that you like about him?"

Poor little Roger was whimpering, he had just seen the table with all the whips and things. Falerina looked up at Lucius, making sure she had his full attention before opening her mouth. Staring into his cold grey eyes, she started describing to him what she liked about Roger.

"Well," she began softly. "I really like his skin. I can smell it from here. He's a bit scared, isn't he? He has a sheen of perspiration on his torso, and I like that. His muscles. The way his skin tone beautifully enhances the outline of his pecs and six-pack."

Falerina took a break. Lucius dipped his fingers

in his glass of brandy and traced them across Falerina's lips. She was watching Roger, eating him up with her eyes. He was perfect. He had well-defined muscles, but still wasn't large and bulky, and had a warm, soft copper colour. His eyes where dark brown, and darting madly around the room, frightened. And then there were his arms.

"I like his arms the most. And his shoulders," Falerina Continued. Lucius was cast a glance towards Roger, trying to see him the way Falerina saw him. "He has strong, broad shoulders. And arms that can hold you, carry you."

"You have a thing with arms, don't you?" Lucius smiled at her, and Falerina nodded. Shifting her position a bit. Even the silk rope was uncomfortable now.

"Arms are lovely," she said to him. "The bumpy bit on the outside of the upper arm, the muscle there... lovely. But the best part is on the lower arm. The bit just below the elbow. Roger is a perfect example, almost as good as you."

Lucius leant back into his chair again, smiling.

All around them, the wizards were chatting happily, but it was obvious they were waiting for something. Waiting for Lucius.

Lucius sat his drink on a small table, got up and took off his robe. Unbuttoning the cuffs on his shirt, he said to the wizards staring at him with anticipation in their eyes:

"Shall we begin then?"

He pointed at the wizard with the german accent, and the wizard promptly walked over to the table, picked up a small leather whip and approach poor Roger chained to the wall. Two other wizards turned Roger around, so that he was facing the wall, and then there was some muggle-whipping.

Lucius had by this time taken off his shirt, and was standing next to Falerina in all his marble god lusciousness. Damn, he's sexy, was all Falerina could think. He looked as if he was carved out of stone, and his presence exuded power, pure power. Holding a knife in one hand and his mahogany wand in the other.

Someone had decided it would be better to gag

Roger, screams made it hard for the wizards to have a normal conversation. Falerina nudged Lucius' knee.

"What is going to happen to Roger? And who are these wizards?"

"From now on, you won't open your mouth unless I ask you something. Ok? You are going to watch, nothing else. And as for Roger... well, it's only a muggle after all."

Falerina's mouth fell open for a second or two. She knew now. This wasn't going to be just a night of muggle torture, these wizards, lead by Lucius, were going to kill him. Well, she thought after collecting herself, might as well just sit back, relax and enjoy the show. This must be some exclusive group of people. Rich and powerful enough to partake in muggle killings in Hades' Labyrinth. Goddamn, she was in posh company. Wonder if Narcissa knows about this? Probably not.

Lucius did a couple of Crucio curses on Roger, making his body arch and twist as if electricity was surging through his body. Sweat was breaking out all over his body, making it shiny, accentuating the red and pink welts from the previous whipping.

Several of the wizards wanted to have a go at the muggle, and Lucius indulged them, for a while, letting them all try out a few unforgivables on him. But eventually he decided that enough was enough and ordered everyone to be seated. Hades' was Lucius' club, and he was in charge of this night. The muggle belonged to him.

Roger was now chained up against the wall, facing everyone, much the way Falerina had been tied up in the Come and Go Room at Hogwarts by Lucius once. And Lucius, bare from the waist up, was looking at Roger, eyes brimming over with something that could only be power. Lucius could and would do anything he wanted to the body in front of him, and the muggle was just starting to realize it. His eyes, dulled by pain, were trying to focus on the impressive figure in front of them. As brutal as the depths of hell, but twice as charming. At least, that's what Falerina thought.

It took Lucius the better part of two hours to transform Roger from a healthy muggle to a right bloody mess. Lucius had whipped him, hit him, cursed him in more ways than Falerina thought possible and used knives in a very creative manner. The small groups of wizards had been cheering and clapping their hands at first, but after a while they turned silent. They saw what Falerina saw: Lucius changed. To Falerina it was like those stories she'd read when she was a little girl and had just found the library at Durmstrang. She'd sit there for hours on end reading stories from up north. Stories about aggression, shape-changing. That was what happened to Lucius. He let his inner demon come out and play, letting it take him over completely for once.

Falerina loved it. When Lucius was finished hacking away at the dead body in front of him, he turned around and faced his crowd. No one dared look him in the eyes, except for Falerina, but even she couldn't look into them for long. He walked over to her, his bare torso covered in blood and sweat. He knelt down and cut her loose, and gently he lifted her up and kissed her. The way only Lucius could kiss. She ran her hands all over him, feeling the sticky mess, and when their eyes meet they had the same look in them: pure lust.