Pain still radiated through Alanna even though it had been a day
since Jon had left her in the dark shrouded room, her hands still impaled
to the wall. Every time she flinched pain laced it's way again through her
body, making her want to cry out. Mind was slow as her body eat up the
last of it's nutrition, she focused at one thing, Jonathan. Her feet were
tired as well, beginning to feel the strain of having to support her weight
for hours on end.
"Alanna, so nice to see that you have decided to stay." The door had opened, Jonathan's voice rang out into the darkness. She could hear footsteps and then hands rest upon her hips, another body against hers, slightly pulling her down causing her hands to cry out in pain.
"Go to hell." She managed a whisper, the pain she felt edged in her voice.
"I'm the sorry that's the way you feel," Jonathan mused sarcastically. His hands were removed from her hips and then suddenly the dagger was slipped out from her hands, causing another flash of white hot pain. Before she could fall to the floor though, Jonathan took hold of her, wrapping her hands around her torso.
"This is the way it should of been," The king purred into Alanna's ear. She then succumbed, stop trying to fight Jonathan's grasp. The pain itself was to much to handle, although it was wearing off, demanding hunger was taking it's place. He then withdrew slightly, noticing that the futile struggle had come to an end.
"What are you going to do with me?" Alanna's voice was weak.
"You'll see soon enough my Lioness." He then forced her around and onto a bed that she hadn't known was there. Her Highness was on top of her then, seemingly deciding what to do until he noticed the blood that still dripped from the wound on her hands.
"Stay here," He seemed again in control. She didn't have the energy to move or try, so she obeyed her old lovers orders, hating herself for it. Alanna did struggle for breath and let her mind forget the shooting pain for a few moments, just concentrated on the air circulating through her body. The Lioness grasped for the power that lay within her, found it, strong and bright. But she didn't have enough energy call it to her, even a simple healing spell seemed like taking on the chamber again. She transferred the small amount of power she was able to muster to sitting up, pressing her bloody hands hard on the sheets, it stopped the blood flow and kept the pain somewhat at bay. Her eyes flickered down to the base of the bed, on the edge was a metal clasp, something an ankle would fit into to. Another one on the opposite side, slowly turning her head, she noticed in no surprise that there were identical bounds for her wrists. She was lightheaded, tired, pained, but above all, she was scared. Scared of what Jonathan could. would do to her.
The floor boards from the outside creaked, Alanna quickly feel back on the bed, shutting her eyes tight as the door creaked open.
Jonathan stood there, white strips of thick leather like sheets in his grasp. He took cautious, tentative steps toward her, perching on the side of the bed and carefully drawing her hands into his hands.
"These are new, a special kind of bandage that is woven with a medicine, your hands will heal faster this way." His voice was caring as he wrapped the thick pieces of sheets around her hands. He stopped, letting his gaze meet her own, Alanna noticed in slight shock that she was crying. "Don't cry my love, everything will be all right." He nicked her chin upwards, smiling, then leaned in and kissed her. It was nothing forceful, something she would of almost enjoyed in a different situation. But she wanted to force him off, to tear him from her body, to hurt him like he had her, but she could do nothing. He finally pulled away, and finished with the bandages. Hands felt instantly better, there was still an aching throb that refused to go away, but it wasn't biting, wasn't unbearable. "You sick son of a bitch." The words were nothing more then a whisper, a cracked sound. In a blur of motion he backhanded her against the face, eyes raged. "I was trying to be nice." He put his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to stop fighting. "Don't you get it Alanna? Your nothing without me, nothing!" He yelled at her, face breath hot with alcohol. He took hold of one of her newly bandaged hands and took it to the metal clasp, locking it in place. Same thing was done to her other limbs, until she lay spread eagle on the bed, red hot tears flowing down. Fear clutched her, she wanted to yell but nothing came out but hoarse cries. She shut her eyes, knowing what he was going to do. A trail of hot kisses could be felt on her stomach, leaving an almost burning feeling. He reached her breasts and clumsily undid the ties to the bra. "Calm down Alanna, this could've been fun, but you ruined it for your self." He rose his body and straddled her. "But I'm not going to let you ruin my fun."
