Numb…
That was exactly how the Queen wanted to feel like, how she wanted to be. Desensitized, to feel nothing… she wanted to beat her sorrows into submission and just be free of the torturous pain that was slowly eating her inside out, gnawing through flesh and bone as it tried to reach into the very core of her soul.
It was in vain though, wanting that… because yes, some nights she somehow succeeded and with the aid of lots and lots of wine, she would get swallowed into a void so dark and consuming that it left nothing for her to hang onto. It left her momentarily empty, deprived of sensation or warmth or anything worth living for so that for a little while, she could at least find some kind of inner peace to the otherwise turmoil of emotions constantly raging inside of her.
Unfortunately, glorious as that felt, those moments were always short lived. It was a shame but the effects of the wine in her system weren't exactly long lasting and once they were gone, that feeling of devastating loss Robin left lingering in her psyche when he walked out on her would come back with a vengeance, and the results to that was never pretty.
She always ended up a mess, all broken and devastated; because once she would start to sober up and the reality of her situation hit her, she would feel a mixture of anger and sorrow that would make her feel like raging and crying, and the aftermath of such strong emotions always drained her, making her want to end it all.
She should do that… putting an end to it, because the truth of it all was that now that he was gone and the King was every day acting madder and even more out of control, her hope of ever escaping simply withered and died.
It was her fault, the disappointment and yes, everything of what was going on. Her fault for believing there has been a way out, for letting her emotions rule over... for trusting Robin and putting such blind faith on the thought that he was going to get her out of there when in fact, he has never said or even implied that he would.
So yes, it was all on her, for being so stupid… because now he was gone, and she was still there, trapped, and finding herself between a rock and a hard place only made her fee like she was slipping near the edge…
Now, for more than a week, she has tried to hold on for dear life, to be the strong woman she has always tried to be; but the more time that passed and the more her excuses to meet with the King thinned out, the more she felt like just making the jump and just give herself into nothing. To be gone, to disappear, to be no more… because the truth of it all was that she would rather die a thousand deaths than letting the King have her.
No… one would only have to take a look at his soulless little eyes to know how he would take all of his frustrations on her, how his depraved mind would take pleasure in humiliating her and hurting her and she was not going to put up with that. She couldn't, she didn't want to, and she wasn't going to...
"Your Majesty."
Opening her eyes as soon as she recognized the voice of the man entering the room, Regina stared blankly at the ceiling of her private bedchambers and swallowed on dry, the muscles of her body suddenly tensing.
It didn't last long, the internal cringing… because she was already halfway numb and when she was in such a state, she didn't usually care about anything.
Oh, but she should… because she knew why he came for, and it wasn't for something good.
Closing her eyes again, the young Queen heard his footsteps approaching her bed and she asked herself if this was going to be it, if this was the night she finally gave up.
It would be easy, she guessed... and so final… and as she once again thought about embracing the end of her, she wondered how long would it take for life to end if she just grabbed for the small dagger she had hidden under her pillow and put it right into her heart.
Would her hands tremble? Would she think of Robin as she bled into an eternal sleep?
She also wondered why her heart wasn't beating harder or why her eyes were not leaking at such thoughts, but she guessed she had the wine to blame for that. Because no, she wasn't completely drunk yet, but the fiery liquid has acted like some sort of anesthesia and all there was in her was sadness, any other emotion just appeared to have vacated her body.
"My apologies for interrupting your rest, my Queen, I just wanted to personally let you know that the King has been informed of your illness and he has desisted of requesting your presence until all your symptoms fade off."
"My illness?" She asked with a frown, her throat raw and her eyes fluttering open.
"Yes. Judging by the high fever, it could be the flu, a rather contagious case so he doesn't want to take his chances of you passing it to him. Not with the war getting every time nearer and the Kingdom depending on his good health."
Not caring how she was in just a thin silk robe that wasn't covering a great deal of her body, Regina sat on the bed despite the man's presence, her eyes lingering on him for what felt an eternity.
