Chapter I: An alternative welcoming party
Gil'ead, Arya's cell
Arya looked at the empty cellar she was in. Everything was covered in dust and there were rusty chains hanging from both the ceiling and the walls. She tried to move from her spot but her four limbs were restrained by ropes, which caused her wrists and ankles to bleed. She hissed in frustration, twisting her shackled hands in an attempt to break the ropes, even though that caused her scratched skin to bleed even more. Unsurprisingly, her magic was not working either; the Spectre Durza must have given her a poison to prevent her from breaking free. Her vision was blurred and each breath was a difficult task, but she wasn't going to give up.
'I see that you are awake,' a cold male voice reached her from the darkest corner in the room. She turned her head to the side, her green eyes zeroing onto the Shade, who was lying with his back against the stone wall. He grinned and sharp fangs appeared at the corners of his stretched lips. In a fluid motion, he left the wall and with slow steps he approached the stone bed where the princess was lying. His maroon eyes were fixed on her body as he felt his anger burn inside him; the violent spirits controlling him incited him to satisfy their bloodlust by brutally murdering the enemy in front of him. His hands clenched tightly and he inhaled the cold air to calm down, killing the elf now would have been a great mistake, he hadn't worked so hard to capture her alive just to lose his temper and waste his only chance to learn how to get the egg back.
Arya looked up at him from below, her features clearly expressing disgust. Without warning, she spat in his face startling him. His eyes narrowed and a threatening aura surrounded his figure. Slowly, he cleaned his face with the back of his left hand while with the right one he grazed Arya's temple. He was sure the Elf was repulsed simply by his closeness to her, let alone having him touch her with his dirty hands. She tensed as his blackened nails drew the line of her chin and lightly tapped on her lips. Her warm breath caressed his hand's skin while he moved downwards resting his claws on her neck.
'Do you mind telling me where you sent the egg?' he asked in a soft tone looking straight into her eyes. She firmly pressed her lips together in a sign of refusal, she was not going to break so easily. Although he had expected that reaction he couldn't say that he was happy to see her resisting him. A line appeared across his forehead, disappointment clearly written on his face.
'Is that so?' he said in a low tone, which was almost a growl. His right hand grasped her throat, pressing tightly against her jugular, 'I am a patient man, elf, but you are playing with fire…' He relaxed his fingers a bit. 'I guess I'll need to make your permanence here more comfortable as you will be staying in this cellar for a very long time'.
And, as he said so, the ropes around her limbs tightened and she felt her muscles stretch to their limit. His crimson eyes burned like fire when he uttered a few words which Arya never heard because the intensity of the pain she felt caused her blood to violently rush through her veins and her back involuntarily arched upwards.
Durza carefully observed as her body tensed and she shut her eyes close, her breaths coming out short and painful. He saw a single drop of sweat run from her head down her neck and then inside her tunic. Blood spilled out of her mouth when she accidentally bit her tongue too hard in an attempt to ease her pain. He giggled at the sight, his thirst for her growing minute by minute.
She might have been an enemy, but Durza couldn't deny that he was rather turned on by her current appearance. So vulnerable, completely at his mercy, and so temptingly beautiful while she was in such great pain. He admired her perfect curves, made even more evident by her twists. His hand went to stroke her leg and, as soon as she felt the unexpected contact, her eyes snapped open again.
She stared at him with an unreadable expression, yet he was sure that he smelled fear from her when he lowered his head next to her ear and sniffed her scent. For a brief time, he allowed her body to relax a little, reducing the intensity of the pain she was experiencing. Her silky black hair gently caressed his cheek when he whispered to her, 'You have such a tempting body, I am having a hard time resisting it'.
She stared at him with a stone-cold expression, even though he could distinctly feel the fear and repulsion that she was desperately trying to push back to the deepest part of her mind. Durza took her scent in, pressing his face against her raven hair and she shivered, in fear or disgust he could not tell. Slowly moving his hand upwards, he exposed her skin to the cold air into the room before suddenly tearing her tunic apart so that he could have more access to her body.