A/N: Jon is evil! Hehe, wow I can't believe what positive feedback I got for this, really cool. So. how's 15 reviews sound for a new chapter? I like reviews if you haven't noticed. If you hate it, don't review.
"Alanna, so nice to see that you have decided to stay." The door had opened, Jonathan's voice rang out into the darkness. She could hear footsteps and then hands rest upon her hips, another body against hers, slightly pulling her down causing her hands to cry out in pain.
"Go to hell." She managed a whisper, the pain she felt edged in her voice.
"I'm the sorry that's the way you feel," Jonathan mused sarcastically. His hands were removed from her hips and then suddenly the dagger was slipped out from her hands, causing another flash of white hot pain. Before she could fall to the floor though, Jonathan took hold of her, wrapping her hands around her torso.
"This is the way it should of been," The king purred into Alanna's ear. She then succumbed, stop trying to fight Jonathan's grasp. The pain itself was to much to handle, although it was wearing off, demanding hunger was taking it's place. He then withdrew slightly, noticing that the futile struggle had come to an end.
"What are you going to do with me?" Alanna's voice was weak.
"You'll see soon enough my Lioness." He then forced her around and onto a bed that she hadn't known was there. Her Highness was on top of her then, seemingly deciding what to do until he noticed the blood that still dripped from the wound on her hands.
"Stay here," He seemed again in control. She didn't have the energy to move or try, so she obeyed her old lovers orders, hating herself for it. Alanna did struggle for breath and let her mind forget the shooting pain for a few moments, just concentrated on the air circulating through her body. The Lioness grasped for the power that lay within her, found it, strong and bright. But she didn't have enough energy call it to her, even a simple healing spell seemed like taking on the chamber again. She transferred the small amount of power she was able to muster to sitting up, pressing her bloody hands hard on the sheets, it stopped the blood flow and kept the pain somewhat at bay. Her eyes flickered down to the base of the bed, on the edge was a metal clasp, something an ankle would fit into to. Another one on the opposite side, slowly turning her head, she noticed in no surprise that there were identical bounds for her wrists. She was lightheaded, tired, pained, but above all, she was scared. Scared of what Jonathan could. would do to her.
The floor boards from the outside creaked, Alanna quickly feel back on the bed, shutting her eyes tight as the door creaked open.
Jonathan stood there, white strips of thick leather like sheets in his grasp. He took cautious, tentative steps toward her, perching on the side of the bed and carefully drawing her hands into his hands.
"These are new, a special kind of bandage that is woven with a medicine, your hands will heal faster this way." His voice was caring as he wrapped the thick pieces of sheets around her hands. He stopped, letting his gaze meet her own, Alanna noticed in slight shock that she was crying. "Don't cry my love, everything will be all right." He nicked her chin upwards, smiling, then leaned in and kissed her. It was nothing forceful, something she would of almost enjoyed in a different situation. But she wanted to force him off, to tear him from her body, to hurt him like he had her, but she could do nothing. He finally pulled away, and finished with the bandages. Hands felt instantly better, there was still an aching throb that refused to go away, but it wasn't biting, wasn't unbearable. "You sick son of a bitch." The words were nothing more then a whisper, a cracked sound. In a blur of motion he backhanded her against the face, eyes raged. "I was trying to be nice." He put his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to stop fighting. "Don't you get it Alanna? Your nothing without me, nothing!" He yelled at her, face breath hot with alcohol. He took hold of one of her newly bandaged hands and took it to the metal clasp, locking it in place. Same thing was done to her other limbs, until she lay spread eagle on the bed, red hot tears flowing down. Fear clutched her, she wanted to yell but nothing came out but hoarse cries. She shut her eyes, knowing what he was going to do. A trail of hot kisses could be felt on her stomach, leaving an almost burning feeling. He reached her breasts and clumsily undid the ties to the bra. "Calm down Alanna, this could've been fun, but you ruined it for your self." He rose his body and straddled her. "But I'm not going to let you ruin my fun."
A/N: Jon is evil! Hehe, wow I can't believe what positive feedback I got for this, really cool. So. how's 15 reviews sound for a new chapter? I like reviews if you haven't noticed. If you hate it, don't review.