As always, he was just there, eyes glued to the floor and his posture as rigid as ever.
Now Graham… it was funny how she always took this man for granted even when he was more often than not, the one taking care of her. He was the one making sure her meals would be served when the King would refuse to let her out of her chambers, the one covering up when she acted in what the court would describe as unruly and yes, the one making excuses to have her go another day without the King calling her to his own rooms…
He was always there… unlike her father that gave her away and as much as it hurt to admit it, unlike Robin who took off without a look back.
"So I have the flu now? Good." Reaching for the glass on her nightstand, the Queen drank the rest of her wine and then sighed, still looking at the guard… thinking, her mind rolling onto places she shouldn't really roam into...
"It will be just for a few days though… my apologies that I couldn't think of anything that would last longer."
Blinking slowly and probably having one of the worst ideas ever, Regina hummed, because a couple of days was actually all she needed.
It wasn't the best thing ever, true… but what if Graham was the one to take her out? What if the two of them ran away never ever to be seen through the entire Kingdom again?
She had jewels they could sell, lots of them so money wouldn't be a problem. They could just go and take a ship to the other side of the world and simply start anew.
Now sure, Graham wasn't Robin and leaving with him wasn't what she wanted, but he was better than the alternative, which was staying with Leo.
Who knew? If she really tried to, she could learn to care for him, maybe even love him in the long run and forget all about the man that left her behind.
And really, it wouldn't even have to be so hard. She knew that at least the guard cared, he was also kind, he would die before letting anything happen to her and well, she guessed he wasn't that bad to look at.
Again, he wasn't Robin… he had the wrong shade of blue on his stare, he lacked the dimple smile she loved so much and his hair was too styled when compared to the careless way in which Robin's own hair went everywhere. His accent was different too, he looked too soft and he wouldn't look at her in the eye the way Robin did, but overall, he wasn't such a bad fate if you asked her.
He was handsome in his own way, and with time he could even make the knot in her stomach Robin left in her loosen up.
The only thing she had to make sure was if he could get into her as well, and if he was available.
"Do you have a woman, Graham? A wife, a girlfriend? Or maybe a man?"
Lifting his eyes for a moment so that he could look at her, her personal guard blinked a few times as if uncertain of how to respond. But then he was back looking at the floor, his face as stoic as ever. "No, my Queen… I don't have a woman, and I don't fancy men."
Perfect, she thought… but still, she was unable to find joy in the small victory.
Not like that mattered, so standing up from the bed so that she could walk to him, Regina bit on her lips, trying to find confidence in her approach.
It shouldn't be hard, not when she knew the drill already; like she hasn't spent so much time watching whores flirt with men for nothing. She knew how feeble they became under the touch of a woman, and how willing they were to agree to anything when their cocks were buried deep into a warm cunt.
Also, her time with Robin taught her a thing or two in the arts of men as well so now she just needed to use the acquired knowledge on this one.
"And do you want one?"
Biting hard on her tongue as his eyes stared at her in what seemed to be confusion, Regina decided to send it all to hell and just go for it. That was how she ended up resting the palms of her hands to his chest as she leaned close in to him.
What happened next happened as if in slow motion… or more so, like an out of body experience where even if she couldn't feel a thing, she knew and could even see her mouth firmly pressing against his. At least for a moment, because as if he was being burned, Graham quickly pulled his face a few inches away
"Your Majesty?" He whispered, visibly swallowing hard. Regina didn't even mind him, and sliding her hands to his shoulders, she just pressed even closer to him, searching for his mouth once again.
Who knew? This could serve as a double purpose because yes, she could get her so much desired freedom though him, but maybe she could also use it as a way to force Robin out of her mind.
What was sex anyway but a physical act? And that she liked it with Robin could only mean she could like it with Graham. He wasn't Leopold, he wasn't going to hurt her… so maybe she could start to get the hang of him now?
