The OC and NPC's belong to Obsidian. This chapter contains adult language, some sexual situations and violence in the torture scenes, so beware. Some minor errors in grammar were left to enhance the story and dialogue. Reviews are welcome.
MEMOIRS OF AN OUTSIDER
Chapter: 14 "Kidnapped"
Neeshka pounded on Khy's bedroom door shouting, "Its midday sleepyhead, get up already"! Shandra and Khelgar heard the commotion and joined
the little tiefling in trying to arouse their leader. "Come on Khy, this is getting silly". Shandra said. Casavir, Bishop and Elanee were drawn to the loud
noise and hurried to see the cause. "What's going on"? Duncan asked the group standing in the hallway. "Khy doesn't answer", Neeshka said
frantically, "I've tried the door and it's locked". Duncan looked at Casavir and said, "Break it down"! Casavir and Bishop put their shoulders to the door
and with one loud crash, they splintered open the entry. The room was empty and she had not slept in her bed. Her armor was draped over a chair and
her boots lay in a pile underneath. "Where is she"? Elanee asked. A glint caught Bishop's eye as he knelt down and picked up the object. He said nothing
to the others, but Neeshka saw his reaction to the item. They talked of searching the city as Bishop left the room and grabbed his pack. Neeshka ran to
her quarters and gathered her equipment then ran to the great room in time to see Bishop disappear through the door.
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Neeshka lagged behind the ranger just enough to follow him without detection. She watched as he left the city and headed north. Hour after hour, Bishop
searched the ground and the surrounding areas for some evidence of Khy's whereabouts. It was growing dark, and a cold sharp wind whipped through
the countryside. Bishop decided to stop and rest for a short time, knowing the impossibilities of finding tracks at night. He heard a muffled sound and
signaled Karnwyr to check out the disturbance. The wolf growled loudly as he circled around to get a better advantage point. He burst out laughing,
holding his sides as he viewed the sight of Karnwyr treeing Neeshka. "Call your fucking wolf off Bishop"! She screamed. He whistled and the wolf ran
to his side, looking strangely as if he was smiling and very pleased with himself. "What are you doing here"? Bishop shouted at the girl as she
climbed down the tree. "You're going after Khy and I'm going with you"! "Tuck that long tail of yours between you legs and go back". He said
angrily. "Not on your life, prick"! Neeshka replied. Bishop walked back to his camp as Neeshka followed, staying clear of the growling wolf.
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"What did you find"? She asked him, sitting by the fire and warming her hands. "I don't know what you mean"? He said with a sneer. "Cut the shit
Bishop", she said, "I saw you, now give it up". He dug through his pocket and handed her the small shiny article. "What is it"? She asked turning it
over in her hand. Bishop took a deep breath and began telling the girl what he knew. It was a gold earring circled with daggers, the emblem of the Luskan
Circle of Blades Assassins Guild. Neeshka looked pale and shook her head in horror. He explained that he knew who the owner of that particular piece of
jewelry was, and that he had abducted Khy. "It's Lorne", he said with fear in his eyes, "I hope she's still alive". "I thought the king had sent all the
Luskans away"? Neeshka said with tears in her eyes. "Apparently not all of them left". Bishop said. "Do you know where they're going"? She
asked. "No", He said, "But I think he's on horseback". Neeshka grabbed the ranger's hand and with tears streaming down her face she said, "We've
got to find her Bishop".
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Khy opened her eyes and blinked several times. She tried to focus her mind and concentrate in the claustrophobic darkness. The smell of pine tar
assaulted her nose and she could sense that something rough covered her face. She attempted to lift her arms, but ropes restricted her movements.
She knew that she was sitting, perhaps in a chair, and that her arms and legs were bound. "Hello", she said, "Is someone there"? She heard footsteps
and then a blinding pain caused tiny dancing lights in her brain. She shook her head to clear the floating stars when another blow connected, then
another, and another. She could taste the saltiness of blood and shouted, "STOP"! "Please, what's happening"? One more punch sent her back to
oblivion.
