Me? Lotr? I fear you flatter me dear reader. I'm not that good. Yet.
Paid In Full.
Veborion raised an eyebrow at me before speaking. "I suppose," He spat, "You thought that was funny."
"It had it's amusing moments."
"Really."
"She asked for it."
"In what way did she 'ask for it'." He queried moving over to where I was standing.
"She shouldn't have insulted me! I AM a natural blonde. Which is more than could be said for her."
"Really." He repeated.
"Yes."
"I will kill you slowly. I will get more pleasure from it that way." He stated matter of factly.
"Fine. Whatever."
***
Yes I knew I was digging the hole deeper, but right at that moment I really didn't care. Hell, I was gonna end up dying in some horrible manner in Middle Earth eventually, so I figured that I may as well fuck up as much of it as a sort of revenge first y'know? Hence the rather enjoyable baiting of Veborion.
Yes I knew he could torture me, yes I knew he probably would torture me, but hey I was sick and tired of running and it was all down to him that I was in this mess in the first place. Well, him and his sister but I'd already ruined her wedding so I figured her debt to me was already paid. I'm not one to bear a grudge. Well, not much anyway. Veborion however was another story entirely.
***
"Do you know you smell?"
"Pardon?"
"I said, do you know you smell? Smell bad that is. Didn't you have a wash yesterday?"
Veborion mumbled something as he finished tying me to a chair in his room.
"Take it from me, you REALLY need a wash. DO you want me to pass out before you have a chance to torture me? It'll take out the whole fun element y'know."
Veborion glared as he made his way to a door, obviously his bedroom came with en-suite facilities.
"The perks of being royal eh?" I asked as he opened the door, "They don't have those down in the dungeons."
Veborion turned and sent an icy glare in my direction. "DO. NOT. MOVE." He said before shutting the door behind him.
***
I spent the first five minutes trying to get free. Then I remembered. The rope. It was made by the elves. And therefore wasn't going to undo anytime soon. "Damn!" I muttered. I tried to move the chair only to discover it was very very heavy. I did managed to rock it though. "Good stuff!" I exclaimed, before yelling loudly as the chair toppled over and I ended up lying face down on the floor with the chair pinning me there.
Veborion burst through the door clad in only a small towel. Under the impression I was trying to escape I noted sourly. Damn, I thought as I surveyed him from my somewhat uncomfortable position on the floor, that elf sure does look good in almost nothing. Better if it was absolutely nothing though. Hmm. My mind trailed off as I realised he was laughing. At me.
"Stop laughing and help me!" I cried.
"Why?"
"Because, hello? I'm dying under here. Wouldn't want to deprive you of the opportunity of giving me an even more unpleasant death now would we?"
Veborion carried on laughing as he lifted up the chair with me still attached with no effort at all. He carried on laughing as he went back to the other room. I felt totally humiliated. He was laughing at me! Bastard. My ego was now in shreds on the floor. And my self esteem lay there with it. It was right about that moment that I realised that I utterly hated him.
Idiot.
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So he hasn't killed me yet. Ah well, there's still time. R&R please!
Paid In Full.
Veborion raised an eyebrow at me before speaking. "I suppose," He spat, "You thought that was funny."
"It had it's amusing moments."
"Really."
"She asked for it."
"In what way did she 'ask for it'." He queried moving over to where I was standing.
"She shouldn't have insulted me! I AM a natural blonde. Which is more than could be said for her."
"Really." He repeated.
"Yes."
"I will kill you slowly. I will get more pleasure from it that way." He stated matter of factly.
"Fine. Whatever."
***
Yes I knew I was digging the hole deeper, but right at that moment I really didn't care. Hell, I was gonna end up dying in some horrible manner in Middle Earth eventually, so I figured that I may as well fuck up as much of it as a sort of revenge first y'know? Hence the rather enjoyable baiting of Veborion.
Yes I knew he could torture me, yes I knew he probably would torture me, but hey I was sick and tired of running and it was all down to him that I was in this mess in the first place. Well, him and his sister but I'd already ruined her wedding so I figured her debt to me was already paid. I'm not one to bear a grudge. Well, not much anyway. Veborion however was another story entirely.
***
"Do you know you smell?"
"Pardon?"
"I said, do you know you smell? Smell bad that is. Didn't you have a wash yesterday?"
Veborion mumbled something as he finished tying me to a chair in his room.
"Take it from me, you REALLY need a wash. DO you want me to pass out before you have a chance to torture me? It'll take out the whole fun element y'know."
Veborion glared as he made his way to a door, obviously his bedroom came with en-suite facilities.
"The perks of being royal eh?" I asked as he opened the door, "They don't have those down in the dungeons."
Veborion turned and sent an icy glare in my direction. "DO. NOT. MOVE." He said before shutting the door behind him.
***
I spent the first five minutes trying to get free. Then I remembered. The rope. It was made by the elves. And therefore wasn't going to undo anytime soon. "Damn!" I muttered. I tried to move the chair only to discover it was very very heavy. I did managed to rock it though. "Good stuff!" I exclaimed, before yelling loudly as the chair toppled over and I ended up lying face down on the floor with the chair pinning me there.
Veborion burst through the door clad in only a small towel. Under the impression I was trying to escape I noted sourly. Damn, I thought as I surveyed him from my somewhat uncomfortable position on the floor, that elf sure does look good in almost nothing. Better if it was absolutely nothing though. Hmm. My mind trailed off as I realised he was laughing. At me.
"Stop laughing and help me!" I cried.
"Why?"
"Because, hello? I'm dying under here. Wouldn't want to deprive you of the opportunity of giving me an even more unpleasant death now would we?"
Veborion carried on laughing as he lifted up the chair with me still attached with no effort at all. He carried on laughing as he went back to the other room. I felt totally humiliated. He was laughing at me! Bastard. My ego was now in shreds on the floor. And my self esteem lay there with it. It was right about that moment that I realised that I utterly hated him.
Idiot.
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So he hasn't killed me yet. Ah well, there's still time. R&R please!