With that in mind, she kissed him harder, trying to force her senses into feeling it, and when he didn't pull away but instead remained there as if frozen, she grabbed his face and just crushed her mouth against his.
He relaxed a little into that and searching for an even better reaction, she tried to let her body mold into his.
She kind of managed... but still, even with one of her legs getting between the two of his and her hands moving down his arms, there was nothing. They didn't fit... they didn't flow like she did with Robin.
She also didn't feel her heart skip a beat when she made the kiss go deeper, her skin didn't break into goosebumps when she heard him hum nor when he kissed her back, and she didn't feel her insides turn into liquid fire when he finally put his hands into use and buried them into her hair.
Sure, the whole thing wasn't necessarily unpleasant and the tenderness in which he ran his fingers down her face was encouraging; but still… the consuming fire Robin would make her feel and that amazing sensation of melting into his mouth was just not there… because Graham simply wasn't him...
Frustrated because things were just not working as she wanted them, the brunette woman sighed, her eyes tight shut as she reached for one of his hands to make it slide down under her robe and right over her breast.
That still did nothing for her, not when he closed his hand over her flesh and not when his other arm came down to circle her waist to bring her closer.
She tried to, she really did, to get lost in him in the same way she would do with Robin, but at the end of it all, the only feeling tormenting her was a sense of devastation at the realization that she wasn't ever going to forget about him.
In fact, it was only when she forced her mind to imagine it was Robin the one kissing her and touching her, when she started to play pretend that he never left and that he was there with her, that she at last started to feel a tingle right between her legs that made her moan into the kiss.
Maybe it could work if she did it like that, so rubbing herself to him, she decided to find refuge into her memories to make herself feel it…
But, before she could even get into the whole thing, his hands were dropped from her and he was suddenly pulling away, leaving her with her mouth half open and her mind racing. "What's wrong?"
Blinking a couple of times and licking the taste of her out his lips, Graham blew out a breath, his eyes darker than their regular blue and his face all flushed. "You know I'm not him, right?"
It took Regina a second to understand what he meant, but when she did, she scoffed because yes, she knew he wasn't Robin… the same way that she knew nobody would ever compare to him, but at least he wasn't Leopold and for her that was more than enough.
"I know, and I don't mind."
Grabbing her face still when she went in for another kiss, Graham blinked slowly. "But I do. Your Majesty, I… I can't... not like this."
Sucking into a shaky breath because how could she convince him to help her escape when she couldn't even make him want to bed her, Regina turned around and with a dramatic sob, she threw herself face first back over her bed.
She didn't get it… couldn't understand what she did wrong. He has been responding fine… she has felt him respond fine… at least until he just decided he didn't want her...
Not like it mattered now, because she just ruined it.
Well… she thought bitterly; it has been a stupid idea anyway. Leopold would never even allow for her to walk out of the castle's doors; at least not in the paranoid state in which he was, so she would have to either accept her fate already or take her own life.
It was a tough choice, because she really didn't want to die, but at the same time, she couldn't bear the thought of living a life where the King would get to touch her whenever he felt like it.
"My Queen-"
"Just leave me alone." She mumbled into her pillow, her voice cracking the slightest bit.
To her surprise, Graham did something he has never done before, he disobeyed a direct command, sat on her bed and willingly touched her, his hand curling to the back of her head softly.
He didn't say anything though, he just lingered there as Regina sniffed into her pillow, her hand sliding underneath it so that she could touch the dagger.
As it has been her intentions, the feeling of it served as a reminder of what was at stake, so wanting to know why she failed so miserably in her attempts to make him want her, she turned a bit to the side and blinked the tears that wanted to break out of her eyes.
"Why did you stop, you don't want me?" And really, it was alright if he wasn't drawn to her that way, because it wasn't like she needed him to be crazy about her. For all she cared, he could even imagine she was someone else if that was what it took for him to make him want to have sex with her.
