DISCLAIMER! RAPE AND PAIN! DON'T READ IF YOUR OFFENDED BY THIS!
The day's passed like water. Some day's Jonathan unchained Alanna, allowing her to dress and escape briefly into the world outside. Other's he took her in force, painfully stripping her of whatever pride she had left and laying waste to her body. The warrior maiden stayed between blissful and sharp half reality, never really fully experiencing anything.
George of Baron's Swoop surveyed the city streets. Most were mangled in the masses and crowds, but the ex king of theives flew through the inner city like a bird on summer flight. An unseen motion, and a loaf of bread was gone from one of the many street venders. The jingle of gold in his pocket warranted that he was more then able to buy the food, but old habits die hard.
The entrance to the Dancing Dove was covered by two thugs who scanned George as he walked up, a look of almost disapproval on their faces.
"May I go through?" George came up to both of their chins, and glared.
One nudged the other, laughing. "Where have you been city scum? Only guests and high theives can pass though." They loomed over George, overly anxious for a fight.
"Does an ex-high thief count?" He slipped out a dagger, quickly melting into a fighting stance.
"Not that I know of." The two laughed, doubling fists.
George flashed the dagger upwards, catching one of the thugs in the arm as he came to strike. A quick roll backwards saved him from a futile kick the wounded man threw. The other had circled George, coming to take him in a choke hold, but the old king spun, rising his leg so that he hit the man in the head, sending him to the ground.
The fight took all of thirty seconds, not even gathering a crowed. George kneeled down to both men, slicing them on the back of the neck, then stood and entered the tavern, eyes ablaze with fire.
Dancing Dove had changed quite a bit since he had been king, no long did prostitutes roam the floors, tickling chins of drunk men. The clatter of music and rowdy yells of fights were a thing of the past. Now nicely dressed men played cards in clean booths, scantily clad women served, but you didn't touch. The throne was still there with someone in it's seat. George was infuriated, some insolent, naïve, boy had taken everything that George had worked for, everything the pasts kings had worked for, and changed it into something that resembled the palace way of life. The new 'king' was sitting with his back to George as he walked up. George tapped him on the shoulder, ready for a fight, he would reclaim his title if he must. The man turned his head, meeting George's eyes square on, not flinching in the slightest.
"Jonathan!" George stumbled back, eyes wide.
The blue eyed king did nothing more then single for the two men who were hidden in shadows.
"Your highness." George trailed off as the two men came closer. He tried to run, but found that he couldn't, that Jonathan had used his sapphire gift to immobilize him.
"What are you doing Jon." Voice was hoarse and unsteady, the two men were on top of him now.
"Take him up to my room, tie him up and don't let the bitch out." Words were cold, emotionless, and then he went back to talking with the pretty thing next to him.
George struggled against the magic and the men, knowing that it was useless, Jonathan had always had a stronger gift and the two men were more then he could handle even if he could break free of the invisible bonds. So he rationalized and stopped fighting, surveying the situation instead. One man had him in a fireman hold, the other was walking ahead. They had scaled the small stairway that led to the kings quarters, and finally arrived at George's old room.
The man in front opened the door, to reveal Alanna, pacing the room, hugging herself. She looked at the two men, piercing their eyes with her own, then she realized that in their grasp was not a poor stranger, but her husband. Before she could do anything, the two men threw George in, causing him to hit the back of his head against the bed. One turned and left, the other strode in.
"George." Alanna gasped, at a lost for word and knelt by her husband, stroking his hair, voice on the verge of breaking into sobs.
"Hey Alanna." Her lover smiled, painfully, finding faint pleasure in the fact that he could move again and that he was in his wife's arms.
She was thrust back by the guard who took George by the scruff of his shirt and carried him to where the rafter hung low. He was hung by his neck to the rafters, forced to stand on tip toe to keep from choking. Arms were pulled roughly back, bound together. Punched hard in the stomach, causing him to try to double over, something impossible in his current position, and then the guard left. Glaring at the frozen Alanna as he passed.
"What's going on." His words were raspy and emerged only when the guards echoing steps had disappeared.
"I don't know, I was beaten by some thieves and brought here. Jonathan I think became the king among thieves as well as the of Tortall." She stopped, not wanting to go on.
"Alanna, he didn't. hurt you, did he?" George struggled against the ropes and Alanna came over to him, putting her hand to his face.
She nodded, crystal tears falling down her face. "He raped me, and tortured me." Kissing him lightly on the cheek, she stepped back.
"Alanna, c'mon, untie me, let's get out of here." George's hazel eyes met Alanna's, swimming with sorrow and pain. The warrior maiden shook her head and turned away.
"Alanna." The ex king was at a loss of words.
"If I untie you he'll hurt me." Her voice was weak, pitiful.
The door creaked open, putting an end to the conversation. In the door way stood Jonathan, grinning.
"Touching." He strode over the chained man, pushing against his chest so he couldn't move or struggle. His mouth opened and forced it's way into George's, kissing his, exploring. Shocked, George bit down on the sapphire eyed kings tongue.