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She woke to the same blackness, the same pungent odor of pine tar, but this time she was laying on a hard surface. Her limbs were still secured; moving
was out of the question and her head pounded. She heard the loud shuffling of heavy boots and struggled to twist and roll away from the threatening
sound. She attempted to scream, but the ruthless attack centered on her stomach and left her breathless. She fought for air as she felt the jagged boot
withdraw and then once more forcefully plowed into her abdomen. She was becoming disoriented and the next vile kick caused her to vomit. Her back
received the next wave, then her chest and legs. The excruciating pain racked her body, as the malicious thrashing continued. The viperous assault had
left her a cowering, defenseless mass of mangled flesh. Through the haze, she heard a deep laugh as the desecration of her body continued. The intense
pain was constant now, as she shifted in and out of consciousness. She screamed with every forceful driving blow that tore into her battered body. The
shock of crunching bone sent a pulsating current along her frail form and she moaned in agony. The assailant drove the harsh boot into her face and the
last powerful kick assaulted her tender skull.
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"It's been three days and we haven't really found anything". Neeshka said to the haggard ranger. He had eaten nothing and had barely slept since
leaving the Flagon. The rough terrain seemed to be wearing him down as he forced himself to push on. "The hoof prints are still heading up into the
hills and the only thing in that direction is Ember". He said. "We should arrive there by the day after tomorrow", he told her, "But don't get your
hopes up". He knew Lorne and what he was capable of doing to a captive, especially in a deserted town. Karnwyr bounded toward Bishop and dropped a
rabbit at his feet. "You need to eat Bishop", Neeshka told him, "You'll need your strength when we find them". "Even your wolf can see how
weak you are". The girl said. He could not understand how she kept up with the pace he set. There she was following close and looked as though she
were out on a scenic walk. "How can you have so much energy"? He asked her. "You forget wolf boy", she said laughing, "I'm part demon and with
demon blood comes quite a few perks"!
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Awareness returned slowly to her tattered mind as she tried to lift her head. She could not open her eyes anymore, they were too swollen, and her face
felt large and distended. Someway, she had been transferred to a bed, it felt like a bed, but she could not be sure. She was tied, spread eagle with her
hands and feet extended out and bound tightly. She was positioned on her stomach, which made breathing more difficult. "How long had she been
here"? She wondered, "Who could be performing these heinous acts"? Khy had resigned herself to the fact that she would not live much longer
through the constant malicious torture. She was extremely weak and the never-ending brutal pain only prolonged her suffering. She whimpered as the
whip tore into her soft tissue and created a powerful stinging sensation. Over and over, she could hear the snap and high shrill of the whip as it cut
through the air and then cut into her body. Then suddenly, the lashing stopped. "A reprieve"? She thought. "No, she knew somehow there would be
no mercy". She realized this when she felt the deep searing sensation and smelled her own scorched flesh. She begged and pleaded for it to stop as the
flaying of her skin went on along with her terrified screams. Her mind had floated away, trying to detach itself from the horror continuously wreaked upon
her dying body. Laughter echoed through her head as she felt a vise-like grip squeezing her tender breasts. "Just a little longer", a voice said, "Last just
a little longer you fucking bitch". Khy heard fabric tearing and then felt hands forcing her buttocks apart. Sharp teeth bit into her tattered flesh as she
tried to scream through a parched throat. Something warm and wet ran along the inside of her exposed behind and she groaned with agony with the
forceful penetration of her virginal ass. The burning sensation added to the other wretched throbbing pains racking her deteriorating feeble body. Grunts
and moans could be heard as the depraved man plunged repeatedly into her painful and raw opening. He thrust deeper and faster as he reached the
peak of his fevered pleasure and filled her with his appalling essence.
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"With a steady gait, we should be there in a few hours". Bishop said to the girl. "Five days Bishop", Neeshka said, "He's had her for five days"!
"Four", Bishop responded, "It took at least one day to get here on horseback". "Besides", he said, "He may already be gone". "What"! Neeshka
shouted. "If it was me", Bishop told her, "I would have done the deed and taken off as fast I could back to Luskan". "Bishop"! Neeshka exclaimed.