As soon as she was undressed, the Elf princess gasped; the freezing air on her skin making her feel even more vulnerable. Durza grinned and, with more care than he needed to, he proceeded to completely remove any cloth on the elfish body that stood naked on the table in front of him.
Arya snarled at him, 'You are going to pay for this…don't think I will ever give in to you'.
'We will see about that, princess,' he said in a light tone, although his eyes were burning with anger and desire. He ran his hand over the Elf's body, exploring it, feeling the warmth emanating from it. His black nails traced the shape of her curves, scratching her skin and causing it to bleed in various points. With both hands he cupped her breasts, circling the base of them with his thumbs before moving to the sides and then up in long measured circles, which progressively became smaller until he was almost brushing against her nipples. Despite their rough appearance, his hands were quite skilled at pleasing human's flesh. Any other human woman would have been writhing under him at this point, yet the Elf was still, looking at him as if thinking "is that all you've got?"
He gritted his teeth and trailed his fingers on her ribcage, while contemporaneously bending his head down to take in one of her nipples. He bit down harshly and passionately, causing her skin to break and bleed again. Licking the blood, he moved up with his tongue while his hands were going down, on her hips. He rested his head on her neck, pleasurably feeling her heartbeat through her jugular vein. Hungry, he sucked on it, wishing he could tear that flesh apart and taste her boiling blood.
Then he stopped and looked at her, there had been no change to her expression throughout all of this and he started to wonder if she was even capable of experiencing physical arousal. Rather annoyed by her defiance, he moved his right hand downward, to her most intimate parts. He stopped for a second to look straight into her eyes. Durza saw a quick light flash through them; her lips were slightly parted as if she was going to speak to him.
His eyebrow rose and a questioning expression appeared on his face, 'Is there something you would like to tell me?' he asked in a smooth voice. As an answer, the Elf bit down on her lip and narrowed her eyes, lightly shaking her head from side to side in denial.
He sighed, 'Very well…' and without warning he sunk his rough hand into her.
Arya gasped, she could not help it, her body almost reacting on his own to the sudden pressure, but she forced her expression to stay neutral and shut out any physical emotion she was feeling.
The Shade moved his fingers inside her, up and down, in and out, in a torturing slow motion. His long nails scratched her insides and he could feel the warm flesh clenching against his digits as he pushed them even further. However, despite his attempt to gain even the slightest change in her expression the Elf maintained her composure in front of him at all times. She was looking at him as if his ministrations left her completely unaffected and that angered him beyond measure.
He felt laughed at as if he was no good at all; pissed off by her attitude he interrupted whatever he was doing and, removing is hand from her intimate parts, he slapped her on the face, hard.
After a moment of chilling silent she turned to look at him, a faint smile finally appearing on her bleeding lips, 'Poor Durza, how does it feel, to fail to accomplish even a simple task you have set to yourself?'
He growled, his eyes two burning holes, 'You bitch, I'll teach you a thing or two'.
And then there was pain; lights exploded in front of Arya's eyes and she arched her back, pushing her head down on the stone table. She hit it too hard and for a second her sight blacked out, blood running from her nose. Durza hissed at the sight, he didn't want her to break her head and die. He grabbed a handful of her hair and unceremoniously turned her face to the side, inspecting her skull to check for fractures. Relieved by the fact that it was still intact he resumed torturing her, this time with a cooler mind. After half an hour or so, she passed out, without giving him the pleasure to hear her scream. He pondered if he should heal her and wake her up to start over again, but quickly turned that option down as he noticed that he had grown tired of it for the day. With his anger still boiling, he left the room and upon meeting a couple of Urgals outside of the chamber, he caused their heads to explode into a thousand little black pieces. He smiled with satisfaction, his stress a bit relieved, before moving towards his rooms.