But if it was because she did it wrong, or because he liked to be kissed any other way, she could at least fix it.
She would do anything...
Letting out an unusual chuckle, Graham pulled his hand away so that he could slide it down his face. "Believe me, I don't think I've ever wanted something as much as I've wanted to feel how it was to kiss you even if it was just once in my life… but not like this, not with someone else in your mind. Besides, you don't have to do any of what you did for me to help you, you know?"
Regina blinked once, then twice, watching him. "What do you mean?"
"I think what I mean to say is that I don't know how, or when because the King is acting all paranoid over the rumors of both you and the Princess taking lovers and he has men always on the lookout; but I'm going to get you out of here, to where he can't get to you… and I don't expect anything back from it."
Lifting up so that she could sit in front of him, Regina kept her eyes on him. He was back to serious, but there was something in the intensity of his eyes that was saying it all.
Yes, he was going to help her without any compromise and in a way, knowing that was a relief, and it made her feel hopeful. "You really would?"
He nodded, and in that moment, for the first time in the last several days, she smiled…
XxXxXxX
They were going to strike at midnight.
The plan was all laid out and set into motion already. The weapons were distributed through the contact inside the working fields, the prisoners were on high alert, and some of the rebels were even there, scouting the area to find the best spot to wait for the signal that was going to cue them into when to proceed.
So yes, the wheels were rolling, and judging by what he could see, they were rolling in the right direction.
Especially with the rebels, as he has made sure that they understood how they could only strike when they got the signal from the soon to be free prisoners. Only then, once the camp was free, they could go on and storm into the castle to take it, hopefully taking the King down in the process.
It was going to be quick, and swift, and if all went according to plan, very successful.
There was just no way for things to go wrong, after all, they knew for a fact that even though King Leopold was very much aware that his enemies were on the approach, his eyes were set on King George's men and their whereabouts, and because of that, he had most of his might there, ready for battle in the outsides of the plains.
A huge mistake, because they were unknowingly giving the rebels a huge advantage when it came to striking a surprise attack. In their mishap, they didn't have the manpower to defend their grounds, and that was an imperdonable slip from a man that was supposed to be a war expert.
They also knew that the King's guards were not ready to deal with a prisoners' revolt in the magnitude of the one they were planning, and that only meant that whatever manpower the castle had, it was going to be sent into the working fields to subdue their captives.
What they didn't know was that leaving that security breach in what was supposed to be their fortress, was going to be the end of Leopold and his reign of terror.
It was the perfect plan, smooth but imminent, and he had faith that it was going to work, that the King and his men wouldn't even know what hit them. First, with the uprising from the prisoners, and then when the rebels seized the castle.
It was going to be glorious, a day for the books and even thinking about it, provoked a rush of adrenaline to pump through his veins. Too bad that he wasn't going to be there to see it, as he was going to be busy with a more important task; one that was going to take place now: finding the Queen and taking her away from all the chaos that was going to ensue.
Now... that part of the plan was his alone, and other than Will, nobody even suspected. Not Regina, as he stupidly forgot to tell her, and definitely not the rebels.
Now, not telling the Queen when he had the chance was a mistake that has kept him awake most of his nights, feeling guilty by the omission… wondering what she was thinking, what she was doing, and hoping to God that she didn't think he simply abandoned her.
He also hoped, with everything that he had, that she was alright and that no harm had come her way by the hands of the King.
As for the group, what could he say? He didn't fully trust them enough to drop them such a bomb like the one he was planning. Besides, this thing that he had to do was a one man-job, and if he told Will about it, it was because in case he didn't make it, at least he wanted Regina to have a chance of making it out.
Not that he had plans of cocking it up, no… he couldn't. This was a thing that had to be done right from the very beginning and God knew that he couldn't fail; because no matter how they were joined by the same cause, he didn't even want to imagine what some of those men would do to her if Will didn't make it on time and they got their chance at laying their hands on her first.
