Ginny's Training
As Ginny Weasley stepped into the eerie confines of the Time Bubble building, she was thrust into an existence that blurred the lines between reality and nightmare. For seven years, the building held her in its grasp, each day a relentless march towards breaking her spirit.
Ginny had spent the first week in a state of fear, anger, and defiance. The man who called himself Aiden, who demanded that she address him as "Master" or "Sir," was relentless in his attempts to break her will. But Ginny was determined to resist.
"Let me go!" Ginny shouted, her voice raw from days of screaming. She strained against the chains that bound her, her fiery spirit burning bright despite the cold, oppressive cell. "You have no right to keep me here!"
Aiden stood calmly before her, his expression unreadable. "You don't understand yet, Ginny," he said in a voice as smooth as silk. "But you will. You belong to me now, and the sooner you accept that, the easier this will be for you."
"I belong to no one!" Ginny spat, her eyes blazing with defiance. "You think you can just take me from my world and—"
"And remake you into something better," Aiden finished for her, his tone never wavering. "You will learn, Ginny. You will submit. It's only a matter of time."
"I'll never submit to you," Ginny hissed. "I'm not some... some toy for you to control!"
Aiden moved closer, his presence looming over her like a dark shadow. "You will submit, Ginny. Everyone does eventually. You can fight all you want, but in the end, you will kneel."
Ginny's heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and fury driving her to resist even more. "I'll never kneel to you. Never."
Aiden's gaze hardened. "Then we'll start with that. Kneel."
Ginny glared at him, her body trembling with anger. "No."
"Kneel," Aiden repeated, his voice as cold as ice. "You can make this difficult, or you can make it easy. But you will kneel."
"I said no!" Ginny shouted, her voice breaking with emotion.
Aiden sighed softly, shaking his head. "So much resistance... It's admirable, in a way. But it won't save you, Ginny. It will only prolong your suffering."
He began her first training session, commanding her to perform simple actions like kneeling, sitting, and standing. Ginny refused every command, her voice growing hoarser with each defiant shout.
"I won't do it!" she screamed. "You can't make me!"
"You're right," Aiden said, his tone eerily calm. "I won't make you. You'll choose to do it, once you understand that there is no other choice."
Ginny's refusal to comply with even the simplest commands continued for days, and each day Aiden returned with the same patient, unwavering demeanor. He repeated the commands over and over, his voice steady and unyielding, while Ginny's energy slowly drained away.
A full year had passed, and though Ginny's spirit had been battered by the relentless training, it was far from broken. Her defiance had not waned as much as Aiden had expected. Despite the endless commands, the isolation, and the psychological pressure, Ginny still resisted.
"You've been fighting me for a year now, Ginny," Aiden said one day, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. "You've shown strength, but it's only prolonging your suffering. Why won't you just give in?"
Ginny, now thinner and paler than she had been a year ago, still managed to summon the energy to glare at him. "Because I'm not like the others you've broken," she replied, her voice strained but resolute. "You'll never get me to submit."
Aiden studied her, his expression thoughtful. "Perhaps I underestimated you, Ginny. But no one is unbreakable. You are no exception."
Ginny shook her head, her hands clenching into fists. "You think you can just strip me of everything I am, but you're wrong. I remember who I am, where I come from, and that's what keeps me going."
"Then I will have to find a way to make you forget," Aiden said quietly, more to himself than to her.
He intensified the training, using more complex psychological techniques designed to disorient and confuse her. He began to manipulate her environment, changing the layout of her cell, altering the sounds she heard, and even distorting the passage of time.
"You're messing with my mind!" Ginny would shout, her voice tinged with desperation. "This isn't real! None of this is real!"
"It's as real as anything else," Aiden would respond, his tone devoid of emotion. "And it will continue until you learn to obey."
Ginny's resistance began to waver, but it was still strong. She continued to fight, clinging to her memories of the past, the people she loved, and the life she had been torn from.
"I'll never let you take that from me," Ginny whispered to herself each night, her voice trembling with fear and exhaustion. "Never."
Aiden noticed the cracks in her resolve, but they were not enough. "You're still holding on," he observed one day, watching her closely. "But it won't last forever. The sooner you let go, the sooner this can end."
Ginny looked at him with weary eyes. "Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me?"
"I want you to understand your place," Aiden replied, his voice firm. "I want you to accept that you belong here, with me, and that you will serve as I command."
"I'll never accept that," Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"We'll see," Aiden said, turning away. "You have time, Ginny. But time is not on your side."
