The overwhelming agony stopped when the invading mind had moved completely through him, and the feeling of unclean fingers touching the innermost part of his soul faded. Sauron found himself curled on the ground, screams fading to helpless whimpers.
"So broken," Saruman's honeyed voice cut through the lingering confusion and pain. Hands gently pulled him out of his protective curl, leaving him on his back as they traced the crests of his hipbones and the lines of his lower ribs before moving to caress his face and neck. He nuzzled into them, touch-starved and desperate for any sort of comfort; loving and hating the touch of the small golden band that had betrayed him. Saruman laughed.
"You sold your soul searching for love, and never found it," he mused. "Enslaved first by Melkor, then by your own creation…It is as if there is part of you that wants to be a slave. Why else would the Ring act as it does? You are willing to be controlled by anyone strong enough to force you to their will." Saruman smiled at the resigned vulnerability in the younger Maia's eyes which made him look almost innocent.
"What is even more interesting is you know that," he continued. "You've always known that. It is simply a part of you. All you've ever asked in return is to be loved, and that is the one thing you have always been denied." He paused in thought, hands absently tracing the scars on Sauron's neck, making him shiver.
"I wonder what would happen if I gave you that, my little wolf," Saruman whispered pensively, making Sauron jump at the endearment that Melkor had always used for him. Saruman laughed.
"Oh yes, little wolf, you are mine now," he assured the younger Maia who was now watching him with terror in his eyes. "And Melkor's dear-name for you is very fitting." He deliberately ran his fingers down the scars marring Sauron's neck, making him whimper.
"Touch has only meant pain for you, for so long," Saruman whispered, pulling the other Maia into his arms. "I can teach you otherwise." Sauron cried out and wrenched away as Saruman stroked his thigh, the first resistance he offered the Maia who held part of his soul on his finger. Saruman chuckled.
"You're scared, for physical innocence is all you have left," he told the now squirming Maia in his arms. "I don't have the time now to teach you there is nothing to fear. But don't worry, my little wolf, when I rule the world I will return for you." He released Sauron, who scrambled a few feet away. Saruman reached out and stroked his face again.
"When I rule all, I will take you, and you will enjoy it," he promised. "I will give you the affection you've always been searching for, and you will be mine, body and soul." Sauron whimpered again, as Saruman used the Ring to mentally caress him. Saruman smiled and stood, leaving Sauron huddled on the floor.
"Until I rule all, my little wolf," he whispered as he left.
Before you take Saruman's descriptions of Sauron's state of mind as what really is, please remember what he likes to do to people who listen to him unwary...