What could he say? She was a Queen, a stunning and beautiful one, and what was worse, she was married to the most hated man all around and that was a dangerous combination.
He wouldn't doubt that in their thirst for vengeance, the rebels would want to do what men did in war and have their turns with her before hanging her, and that was something he couldn't allow to happen.
King George's men would have kidnapped her, probably, if their commander was smart, but the rebels? No… they were going to act as animals.
That was why for the past week or so, he has been meticulously planning for this as well, cracking his skull open with so much thinking; at least until he came with the perfect way to do it.
It was a simple thing, in a way easy, because after so many nights studying the perimeters, he knew when the guards changed their shifts, he knew who got distracted with what and at what hour, and that was the kind of information that was going to help him get in.
That was how in that moment, at a quarter to seven, he ended up at the back gate that led into the castle. It was the less guarded one and what was better, it was all cracked. Also, the men that patrolled the fence were the laziest of them all, taking their tea breaks at all times and never on the lookout of what was going on in the surroundings.
A piece of cake, actually, and now that he was there, it was just a matter of biding his time.
When the moment came, he would go for it; taking cover into the darkness of the night that already crept upon them to sneak in. Once that was done, he just had to make it into the castle.
He had the map in his mind of the entire place, thanks to Lacey, so once in, it was just a matter of not letting himself be seen, getting Regina, and then sneaking back out.
He just needed to be silent as a shadow, leave no trail, and take her as far away as he could… where she could be safe, free and hopefully, his.
If she wanted, of course… thing that he was very much hoping for.
Chewing on his lips, the man nodded, silently agreeing with his own plan, and hoping with every fiber of his being, that it could carry on to perfection.
So far it looked good, so taking in a deep breath when the guard finally turned his back so that he could sit over an old barrel while grabbing what appeared to be a cigarette, Robin decided that it was his time to go for it, his eyes set on the cracked fence and his mind getting ready to do this as quietly as he could.
Now, he was barely making it out of his hiding place when he felt it, his side being hit hard enough to make him fall on the dirt.
He went down with a thud, quickly realizing that the impact has been provoked by a running person that somehow collided against him and tackled him down.
It was a man… a very loud one that between groans, apparently wanted to get away from him as fast as he could. In his attempts, he wasn't letting Robin get up either, as he somehow kept pushing him down.
"What the…" The man said, not exactly loud, but it wasn't a whisper either, and as was to be expected, the sound caught the attention of the guard making the rounds.
"Who's there?"
Hit by a rush of adrenaline because no, he couldn't get caught, Robin tried to push his attacker away to get up to his feet and retreat.
The man apparently had the same revelation because he quickly and with the agility of a wild cat, rolled away and disappeared into some bushes.
It all happened fast, too fast, one second he was ready to go and get his Queen, and the next one he was hurrying back to his hidden place, the sound of the guard calling for backup echoing inside his head..
"Fuck, fuck…" He mumbled under his breath, a mixture of dread and anger surging in his stomach and bubbling up his chest.
But then when he saw the man, a blond he was sure he has seen around the Rebel's camp and who identified himself as a runaway guard from Leopold's ranks make the run for the fence again and actually making it, he felt like screaming the curse words out loud.
Like was this real? Did the kid just ruin things for him and for what?
Biting hard into the inside of his cheek, the former prisoner made as if to turn around to leave, thinking that maybe if he tried another spot along the fence, that he could climb it…
It was still early, so he still had time… the only thing he needed was to be more careful.
But before he could completely silently disappear, he heard the distinct click of a gun unlocking and in a matter of nothing, there was a barrel pressing to the back of his head.
"Well, well, well… look what we have here. If it isn't Locksley himself..."
Closing his eyes and twisting his lips, Robin swallowed on dry because yes, he recognized the voice without even having to look. He didn't even have to force his memories, because how could he forget one of the guards that had gone out of his way to torment his days as a prisoner in that camp?
