Untitled Robin Hood Story (for now)

By: Sherlock's Sparrow

DISCLAIMER: I own nada.

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Chapter One: The Sheriff's Prisoner

Tortured screams assailed the Sheriff of Nottingham, as he descended the stairs to his dungeon. The screams suddenly stopped as the Sheriff reached the bottom stair. A smirk found its way to his face, as he gazed upon his 'prize'.

"I have you at last, Robin of Loxley," he said.

Loxley frowned.

"You won't get away with this. My men will come for me," he said.

The Sheriff cackled.

"They'll come alright, but they won't be able to save you," he said.

The Sheriff gently patted Loxley's cheek, before slamming his fist into his stomach.

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Robin double over in pain, as the Sheriff's fist connected with his midsection. The Sheriff continued to beat Robin unconscious.

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Robin awoke to find himself with a leather collar around his neck with a length of chain attached to it. The other end of the chain was fixed to the wall above the large, ornate bed he was sprawled across. He sat up and saw that he was alone, at least for the moment, anyway. He knew someone would enter sooner or later, and stared intently at the door.

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About an hour later, the door opened and the Sheriff of Nottingham entered.

"You're awake," he stated.

"I am."

Robin wasn't completely sure why he was placed in this particular room, although he was now quite certain it belonged to the black clad man in front of him.

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"What am I doing in here?" asked Loxley.

The Sheriff felt like laughing gleefully.

That naŃ—ve fool Loxley is still completely clueless, he thought.

The Sheriff approached the bed slowly. He gently caressed Loxley's cheek with the back of his hand and stared into the confused blue eyes, before claiming his mouth. Loxley's eyes widened in sudden understanding, as he felt the Sheriff put his hands between his legs.

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Robin broke out of the Sheriff's kiss and made a dash towards the door, but he couldn't go very far, because of the collar he wore. The Sheriff strode over to the door, opened it and put his head into the hall, calling in some of his guards. The guards came in and chained Robin's wrists and ankles to the bed posts.

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Once the guards had left, the Sheriff took a dagger off a table by the door and approached his prisoner. He got on the bed and used the dagger to strip off Robin's leggings.

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After the Sheriff returned the dagger to its original position, he removed his own clothes while walking to the bed where Robin lay.

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A few hours later, Robin was alone again. Although he was still collared, the chains had been removed, allowing him to lie on the Sheriff's bed hugging his knees to his chest. He laid like this for some time, letting silent tears slip down his handsome face. His entire backside, as well as his arms and legs, hurt like nothing he had ever felt before. But that wasn't the only reason for tears. His thoughts changed from what the Sheriff had done, to his Marian. What would she think of him now? He silently wondered.