I own nothing that you can recognize as J.R.R Tolkien I do however own Faith.
The young woman cried out, as the man who held her captive tightened her restraints. Her wrists and ankles were already bleeding, evidence of her prolonged captivity. " Let me go!" She demanded her voice a mixture of fear and pain, yet there was hidden authority.
Her plea was answered by a swift blow to the head, re-opening numerous wounds. Deciding to finally give up she curled into a little ball, pleading that his lust for blood had at last been quenched. "What's wrong Faith have you finally accepted your death? I'll make it as painful as possible then." The woman turned her tear-streaked face upward "My name isn't Faith" she said, anger dripping from her tongue.
The man smirked " Then what is your name?" The woman frowned trying to recall the name from her past. She couldn't remember before the man abducted her, but she knew that she had been loved and her name was not Faith.
"I don't remember" she said quietly, defeat evident in her face. The man smirked before delivering a kick to her already bruised stomach, Grinning when he heard the snap of her ribs breaking, he pulled a dagger out of his boot. He leaned down to Faith putting the blade against her skin.