No, he couldn't forget, he never would, and so he knew that this man standing behind him with a gun to his head was Nottingham, and that meant that he was very much fucked…
If there was ever any doubt about that, it went away when the man laughed and without any warning whatsoever, hit his head hard enough to make him black out...
When he woke up later on, his mind blank and confused, he couldn't help but to groan in pain. It was all he could do, because he sure as hell couldn't think… not with his head pounding like it was.
It was really bad, the pain strong enough to make him wince and he was sure that the reason he was hurting so much was because his brain had swollen and his skull wasn't providing the space it needed to grow.
But what was his brain if not insistent? It needed the space so it beat unmercifully against the reduced space, menacing to crack his head open and spill all over.
For a wild moment of blind irrationality, Robin was afraid for his brain so wanting to act before it was too late, he tried to place both hands over his head. He wanted to prevent a disaster, but he failed in his attempt as his hands only came half the way, stopping abruptly before they could lift past his shoulders.
Deeming it odd, he blinked his eyes open, his blue orbs finding his vision to be fuzzy and unfocused. The motion also sent a new bolt of pain right into his skull and he had to close his eyes again, waiting until the pain started to fade away into a dull throb.
A couple of minutes went by for things to get somehow better, but even then, the faint throb was still bad, it felt as if there was someone behind him using his head as a personal tambourine, beating in a slow but steady pace…
Maybe he was going to need some time to recuperate from this one, maybe to lay down? But first, he needed to move his arms.
With that in mind he drew in a deep breath and put all his might into lifting his arms once more, and just like before, they stopped midway before they were yanked back.
Grunting in frustration, his head rolled to the side, the feeling that it was too heavy for him to hold up getting the best of him. That only added to his list of nuisances, a killer headache, numb arms, sore rib cage
'What the hell happened?' He thought, and as if in cue, little bits of memories started to come back to him.
He remembered Nottingham, and the blond man that tackled him... and God… Regina, he needed to get to Regina...
Thinking about her, made him open his eyes again and even when it hurt him to do so, he forced them to stay open. He needed to know where he was and most importantly, how to get out.
That way, through heavy lidded eyes he spied before him a poorly lit room that would have been bare if it wasn't for a big wooden table standing alone in the middle of the room. It looked huge in the empty space and for a few minutes he just stared at the simplicity of it; it was only when the room stopped moving in circles that he began to scan the room more thoroughly.
There were no windows that he could see and when he tried to move his head to the side to look for the door, he couldn't move it, as it hurt too much.
"It was about time you woke up."
At the sound of that familiar voice, Robin's head jerked up. There was pain in the motion but it was secondary to the anger that started to boil whitin his entire being.
Still, he decided to play it cool. Nobody knew he came for Regina, and he wasn't going to let it be known.
So, narrowing his eyes, Robin cleared his throat, his vision taking in the form of the silhouette standing in a corner of the room. He hadn't seen him until now and he deduced that he missed him because he was standing in the shadows, his face a dark mask hidden in obscurity.
"That's good… very good, because now that you're up, we can have a little chat. Now I'm not going to lie, I kind of want to sugarcoat this and play a little with you but… ah, the King seems to be in a hurry and he wants to know things you are going to tell me, so shall we?"
Robin said nothing, instead, he looked down at his hands to find each one tied to a rope that disappeared somewhere behind him… it made his apprehension grow, because yes, maybe he could sneak his wrists out of the knot, but not with Nottingham there looking.
So yes, as long as the man was there, he was pretty much fucked up and he knew it. Maybe he wouldn't even have the chance to try as the guard could kill him there. Who knew? And if that was his fate, he would be able to do nothing but to take whatever the man was going to give.
And really, the thought of dying there wasn't doing much to him because he has come to peace with the idea of being killed the moment they first captured him… but there was Regina to think about, and that did make him start to feel a bit desperate.
