Chapter 7 The Art of Pain and Torture

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters aside from my OC, Aria, the others belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. (Sorry, forgot the disclaimer in the first chapter.)

Note: The Legolas in this story will appear fatherly and knowledgeable. This is due to the events of Hand in Hand, a fanfiction by SolitaryPeak, who has given me permission to use the newly developed Legolas and perhaps her OC Sirya, also I may deviate, I don't know yet. I also changed the rating because there will be violence, pain, insanity, and a bit of mental torture, if this makes you uncomfortable, don't read it. I'm sorry, but I can't limit the torture to one chapter, I will give you the chapter numbers that have it in them.

Chapter 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and maybe 12

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. .ra, SolitaryPeak, Mirkwood Warrior, Celridel, and sweetdixie.17

Italics is the dream, not italics is when Aria is half asleep and can see and talk to the elves taking care of her, times new roman font and third person is reactions to Aria's freak-out session and now forced-comatose-dream-like-state and her screams from said dream-like-state.

"Dearest Love?" Her voice was like ice, beautiful but cold with the promise of pain. I opened my eyes. It was a dream, but I still couldn't help the fear that pulsed through me at the sight of Her. She wasn't bad to look at, quite the opposite, she was quiet beautiful, but after all the pain…There was no after. Simply the memory of what happened made my body remember, make it burn and scream in pain as if She were still beside me.

"This is the Art of Pain and Torture, it is for the sake of science, so be as honest as you can. You are my fourth and last test subject needed before I can publish my findings. So please forgive me if I rush a bit, but I need this done quickly and as soon as possible."

I struggled against the straps that held me to the steel chair. No! No! No! This couldn't be happening! No! I can't do it again! I can't live through it again! "Please! No! I can't do it! Don't do it again! Please!" I couldn't see as the tears blurred my vision.

I feel a small connection to my actual body and I can tell that I'm not alone and that I'd called out loud, but as I tried to pull myself out of the dream, the memory, She came toward me.

"No, child. Do not cry, it is for the best. Hold still and it will hurt less." She stuck a needle in my arm and pushed something lime green into me. I knew it wasn't happening but my body didn't listen to my brain. It remembered the pain of needles. It remembered the pain of the lime green liquid.

My body, both my dream one and physical one in Middle Earth, seized up. I began to struggle as my body began to send intense pain signals to my brain. I screamed as it felt like my blood had become liquid fire, burning through my veins.

I screamed and cried and begged for Her to stop, but she just watched me, occasionally taking notes. I could kind of sense the movement and fear and confused hurrying about my physical body as the elves tried to figure out what was wrong with me.

Where were my Thoughts? "Guys! I need you! Please, you said you would protect me! I need you! Please! Plee—" I cut off and scream again as the dulling pulse of pain suddenly flares up like fire exposed to gasoline. I scream again, struggling against my bonds.

"NO!

"Please!

"I can't live through it again!

"Stop!"

I scream again as She gives me yet another dose. I have no brain power to spare on plees. All I can do is scream and struggle as my healing heart and mind slowly rip apart at the seams. All mental stability left, all desire to leave, heal, and be free.

All I wanted was death, but death was the one pain that I wanted, but couldn't have.

I know the chapters are short and kinda sad, but please bear with me. I have to break it up for effect and there has to be a wound before it can heal. I'll show everyone's reaction to Aria either in chapter 8 or 9.