All right, folks--bit of torture in this part------
Chapter 10--Defiance
Orin moved behind Legolas and snapped the whip loudly. "This will hurt, pretty one, yes, it will. Orin knows how to inflict pain without permanent damage--yes he does," he said. He tore at Legolas' shirt, baring his back.
Legolas forced himself to stay relaxed and show no fear. "Get it over with," he said. He fought back a gasp when Orin touched his back.
"Orin hates to mar such soft skin, he does, but Orin obeys the master--always. Now begin we do, yes," he said. He brought the lash down across Legolas' shoulders.
It hurt; it burned. The lash rose and fell brutally, ripping into his skin. Legolas bit his lip so hard he could taste blood, but he didn't scream.
Finally it stopped and Orin walked around in front of him. "Strong and defiant, you are, pretty one. But Orin will break you, he will," he said. He put the whip aside and went over to a brazier where several irons heated in the hot coals. He picked one up and returned to Legolas. Grabbing Legolas' left ankle, Orin pressed the red-hot iron to the bottom of the Elf's foot.
Legolas tried to jerk away, but couldn't. He clenched his jaw so hard to keep from screaming he thought it would break then Orin put the iron against the bottom of his other foot. A cry slipped free before Legolas stopped it.
"Better, pretty one, better, scream for Orin then Orin will stop the pain, he will," Orin said. He walked behind Legolas and began applying the hot iron to his back, thighs and legs.
Finally Legolas couldn't bear the pain any longer, but he still managed to keep from screaming. He went limp as he lost consciousness.
"Let him hang there for the last half hour, Orin will continue next time master brings the pretty one to Orin, yes," Orin said. He put the iron back and left the chamber.
Legolas woke up back in his cell, chained against the wall. The pressure of the wall against the burns and cuts on his back hurt them horribly. His feet hurt nearly as bad. He groaned and closed his eyes, trying to forget the pain. He wondered if Jaisia was all right.
**MEANWHILE**
Jaisia winced as the overseer's whip cut into her back and pulled with all her strength. Finally the heavy load began to move. She had never felt so ashamed, harnessed to a wagon like a common horse!! She didn't dare resist. The hateful mage, Darrin, had made it clear that Legolas would be punished in her stead if she didn't obey. She pulled the load of wood up the street and was yanked to a stop.
Other slaves unloaded the wagon then Jaisia was taken back for another load. The day seemed endless, but finally she was returned to her cell and chained up again.
Darrin entered the cell. "The overseer tells me you are a very useful creature, my dear. He has asked to have use of you tomorrow. I agreed, of course. Remember if you cause no trouble the elf will not suffer any more," he said. "Perhaps when I feel he is more obedient I will let him join the other slaves," he smirked.
Jaisia glared after the mage as he left the cell and the door closed. "I'll kill you for all I and Legolas suffered. I swear it," she vowed silently.
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