Not like he was going to show how apprehensive he really was, so with a calm that he had to force on himself, he just breathed in and then out.
"So the little prince doesn't want to talk? I mean that is what you thought you were going to be, right, a prince? Or was it a King?"
Biting on his tongue, Robin yanked in slow motion at the ropes. Nothing happened, so he looked once more to the man, realizing maybe for the first time since waking up, that he was kneeling in the middle of the floor while the other man was standing, his towering presence giving the appearance of being bigger than what he really was.
"So tell me..." The man continued, his tone coming off as eerie and detached as he took three steps out of the corner to stand under the yellow flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling. "Are you not going to get that pretty mouth of yours running? I mean… aww I'm disappointed, I was expecting more from you, I wanted more from you."
The tattooed man blinked and took a deep breath, trying to think of a way out of the situation. But he came up blank, as his head was hurting too much for him to think straight.
"So was the Queen you were banging, or was it the Princess? I bet it was the Queen… the little whore does looks like the type to take a prisoner up into her royal bed and fuck him right under the King's nose. Oh, I hope it was worth it, because I have to tell you, he's not happy."
At the words, Robin clenched his jaw and tried to remain as still as he could, not wanting to give up anything… but as he closed his eyes and got ready to ignore him, the guard hurried to his side and kicked him hard in the stomach.
The force of the blow knocked all the air out of his lungs and he had to double over, coughing and feeling more in pain than ever.
"Don't you dare ignore me, you filthy scumbag." The man said in a hiss, crouching down so that he could yank at his hair and thus forcing him look into the steel depths of his eyes. After saying that, he punched Robin on the side of the head before getting to his feet.
Swallowing down the groan that wanted to escape him, Robin's vision blurred out for a few seconds as confusion turned to pain and then to anger.
"Who did you bang?"
Probably making a huge mistake, Robin decided to speak. "I think it was your mother."
Nottingham's face darkened, but instead of hitting him again as he has been expecting, he just grinned. "Fine, don't talk. But don't tell me later on I didn't warn you." With that said, the man walked out through a door.
With his anger overcoming his pain, Robin stared intently at the door, waiting for the guard to show up, but when the man he was waiting for finally crossed the door, he couldn't help but to hold his tongue.
What could he say? He wasn't afraid of dying, true, but at the sight of Nottingham stepping back into the room with what looked like a kendo stick in one hand, he felt an alarm clock ringing inside his head; why? because that only meant that he was going to take his sweet time ending him, and that… well, it didn't look like a fun thing to go through.
It could be a good thing though, because if he held until midnight, maybe someone from the rebels would find him there and set him free, and even if it wasn't the most ideal thing, he could go and find Regina then.
Or, he could kill Nottingham and then go and get the Queen...
Lifting his chin, Robin swallowed hard, trying to untie his wrist from their bondage but unable to. There was no way, he was fucked and he knew it, so… resigned and tilted his head to the side, he just smiled a cynical smile.
"I see you are still the same arsehole that is too afraid to face me on a one on one, uh? Take off his rope and let's see how brave you really are with that stick and all."
"You know, you talk too much for a man that is down on his knees."
"Yeah? Well untie me and I'll show you what I can do." He said because really, what else could he do when he couldn't even break free on his own? Both his wrists already felt chafed and raw with his efforts and he hadn't managed a thing.
But Nottingham, or however he was called, because he was sure that was not his real name, just smiled, crouching down in front of him. "Oh I'm going to have so much fun breaking you, and then I'm going to enjoy it even more when the King comes himself and fucks you even more, because… Locksley, he will fuck you up, so much that you will wish you were dead. So… I guess all I can say here is, checkmate…"
With that said, he got to his feet, lifted the kendo stick, and hit him as hard as he could…
TBC
I know, I know… the bad part is that this isn't over yet. I had to divide it in two parts, because it was going to be too much for just one sitting…