Two years into her imprisonment, Ginny's resistance had begun to erode more significantly. The constant pressure, the manipulation of her surroundings, and the isolation had taken a toll on her mind. The defiant fire that had once burned so brightly was now a flickering ember.
"Why are you still fighting?" Aiden asked one day, his voice almost gentle. "You're only making this harder on yourself."
Ginny, who now found it difficult to summon the energy to argue, looked up at him with dull eyes. "I don't know... I just... I can't let you win."
"This isn't about winning or losing, Ginny," Aiden said, kneeling down to meet her gaze. "This is about survival. The more you fight, the more you suffer. Let go, and you'll find peace."
"Peace?" Ginny echoed, her voice filled with bitterness. "You think I'll find peace by giving in to you? You're insane."
Aiden sighed, shaking his head. "You still don't understand. I'm not your enemy, Ginny. I'm your guide. I'm here to help you find your true self, the self that accepts reality."
Ginny scoffed, though the sound lacked the conviction it once had. "This isn't reality... This is hell."
"It's only hell because you're making it so," Aiden replied calmly. "But that's changing. You're changing, even if you don't realize it yet."
The psychological tactics became more intense. Aiden introduced spells that blurred the line between dreams and reality, causing Ginny to question everything around her. There were times when she didn't know if she was awake or asleep, if what she was experiencing was real or a trick of her mind.
"Master, please..." she would whisper during these sessions, not even realizing she had begun to address him with the title he insisted on. "I don't... I can't..."
"You're almost there, Ginny," Aiden would respond, his voice a soothing presence amidst the chaos. "Just a little more, and you'll be free of this struggle."
Ginny's thoughts became increasingly chaotic, her sense of self fraying at the edges. She found herself relying more and more on Aiden's voice, the only constant in a world that no longer made sense.
"Why... why are you doing this?" she asked one day, her voice shaking with confusion.
"Because you need to be free, Ginny," Aiden replied, his tone soft but insistent. "Free from the chains of your past, free to accept your new reality."
Ginny stared at him, her vision swimming. "I don't... I don't know what's real anymore..."
"This is real," Aiden said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm real. Your obedience is real. And that's all that matters now."
Ginny's resistance was crumbling, and she knew it. But she was too tired to fight, too confused to argue. She found herself nodding slowly, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes... Master..."
Aiden smiled, knowing that the end was near. "Good, Ginny. You're almost there. Just a little more, and you'll find peace."
By the fourth year, Ginny was a shadow of the person she had once been. The constant psychological pressure, the spells, and the isolation had broken her down to the point where she was almost ready to submit fully. The defiance that had once defined her was now a distant memory, replaced by a quiet, fearful obedience.
"You've come a long way, Ginny," Aiden said one day as he observed her. "But there's still a part of you that's holding back. Why?"
Ginny, her voice small and hesitant, replied, "I... I don't know, Master. I just... it's hard to let go."
"It's hard because you're still clinging to your old self, to your old world," Aiden explained. "But that world is gone, Ginny. You're here now, with me. And you will never leave."
Ginny's eyes filled with tears, but she nodded slowly. "I... I understand, Master."
Aiden leaned closer, his voice soft and almost comforting. "Then why do you still resist? Why do you still hold on to that last bit of defiance?"
"I'm afraid..." Ginny admitted, her voice trembling. "I'm afraid of what will happen if I let go."
"Don't be afraid," Aiden whispered, his hand gently brushing a tear from her cheek. "You'll be free, Ginny. Free from the pain, free from the struggle. All you have to do is submit."
Ginny's resolve crumbled further, and she lowered her head. "I... I want to be free, Master."
"Then let go," Aiden urged. "Let go of your fear, your doubt, your resistance. Surrender to me completely, and you'll find peace."
Ginny closed her eyes, her body trembling as she took a deep breath. "Yes, Master... I'll try..."
"No," Aiden said firmly. "Not try, Ginny. Do it. Surrender."
Ginny's shoulders slumped, and she let out a shuddering sigh. "Yes, Master... I surrender."
Aiden's smile widened, satisfaction clear in his expression. "Good girl, Ginny. You've finally accepted your place."
But Aiden knew that there was still one last step to take. To ensure her complete submission, he led her to a room she had never seen before. The walls were lined with strange, shifting patterns that seemed to move and change whenever she wasn't looking directly at them.
Ginny looked around, her heart racing with unease. "What... what is this place?"
"This is where you will fully submit," Aiden replied calmly. "Here, your senses will be distorted until you can no longer trust them. You'll be blindfolded, and you will surrender completely."
Ginny's fear spiked, but she knew there was no point in resisting. "I'll do whatever you ask, Master... please, just... just don't hurt me."
