A/N: Don't own Lord of the Rings. Yada yada yada. Okay, Stacie's memory of the "project torture" is a tad bit graphic. If you get sick easily by reading about torturing and what not, I suggest you skip it. It's just in here to let you know what she is about to experience. Her memory is put in ***la la la la***.
Aragorn decided to let Stacie have her freedom for the last two days of her stay, and be without an escort. This was fortunate, for the girl and the Elf just weren't getting along at the moment.
As her stay was nearing an end, many a people were leaving Minas Tirith and going home. The hobbits had plans to leave a few days after she did. The lady Galadriel and lord Elrond had decided to stay until after Stacie's departure, to make sure things went well. Legolas and Gimli were going to stay another month in Gondor before leaving to visit the glittering caves and Fangorn.
Stacie sat in a pine tree. She always loved pine trees. Their scent was just so soothing. That helped since she was pissed off at Legolas. (I can't believe he would throw that in my face) The thought raced through her mind. (I am leaving in two freaking days and chooses now to make matters worse.)
There was one thought that would not stop going through her mind. The torture assignment. The worst of all. Memories of the event swam through her head...
***
"Stacie you will do this, or the guys are gonna have to kill you! You know too much for us to let you go."
"But I can't do this!!! It's wrong!" Jennifer rolled her eyes.
"Give me a break! You've killed like at least twenty people, and you're just now starting to think it's wrong?! Besides, you're a pro. You know what you're doing. They don't. Now you will do this!"
"No, I will not. All of my killings have been quick. I refuse to do it." Jennifer pulled a knife from her belt and held to Stacie's throat. She had her arms pinned behind her back quicker than lightning.
"You will do it." She pushed the knife slightly. Stacie grimaced.
"Fine, I'll do it!" The pressure of the blade was released from her throat. She rubbed her throat, there was only a little blood.
"Good. Now go! Time is running out." Jennifer slid a briefcase across the table towards her. "You know what to do." She reluctantly took hold of the briefcase and walked briskly out the door. On the way out, she put on sunglasses and a blonde wig.
She trembled slightly as she reached the biker's hangout: an old abandoned building. She knocked lightly on the door. It flew open immediately. The tough look on the gruff man's face turned to amusement.
"And how might I help you?" He asked. A twinkle in his eyes. Stacie put on her best slutty attitude.
"Uh, sorry to bother you. I'm sure such a...handsome man as yourself has a busy schedule," she innocently twirled her hair, and forced a look on her face that suggested 'interest'. "but I'm lost. And, uh, I was wondering if you could help me find my way?"
"Sure. Come on in." He winked. She tried her best to hide her disgust as she walked into the old house. Once in, she leaned against a counter, letting her jacket fall back to expose a very low cut halter top.
"Not too shabby." She said, looking him up and down at the same time. He walked towards her, intentions obvious. He stroked her hair and kept looking her up and down. She felt like she was going to vomit, but managed to keep up the act. She forced a "lets fool around" look in her eyes. She waited until he got a little nearer and was about to kiss her. Then she kneed him right where it hurts. She smiled as he bent over in pain. Before he could get over that, she punched his shoulder, which caused his gut to stick, which she punched with her left hand.
"Aw, is this not what you were expecting? Sorry, but I'm not a whor." She finished the sentance by punching him in the face, of course she had on four rings. Each one having a big diamond on it.
He whinced in pain. Blood trickled down his cheek. Next she grabbed an empty vase that was on the table and hit him over the head with it, knocking him unconscious. She watched as he fell to the ground. She had precisely ten hours to do her work.
She put her briefcase on a dusty old table and pulled a key out from her pocket, unlocking the brief case. Stacie wasn't at all surprised to find syringes and small containers of certain chemicals. There was also a scapel, a small pair of sergical scissors, a sharp blade, duck tape, and a small flashlight.
She hulled the large muscle mass to a chair. She duck taped him in place. She walked over to the rusty fauscett and splashed some water onto his face. In order to proceed, he had to be awake. His eyes flitted open, cries of pain escaping his mouth.
"You! Why little bi-"
"Naughty little boy. Tsk, tsk." She shook her head. "Be careful of what you say. Insults shall only make your pain worse. Now," She talked as she filled a syringe with a lovely little liquid. "I believe you have some information, Mr. Tailor, which concerns the people whom I work for. I expect to obtain that information before dawn. Until I do get it, we are going to have some fun!" She emphasized her point by snapping her gloves on. Fear grew in the man's eyes.
