"But I already told you what I know! Don't you listen!?"

Via struggled like crazy being dragged out of her cell from the iron grip to her arm, her dragon began shrieking in fury and slamming his body against the bars; nothing would keep him quiet this time.

"How about you stop this pitiful resisting or I kill your dragon right here and now. It's of no concern to me whether it dies or not."

Via slapped his face the best she could due to the shackles and snapped, "If he dies you might as well kill me too!"

Ryker growled and jerked the woman closer snarling, "Don't tempt me. Now shut your dragon up!"

When she didn't comply he grabbed a bow and arrow from the wall and aimed it through the bars; Via was too late to stop the bastard from shooting Scarfume in the leg.

His pained cry tore her heart in two and she was about to spew out many curse words when Ryker covered her mouth and wrapped a bulky arm around her waist to pin her flailing arms against her sides.

"Blame yourself for its injury; more will come to your dragon if you don't meet my demands. Dagur is the least of your worries now."

*Via was trembling in fury and fear when she was carried down below, the shackles being removed only for another pair to be reattached including her ankles.

She was facing the wall and curious to what he was going to do, gasping when he grabbed her tunic and pulled out a knife.

Ryker cut her tunic straight down the middle and jerked it away from her back; he made it worse by reaching around under her shirt to unclasp her breasts restraint and removing that too.

She cringed when the toughed callused hand stroked her back as he mused, "Such lovely skin, it's almost a shame~"

"Wh….What is?"

He brushed his lips over her ear purring, "That I prefer women with battle scars~" With that said he traced his fingertips along the scar on her right eye and left arm chuckling before walking off to the side and grabbing something from a chest.

"I almost forgot."

He forced a gag in her mouth and tied it around her head musing, "I rather hear you scream but I don't want to risk you biting your tongue."

Via was beyond petrified by this point, many things were crossing her mind on what was going to happen but when a loud snap echoed in the small room and the burning pain on her back confirmed it.

A loud muffled cry of pain came out; she gripped the chains just for the sake of grabbing something as another crack filled her ears.

The pain from the whip was almost unbearable; tears were streaming from her eyes and clenching her teeth on the gag from how much it stung. She could feel the blood oozing down her back from the lashes and tried so hard not to break down crying even though she was failing miserably.

She already lost count from the lashes, her body was already too weak to stand on her own feet but she kept trying.

*Ryker had that sadistic grin plastered on his face the whole time, taking his sweet time in between the strokes to hear more of the muffled cries; the sight of the long bloody gashes on the once unblemished skin made his groin tighten significantly.

He felt like ten was enough for her body to handle, which he guessed correct since she was trying to keep standing but barely.

The dragon hunter also didn't want her dead now, he couldn't place it but she wasn't like other women. He always had a thing for feisty girls in general, but not to get involved with; too much conflict and exasperation with women like that always wanting to be in control and challenge their man for supremacy.

She has some spunk but not enough to be a fighter. Rather docile nature for a Viking.

Ryker removed the shackles and kneeled down next to her half sitting form asking gruffly, "Where's the dragon eye?"

He took the gag off and it took the woman a few moments before whispering, "I don't know what that is."

He smirked since he knew she was telling the truth, this was just an excuse to have some fun with her.

"Very well, I believe you now."

If he wasn't mistaken she just muttered a curse at him that sounded remarkably like 'you fucking pile of shit.'

He just chuckled and made the woman lie down on her side with a firm hold on her arm and leg musing, "Colorful language I'll give you that."

*Ryker couldn't contain himself and pulled off her garments as she tried to weakly resist, whimpering when he sucked on a thick digit and stuck it in her anal entrance.

He probed rather roughly musing all the while as he held her still, "I've been watching you, not once has Dagur fucked you anally so I'm going to be the first."

Via's voice cracked when another finger was added whimpering, "I thought I was being watched…ngh…stop it!"

"I had a hunch you did, the constant glances towards the door was proof enough. I quite enjoyed myself with all the things you've done with him and I'm a bit jealous that fool gets to have all the fun."

Ryker couldn't take it anymore and spat on his hand to lube it up more and position the tip loving the pleading, "Don't…please…"

He just smirked and in one powerful thrust made his dick inside that tight cavern with a low groan. Via practically screamed in pain and Ryker quickly began thrusting. If one thing he knew fucking someone in the ass didn't hurt too badly when done quickly rather than slowly.

His grunts were loud and gruff, making sure the woman stayed on her side instead of her back to avoid her wounds getting worse. He leaned forward more to keep a tight hold on her forearms from flailing about and the tear stained face just made his libido sky rocket.

Ryker fucked her hard and fast considering he hasn't been with a woman in a long time before finally letting out a low growl when he came, making sure to fill up that tight backside with sadistic glee.

