Thank you to the people who reviewed so as promised here is the next part and it will be longer!
Will was nervous, actually he had passed nervous and was reaching utter panic. He was wearing the forest floor down with his pacing as he thought about all the horible things that could be happening to Djaq at that moment.
She was taken early that morning at their Loxley drop off when they had been ambushed by Gisbourne and his men. He was livid with himself for letting her get taken, they had nearly got away but she had tripped while he was still running. Robin and the others were trying to plan a rescue but nothing was working since Allan had blocked off all the ways in.
"There must be something" Much kept repeating while the others racked their brains but Will was too worried to think clearly. Will loved Djaq and had done ever since she first joined the group. He went through a period of denial and trying to convince himself otherwise but he came to the conclusion he was hopelessly in love. He had never told her, wanted to but never had the courage to and now he feared he would never get the chance.
Meanwhile In the castle dungeons:
Djaq felt the white hot pain sear through her again as she cried out having long since given in trying to keep quiet. Trying to focus on anything other than the pain she started naming all of the birds in Bassam's Aivory but having reached the end all she could do was scream as the jailer tortured her relentlessly. She screamed again as the hot irons seared through her skin leaving a trail of blisters in it's wake but still the jailer continued not even pausing for breath. She thought of her friends and if she would ever see them again, ever eat Much's squirrel stew, ever see Will again. The thought of never seeing Will again was as painful as the red hot irons searing her skin but there was nothing she could do to stop it. She hated the helpless feeling, not being able to do anything. It was the same feeling she had when she was known as Safiyah but as Djaq she was able to do so much more. People respected her but as she was chained to the ceiling of the castle dungeons it didn't make a difference who she was, the situation was still the same. The blinding pain threatened to take over her thoughts again and she focused solely on the memory of Will's smiling face as she elicited another scream.
Meanwhile In the Sherif's main chamber:
"I hear the sweet sound of tortured people" the Sheriff announced delightedly to Gisbourne "You really are learning Gisbourne, but this must mean she isn't talking"
"Yes, My Lord"
"Hmm well tomorrow move onto something more painful, she is only a women after all and she shouldn't take too long to crack"
"I agree the only reason the others got away was a mistake by Allan"
"Ahh yes your servant boy"
"Not exactly a servant My Lord"
"Yes well, how have you punished him"
"I haven't yet"
"Good"
"Good?"
"I have a plan which will hurt him and teach him that we will not tolerate mistakes!"
"Very Good My Lord" Gisbourne said as an evil smirk graced his face.
Ok so here is the next part and I'm sorry it's not very long but they will get longer. If you would like more review. Anyone can and the more reviews I get the quicker I will update!
