Miserable

Feeling as though she were stuck to the chair, Narcissa was stock still while the meeting was conducted. The time went by fast and her head spun as she realized that she was supposed to be serving the brandy. Lucius gave her the look that she knew meant she would pay for it later. After she was dismissed from the presence of the men, she went up to her room. Wishing she hadn't given up her friends, she stood in the middle of the expensive Italian rug and wondered why she had thought Lucius was everything to her. More important than the friends that she now realized she needed the most.

Flinging herself onto the expansive bed, she quelled her helplessness and tried to rationalize that she wasn't alone. 'Besides,' she thought to herself, 'I can barely admit that deep down, I love all these things that would frighten any other normal person. I'm sick' she concluded to herself, feeling alone in the world again. Getting up, she went into the bathroom and ran a bath for herself. Going back into the bedroom in only her silk robe to retrieve something to tie back her hair, she was greeted by the sight of an annoyed Lucius.

"Aren't you going to explain what happened down there? Did you daze off in front of that many important people? I thought I trained you better than that!" Lucius snarled in her direction and she flinched, knowing what was in store. "Get undressed now. We're going to punish you."

Mentally throwing her plans out of the window, she slowly slipped off the robe. Fingernails dug into her hip as she surrendered her body to his demands. Her mind slipped out of her body and watched the scene unfold from above. Whip lines racing down her back and the blood splattering against the floor was enough to make her weep for the poor body which she inhabited. Feeling the wounds recluse was even more painful than the actual lashing. Curled on the floor, wishing her husband away, Narcissa tried to ignore the pool she lay in. Knowing this was only the beginning made her sob even more deeply.

Lucius roughly dragged her from the floor, threw her on the bed and entered her. Taking her mind away, she only reminded herself to make the appropriate sounds when necessary. Finally sated, Lucius healed the wounds he caused with his nails up and down her perfect breasts. The skin smoothed and regained its porcelain quality that she was known for. Kissing the bruises he had made, Lucius sweet-talked her.

"You know not to make me angry. I don't like doing this, but if you don't behave as asked, you need to be punished. I know you're hurt, but don't forget, I love you. So beautiful..." he trailed off as his eyes wandered her now repaired and gleaming body appreciatively. "Now, let's hope you remember what happens when you daydream during a meeting. Our Lord will not appreciate it and he will not be as lenient as I have been. You know I love you. You make me complete..." he whispered in a sleep-heavy voice and drifted into dreams with his head on her breast.

"You make me completely miserable," she responded to the silence.