"Could you really do something like this"? "Could and have". He said flatly. Neeshka took a good look at the man maybe for the first time. She knew
he was a bit on the immoral side of things, but she really didn't know how wicked until now. She also leaned toward the seedier side of the road and
understood how he felt, to a point. "When we get there", Bishop said, "Just follow my lead". "We don't want to alert him to our presence in case
she's still alive". "I can be as stealthy as need be". Neeshka said. "Just don't let your emotions get in the way", he said to Neeshka, "We need to
focus everything on Lorne"!
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Bishop carefully picked his way through the wreckage of the once vibrant town. He scrutinized every section of the areas untouched by fire, hoping for a
trace of anything that would lead him to Lorne. Neeshka skulked behind him, ready to pounce at any moment, when suddenly, a loud guttural scream
pierced the air around them. For a second, he thought it was an injured animal of some kind, until he heard it again. Neeshka pulled his sleeve, and with
frantic gestures indicated, it was Khy. He looked toward the origin of the sound and pinpointed the location as the Snail's Shell inn. The two crept onward
to the building, silently stalking their ruthless prey. Entering the structure, they slowly tiptoed through the hallway in the direction of the muffled screams.
A loud pitiful groan came from the back room ahead, then silence. They inched their way further and heard, "Now you cock-sucking bitch, I'm gonna
fuck that cunt of yours so hard that it'll split you in half". Lorne shouted. "And when I finally cum, I'm gonna snap your fucking neck"! "Wake up
you whore", Lorne yelled, "I want you awake as you feel my cock rip through that gap between your legs"! "I said wake up you slut"! Lorne
screamed as he slapped the unconscious girl. "Garius will be so pleased when I bring him your head", Lorne announced, "You've been a thorn in his
side too fucking long".
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Bishop lunged at the man knocking him to the floor, and then rolled to his feet. The hefty man jumped to his feet and said, "Bishop, what are you doing
here"? "You're a little late for the fun". "Late"? Bishop asked as he looked over at the form on the bed. "Yeah", Lorne said as he rubbed his crotch,
"Just have a little left to do". Bishop raised the daggers in his hands and replied, "You think you can handle her with that limp slug you call a dick"?
He could see the rage in Lorne's eyes as the huge man attacked. Bishop landed a few good strikes before the bleeding man became a frenzied monster.
Bishop lost his weapons as Lorne knocked him down and began pummeling the trapped ranger. All at once, Bishop saw the little tiefling fling herself on
top of the possessed maniac and drive her blades into his neck. Lorne's massive legs wobbled and then he crumbled to the floor in a twitching heap.
Neeshka stood on the back of the now deceased beast and a deep primordial howl escaped her lips, like a great roar of victory. She looked over at
Bishop, eyes blazing red and teeth bared as she hovered over Lorne's corpse. He had always concealed his fondness for the tiefling and the way she
caused chaos without really trying. Now, seeing her like this, a fleeting moment of fear passed through him. Her features began to soften as she asked,
"Are you okay". "Yeah". He said sighing with relief. He limped over to the lifeless mound as Neeshka kicked and stomped the once mighty assassin until
her fury abated. "This piece of shit hurt her Bishop", she said with tears in her eyes, "He hurt our Khy".
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Neeshka wiped her tears away with back of her sleeve and asked him, "Is she dead"? He ambled over to the small motionless form lying on the
disheveled bed. The crumpled heap of blood and torn flesh did not look human, and for an instant, he believed it wasn't her. He removed the dirty burlap
bag from her head and gasped in horror at the grotesque pulpy mass that was once her angelic face. He felt her neck for any signs of life and was
relieved to feel a weak pulsing brush his fingertips. "She's alive", he said to the girl "Just barely". Neeshka ran to her and cringed at the sight and smell
emanating from her friend and her sister. Dried, dark violet-red blood and vomit crusted and caked her hair and face, and left no semblance of the woman
she knew. Bishop cut the ropes that were binding her to the wooden bed frame and then examined what was left of her tortured remains. Her chemise
and trewes, previously white, were now stained with blood and urine. Deep cuts crisscrossed the entire length of her once perfect body. Bishop observed
the large burns to her arms and legs and surmised some type of hot metal rod made them. He gently turned her, noted the bruising, and slashes to her
stomach and chest. "She's in really bad shape", Bishop said with a trembling voice, "I don't think she'll make it". "We've got to do something"!