Aiden's voice softened. "I won't hurt you, Ginny. This is to help you. Trust me, and let go."
He blindfolded her, securing her wrists and ankles to the bed. Her world became one of darkness and confusion, with strange noises and sensations all around her. The room seemed to shift and change, disorienting her completely.
"Master..." Ginny whispered, her voice trembling. "I... I'm scared..."
"Let go, Ginny," Aiden's voice echoed around her, the only stable thing in the swirling chaos. "Trust me. Surrender."
Ginny's resistance crumbled further, and she allowed herself to drift into the confusion. The last of her defiance was stripped away as she became fully reliant on Aiden's voice to guide her through the chaos.
"I... I surrender, Master..." Ginny whispered, her voice full of submission. "I'm yours..."
Aiden smiled, knowing that she was finally his. "Yes, Ginny. You're mine. Completely. And you will obey me without question."
"Yes, Master..." Ginny replied, her voice soft and obedient. "I'll obey..."
Six years into her imprisonment, Ginny had been pushed to the brink. The final remnants of her defiance were all but gone, her mind and spirit nearly fully broken by the relentless training and manipulation.
Aiden observed her closely, knowing that the time had come to deliver the final blow. "You've done well, Ginny," he said, his voice calm and soothing. "But there's one last step you need to take."
Ginny, who had long since stopped resisting, looked up at him with empty eyes. "What is it, Master?"
Aiden reached out, gently cupping her chin and lifting her face to meet his gaze. "You need to accept that you belong to me completely. No more doubts, no more hesitation. You are mine, and you will obey without question."
Ginny nodded slowly, her voice a soft, submissive whisper. "Yes, Master... I will obey."
Aiden smiled, his tone encouraging. "Good. Now, I want you to say it. Say that you belong to me, and that you will do whatever I command."
Ginny hesitated for just a moment, the last vestiges of her former self struggling to hold on. But then she took a deep breath, her voice steady as she spoke. "I belong to you, Master... I will do whatever you command."
"Again," Aiden said, his voice firm but gentle.
"I belong to you, Master... I will do whatever you command," Ginny repeated, her voice stronger this time.
"Good," Aiden praised, his satisfaction evident. "You're finally ready, Ginny. You've become exactly what you were meant to be."
Ginny's heart ached with a mixture of pain and relief. She had fought so hard for so long, but now that the fight was over, she felt a strange sense of peace. She was no longer Ginny Weasley, the defiant girl who had resisted Aiden's control. She was now his, completely and utterly.
By the seventh year, Ginny's transformation was complete. She was no longer the girl who had been taken from her world; she was now fully trained, fully obedient, and fully submissive. Aiden had decided that it was time for her to fulfill her new purpose: to serve as a slave at the school.
"You've come a long way, Ginny," Aiden said, his voice filled with approval. "You've become exactly what you were meant to be."
Ginny, who now carried herself with quiet grace and unwavering obedience, looked up at him with adoration. "Thank you, Master... I'm happy to serve you."
Aiden smiled, his tone gentle. "And you will continue to serve, Ginny. But now, you have a new role. You will be a slave for the school. You will obey the commands of the students and faculty, just as you have obeyed me."
"Yes, Master," Ginny replied, her voice soft and full of devotion. "I will obey their commands."
Aiden began preparing Ginny for her new role, teaching her the rules and expectations of the school. She was to serve the students and faculty with complete obedience, performing tasks as commanded without question.
"You will address everyone as 'Master' or 'Mistress,' depending on their title," Aiden instructed. "You will be respectful, attentive, and quick to respond to any command."
"Yes, Master," Ginny said, absorbing the instructions with quiet focus.
As the days passed, Aiden watched as Ginny adapted to her new role with ease. She followed every command with grace and precision, her demeanor calm and submissive.
"Good girl, Ginny," Aiden would say after each session, his voice filled with approval. "You've done well."
Ginny would beam with pride, her heart swelling with happiness. "Thank you, Master... I'm happy to please you."
As the day approached for Ginny to be introduced to the school, Aiden gave her one final instruction. "Remember, Ginny, you are there to serve. Your obedience is your purpose, and you will carry out every command with pride."
"Yes, Master," Ginny replied, her voice steady and full of determination. "I will serve with pride."
When the day finally came, Ginny was presented to the school as a fully trained and obedient slave. She bowed her head in submission, ready to serve as commanded.
And with that, Ginny Weasley, the girl who had once been so full of fire and defiance, was no more. In her place was a submissive servant, fully trained and fully obedient, ready to fulfill her new role with unwavering devotion.