"I know nothing!" He pleaded.
"Ah, but that is where you are wrong. You and I both know you're hiding something in that scrawny brain of yours, Mr. Tailor. Now, where are the light switches? There they are!" She walked over to them and flipped the lights out. She turned on the little flashlight. After tearing of two small pieces of tape, she walked over the scared male. She shone the light in his eyes, causing him to blink. She taped back his eyelids once they were wide open. She held the light right by his eyes, a scowl on her face.
"Tell me what you know and this will be over with." She said firmly.
"I...I...know nothing!" He sputted out.
"YOU LIE!!! Now tell me!" He tried desperately to blink, but could not. (a/n: If you feel sorry for the guy, go back and read what a lustful loser he is. I promise, he's not getting tortured for nothing.) She sighed in annoyance.
"Step two." She pulled out the syringe she had just filled up. She smiled wickedly as she stabbed it into his arm and used her precious time injecting it. He cried out in pain, but she immediately slapped him into silence.
"Are you willing to talk yet?! Where are they?"
"I don't know." He cried.
"Fine. Step three." She pulled out a scapel. Still didn't talk. Next came the cutting. The torture processed continued for five more hours. Finally she got the answer. Of course it took him an hour to say it because was in such a state of pain, and she practically destroyed him both mentally and physically. But what he said basically was that he and his little gang heard about her assassinating company and kidnapped six of their members. Now, this is the part Jennifer wanted Stacie to get out of Mr. Tailor-where the six were at. Well, they were dead. Chopped to bits. (a/n: now do you feel sorry for him?) Of course the three girls were raped first. After hearing this information, Stacie grabbed the blade and viciously stabbed him repeatedly. After that, she gathered her belongings and left the house. Two hours later, his little group came back to the house to find their leader skewered in a chair. They learned their lesson.
***
She cried hard. It was still yet to come, and she knew she couldn't escape. She still had 48 hours. Forty-eight hours of feeling like she was being killed over and over and over again...
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A/N: Okay, I need to know. Should I change this to an R rating, just to be safe? Cuz I know it's gotten a little VIOLENT, perhaps? You're probably wondering if I'm psychotic, and the answer is yes. Do I kill people in actuality? No.
I got the idea for this story from an inside joke at school. Read my bio if you want to know more about it.
Aragorn decided to let Stacie have her freedom for the last two days of her stay, and be without an escort. This was fortunate, for the girl and the Elf just weren't getting along at the moment.
As her stay was nearing an end, many a people were leaving Minas Tirith and going home. The hobbits had plans to leave a few days after she did. The lady Galadriel and lord Elrond had decided to stay until after Stacie's departure, to make sure things went well. Legolas and Gimli were going to stay another month in Gondor before leaving to visit the glittering caves and Fangorn.
Stacie sat in a pine tree. She always loved pine trees. Their scent was just so soothing. That helped since she was pissed off at Legolas. (I can't believe he would throw that in my face) The thought raced through her mind. (I am leaving in two freaking days and chooses now to make matters worse.)
There was one thought that would not stop going through her mind. The torture assignment. The worst of all. Memories of the event swam through her head...
***
"Stacie you will do this, or the guys are gonna have to kill you! You know too much for us to let you go."
"But I can't do this!!! It's wrong!" Jennifer rolled her eyes.
"Give me a break! You've killed like at least twenty people, and you're just now starting to think it's wrong?! Besides, you're a pro. You know what you're doing. They don't. Now you will do this!"
"No, I will not. All of my killings have been quick. I refuse to do it." Jennifer pulled a knife from her belt and held to Stacie's throat. She had her arms pinned behind her back quicker than lightning.
"You will do it." She pushed the knife slightly. Stacie grimaced.
"Fine, I'll do it!" The pressure of the blade was released from her throat. She rubbed her throat, there was only a little blood.
"Good. Now go! Time is running out." Jennifer slid a briefcase across the table towards her. "You know what to do." She reluctantly took hold of the briefcase and walked briskly out the door. On the way out, she put on sunglasses and a blonde wig.
She trembled slightly as she reached the biker's hangout: an old abandoned building. She knocked lightly on the door. It flew open immediately. The tough look on the gruff man's face turned to amusement.
"And how might I help you?" He asked. A twinkle in his eyes. Stacie put on her best slutty attitude.