Neeshka screamed. Bishop had tended to battle wounds before, but this was more than he could cope with. He took a deep breath, grabbed Neeshka's
shoulders and looked into her eyes saying, "Rummage around the village for any healing kits and potions you can find". "Bring those, blankets,
soap and anything else you can think of that will be of help, down to the river". "We need to clean her up before we can start on her wounds".
Neeshka nodded and ran out of the room to begin searching for the items needed.
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Bishop carefully wrapped Khy's shattered form in sheets and then lifted the frail figure into his arms. He walked out of the inn and turned toward the
rushing river below. He felt as though he had lost something, a precious prize that he never really had the chance to win. He held tightly to her as a single
tear escaped his eyes and slowly rolled down his cheek. He genuinely cared for this woman, though he would never tell her how much. He lowered her to
the ground, then sat next to the unconscious girl, and waited. Neeshka soon arrived with a large makeshift bag thrown over her shoulder. She opened
the wool blanket to reveal a number of items they could use to save their friend. He lifted Khy from the soiled sheets and waded into the cool water,
placing her in a shallow area and then asked Neeshka to support her head. Bishop grabbed soap and a cloth, and began cleaning her face as Neeshka
washed her hair. As he scrubbed away the filth, he thought about the torture and degradation she had endured. Knowing Lorne, he assumed that she
had been bound since arriving. She underwent four days of mindless torment and suffering at the hands of a vindictive sadist and lived. Both eyes were
purple and bulged out from her face with the swelling. He soft lips were cut and misshapen, and the rest of her features bore a series of scratches and
bruises. Neeshka cried as she performed the task of washing the refuse from Khy's once silvery hair.
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Bishop cautiously removed the tattered clothes, finding that some of the fabric had embedded into her wounds. "Why does she smell so dreadful"?
Neeshka asked. "Torture consists of no food, no water, and no privy". Bishop told her. The look of utter disgust covered the tiefling's face as she cried
harder. Bishop flipped the girl onto her stomach as Neeshka held her face out of the water, and stroked her hair. He picked out the fragments of cloth
infesting her gashes which caused the release of a yellowish-green seepage. He soaped and scrubbed her back and legs, attempting to eradicate the
infection of her wounds. Bishop continued to bathe the lash marks and burns that covered most of her form, and was about to lather her behind when
Neeshka told him she would take over. The little tiefling sobbed as she scoured away the waste clinging to Khy's buttocks as Bishop then turned the limp
girl so she could cleanse the front. He watched as Neeshka scrubbed Khy's gashed breasts and stomach, and then leaned over, to shield her private area
from his view as she washed away the grime from between her legs. When they finished, He picked up the lifeless girl and cautiously positioned her on
the clean blanket.
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Neeshka handed him a few potions of light wounds and a couple of minor healing kits. "Is this all you found"? He asked. She nodded, still crying from the
ordeal. He used everything on the open gashes and the potions helped with the swelling, but she still had a number of pink scars riddling her body.
"Neeshka", Bishop said, "She needs more healing". "From what I can tell", he continued, "She has a couple of broken ribs, and I don't know how
seriously she's injured inside". "You have to go for help"! He told her to take Lorne's horse and go for the others, and he would send Karnwyr with
her. She would leave the next morning for Neverwinter, and fetch their remaining companions. He swaddled Khy in the blankets and carried her back
inside the inn. He chose a new room close to the entrance and laid her down, covering her with extra blankets. He and Neeshka went to the great room,
took a bottle from the bar, and drank deeply as they sat staring at each other. Eventually they both slept and were quickly awaken by terrifying screams
from the adjacent room.
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They ran to see Khy sitting in the center of the bed shrieking endlessly. Her eyes were open, but they were glazed and fixed and saw nothing. Bishop
rushed over, putting his arms around the girl as he tried to quiet her by telling her they were with her and everything would be all right. He body shook
violently as she screamed until no sound was heard. Khy did not see or hear them, no recognition—not anything could break through to her. She seemed
to be trapped within her own psyche with no way for her friends to get in touch with her concealed mind.