After a few moments of rest he pulled out, taking it the rather cute pained squeak from the woman and mused as he grabbed a rag and wiped off the blood from his still hardened rod and licked his lips, "I'm not done yet, but I'll be nice this time."

At this point Via couldn't really tell what was real or not…her mind would only register the pain coursing throughout her entire body. She knew Ryker said something but she didn't know what it was.

The only thing she felt other than pain was the hot flesh in her mouth, the back of her throat burning before another hot substance she was forced to swallow, which just came back up mixed with the taste of vomit that made her even sicker to her stomach.

*After he was through and noticing the woman had passed out he smirked and left the chamber ordering, "Attend to her injuries before putting her clothes back on then put her back in her cell. Not a word of this to the Beserkers."

"Yes sir!"

Ryker let out a nice fulfilled sigh before glancing at the wounded Changewing, taking the note of death in those yellow orbs for him as he just snorted, "You don't get the special treatment unless your rider persuades me otherwise~"

The dragon spit some acid at the bars and a bit managed to get on the hunter's arm as he hissed, managing to get it off before it melted his tough skin. He hit the cell door angrily, "Just for that you'll get no food for the rest of the week."

*It was late when Heather and Dagur returned, the girl still uneasy about the whole mission, "Why did Ryker send us both?" The chief just shrugged, "I don't know, I wasn't even needed so that was a complete waste of my precious time."

Heather asked with worry, "I know he said we both were needed but I think he was lying to us." Dagur let out an exasperated sigh, "You're thinking too much about this sis, it's late and we can pester him in the morning if that'll make you happy."

She watched him head the opposite way asking, "Where are you going?" "Um…let's see now…I'm heading towards the cells which could only mean I want to see Via. It's a full moon tonight and my little songbird must be missing her devilishly handsome future husband~"

Heather rolled her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, "I doubt that you idiot."

*Dagur made no effort to keep quiet, he knew by now she was a light sleeper as he made his way towards the sleeping bundle he could see by the moon's light through the window.

"Wakey, wakey, Daddy Dagur's home~"

He impatiently waited for her to groan in irritation or let out an annoyed sigh but none came, he arched a brow and nudged her with his foot which earned a pained whimper.

His eyes narrowed, "I didn't use much force for that noise." The Berserker was suspicious and noticed her breathing was labored; he knelt down and growled irritably grabbing her shoulder, "No need to pretend anymore now…."

His hand had slid down to her back and his hand became warm, there was a lot of heat coming from her back and he was feeling moisture too.

A glimpse of a light coming his way he snapped at whoever it was, "Give me that light!"

Heather jumped from the sudden shout, having just coming down there to put Windshear's gear up before asking, "Is something wrong?"

"Just get over here!"

His sister grudgingly complied as he snatched it from her when she gasped at the sight. Via's entire back was bandaged but it was obvious she was tortured from the blood stains on the gauze; she slowly backed away from Dagur who was obviously livid but he didn't say a word.

Heather didn't know what to make of this, when he was pissed he always yelled, complained, and started hitting or killing anything in sight but as of now….silence.

He stood up with his fists clenched as he looked in on her dragon, holding up the light to see an arrow in its leg but luckily the dragon wasn't dead and it wasn't a fatal wound.

Dagur returned and merely ordered in a dead tone, "Tend to her dragon's injury while I take her to my quarters."

Heather didn't argue and hastily went to Scarfume's cage, Windshear gently nudging and being affectionate to calm him down for her rider to be able to help him.

Scarfume liked Windshear and would only let them two, aside from his own rider, to even come near him. "This has to be Ryker's doing, but luckily your injury isn't too serious."

Heather couldn't understand why the hunter tortured Via anyway after she told the truth, she knew he was dangerous but not that much of a sadist. "There, good as new. Don't worry; we'll have a word with that jerk in the morning." Scarfume let out a small grunt of appreciation, nuzzling Windshear again before they left.

*Dagur was more than just pissed, he wanted to gut and strangle Ryker with his own intestines, make him eat his own organs and shit for the stunt he pulled.

He redressed her wounds since they were still fresh and put some healing ointment on the gashes, "Any deeper and it would've went to the bone."

She needed a bath too as it was but even more so now, the only thing he could do was take her soiled clothes off and give her a sponge bath.

He washed her silently, trying to control his temper when he saw the bruises on her forearms which weren't by his own hands. Rolling her over he saw her eyes flutter open but it looked like no one was home so ignored it until he saw her backside.

The dried white substance and blood smear on and in between her cheeks said it all before hastily getting the rest of her body cleaned before placing the fur blanket over the unconscious form.

He calmly headed outside and locked the door to prevent anyone from entering before finding his way down to the barracks where Ryker's men were with murder flaring from his cold green gaze.

He made sure they all were awake and alert before locking the door behind him grinning evilly; knowing without a doubt the only Viking to leave this room…..would only be him.

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