"Uh, sorry to bother you. I'm sure such a...handsome man as yourself has a busy schedule," she innocently twirled her hair, and forced a look on her face that suggested 'interest'. "but I'm lost. And, uh, I was wondering if you could help me find my way?"
"Sure. Come on in." He winked. She tried her best to hide her disgust as she walked into the old house. Once in, she leaned against a counter, letting her jacket fall back to expose a very low cut halter top.
"Not too shabby." She said, looking him up and down at the same time. He walked towards her, intentions obvious. He stroked her hair and kept looking her up and down. She felt like she was going to vomit, but managed to keep up the act. She forced a "lets fool around" look in her eyes. She waited until he got a little nearer and was about to kiss her. Then she kneed him right where it hurts. She smiled as he bent over in pain. Before he could get over that, she punched his shoulder, which caused his gut to stick, which she punched with her left hand.
"Aw, is this not what you were expecting? Sorry, but I'm not a whor." She finished the sentance by punching him in the face, of course she had on four rings. Each one having a big diamond on it.
He whinced in pain. Blood trickled down his cheek. Next she grabbed an empty vase that was on the table and hit him over the head with it, knocking him unconscious. She watched as he fell to the ground. She had precisely ten hours to do her work.
She put her briefcase on a dusty old table and pulled a key out from her pocket, unlocking the brief case. Stacie wasn't at all surprised to find syringes and small containers of certain chemicals. There was also a scapel, a small pair of sergical scissors, a sharp blade, duck tape, and a small flashlight.
She hulled the large muscle mass to a chair. She duck taped him in place. She walked over to the rusty fauscett and splashed some water onto his face. In order to proceed, he had to be awake. His eyes flitted open, cries of pain escaping his mouth.
"You! Why little bi-"
"Naughty little boy. Tsk, tsk." She shook her head. "Be careful of what you say. Insults shall only make your pain worse. Now," She talked as she filled a syringe with a lovely little liquid. "I believe you have some information, Mr. Tailor, which concerns the people whom I work for. I expect to obtain that information before dawn. Until I do get it, we are going to have some fun!" She emphasized her point by snapping her gloves on. Fear grew in the man's eyes.
"I know nothing!" He pleaded.
"Ah, but that is where you are wrong. You and I both know you're hiding something in that scrawny brain of yours, Mr. Tailor. Now, where are the light switches? There they are!" She walked over to them and flipped the lights out. She turned on the little flashlight. After tearing of two small pieces of tape, she walked over the scared male. She shone the light in his eyes, causing him to blink. She taped back his eyelids once they were wide open. She held the light right by his eyes, a scowl on her face.
"Tell me what you know and this will be over with." She said firmly.
"I...I...know nothing!" He sputted out.
"YOU LIE!!! Now tell me!" He tried desperately to blink, but could not. (a/n: If you feel sorry for the guy, go back and read what a lustful loser he is. I promise, he's not getting tortured for nothing.) She sighed in annoyance.
"Step two." She pulled out the syringe she had just filled up. She smiled wickedly as she stabbed it into his arm and used her precious time injecting it. He cried out in pain, but she immediately slapped him into silence.
"Are you willing to talk yet?! Where are they?"
"I don't know." He cried.
"Fine. Step three." She pulled out a scapel. Still didn't talk. Next came the cutting. The torture processed continued for five more hours. Finally she got the answer. Of course it took him an hour to say it because was in such a state of pain, and she practically destroyed him both mentally and physically. But what he said basically was that he and his little gang heard about her assassinating company and kidnapped six of their members. Now, this is the part Jennifer wanted Stacie to get out of Mr. Tailor-where the six were at. Well, they were dead. Chopped to bits. (a/n: now do you feel sorry for him?) Of course the three girls were raped first. After hearing this information, Stacie grabbed the blade and viciously stabbed him repeatedly. After that, she gathered her belongings and left the house. Two hours later, his little group came back to the house to find their leader skewered in a chair. They learned their lesson.
***
She cried hard. It was still yet to come, and she knew she couldn't escape. She still had 48 hours. Forty-eight hours of feeling like she was being killed over and over and over again...
~*~*~
A/N: Okay, I need to know. Should I change this to an R rating, just to be safe? Cuz I know it's gotten a little VIOLENT, perhaps? You're probably wondering if I'm psychotic, and the answer is yes. Do I kill people in actuality? No.
I got the idea for this story from an inside joke at school. Read my bio if you want to know more about it.