"Don't you dare pull a stunt like that again." George was rewarded with a sharp kick to the groin, but their lips parted. He stole a quick glance to Alanna, then met his eyes back to George.
"She isn't yours anymore." He whispered the icy words into his ear. Then backhanded him against the cheek, leaving George battered and head low.
"You will watch this." Jonathan grinned and turned back to Alanna, who had stood frozen.
Alanna was forced on to the bed, clothes ripped off and chained in a flash before George's shocked eyes.
"Don't." He gasped, all the hazel eyed lover could handle saying.
Jonathan halted, just as he began taking off his breeches.
"I already broke your beloved, she enjoys this now. I will break you next." He turned his gaze back to Alanna's bare body. "I can see why you loved her." His breeches were off and he lowered himself on to the women beneath him, leaving George breathless.
A/N: Rating bumped up to R for obvious reasons.
Jon is Bi, surprise to me too, or maybe he's just sex hungry, or crazy.. Hm. Wait, oh yeah, this is my story, I get to decide! The power, the power, mwhahahahahahahah, uh, hehehe. I'm so OK.
Thanks for bearing with my horrible writing skills, means a lot.
25 reviews for the next chapter, and I mean it!
No flames whatsoever, if you don't like this kind of stuff, you shouldn't of read, you were warned.
The day's passed like water. Some day's Jonathan unchained Alanna, allowing her to dress and escape briefly into the world outside. Other's he took her in force, painfully stripping her of whatever pride she had left and laying waste to her body. The warrior maiden stayed between blissful and sharp half reality, never really fully experiencing anything.
George of Baron's Swoop surveyed the city streets. Most were mangled in the masses and crowds, but the ex king of theives flew through the inner city like a bird on summer flight. An unseen motion, and a loaf of bread was gone from one of the many street venders. The jingle of gold in his pocket warranted that he was more then able to buy the food, but old habits die hard.
The entrance to the Dancing Dove was covered by two thugs who scanned George as he walked up, a look of almost disapproval on their faces.
"May I go through?" George came up to both of their chins, and glared.
One nudged the other, laughing. "Where have you been city scum? Only guests and high theives can pass though." They loomed over George, overly anxious for a fight.
"Does an ex-high thief count?" He slipped out a dagger, quickly melting into a fighting stance.
"Not that I know of." The two laughed, doubling fists.
George flashed the dagger upwards, catching one of the thugs in the arm as he came to strike. A quick roll backwards saved him from a futile kick the wounded man threw. The other had circled George, coming to take him in a choke hold, but the old king spun, rising his leg so that he hit the man in the head, sending him to the ground.
The fight took all of thirty seconds, not even gathering a crowed. George kneeled down to both men, slicing them on the back of the neck, then stood and entered the tavern, eyes ablaze with fire.
Dancing Dove had changed quite a bit since he had been king, no long did prostitutes roam the floors, tickling chins of drunk men. The clatter of music and rowdy yells of fights were a thing of the past. Now nicely dressed men played cards in clean booths, scantily clad women served, but you didn't touch. The throne was still there with someone in it's seat. George was infuriated, some insolent, naïve, boy had taken everything that George had worked for, everything the pasts kings had worked for, and changed it into something that resembled the palace way of life. The new 'king' was sitting with his back to George as he walked up. George tapped him on the shoulder, ready for a fight, he would reclaim his title if he must. The man turned his head, meeting George's eyes square on, not flinching in the slightest.
"Jonathan!" George stumbled back, eyes wide.
The blue eyed king did nothing more then single for the two men who were hidden in shadows.
"Your highness." George trailed off as the two men came closer. He tried to run, but found that he couldn't, that Jonathan had used his sapphire gift to immobilize him.
"What are you doing Jon." Voice was hoarse and unsteady, the two men were on top of him now.
"Take him up to my room, tie him up and don't let the bitch out." Words were cold, emotionless, and then he went back to talking with the pretty thing next to him.
George struggled against the magic and the men, knowing that it was useless, Jonathan had always had a stronger gift and the two men were more then he could handle even if he could break free of the invisible bonds. So he rationalized and stopped fighting, surveying the situation instead. One man had him in a fireman hold, the other was walking ahead. They had scaled the small stairway that led to the kings quarters, and finally arrived at George's old room.
The man in front opened the door, to reveal Alanna, pacing the room, hugging herself. She looked at the two men, piercing their eyes with her own, then she realized that in their grasp was not a poor stranger, but her husband. Before she could do anything, the two men threw George in, causing him to hit the back of his head against the bed. One turned and left, the other strode in.
"George." Alanna gasped, at a lost for word and knelt by her husband, stroking his hair, voice on the verge of breaking into sobs.
"Hey Alanna." Her lover smiled, painfully, finding faint pleasure in the fact that he could move again and that he was in his wife's arms.
She was thrust back by the guard who took George by the scruff of his shirt and carried him to where the rafter hung low. He was hung by his neck to the rafters, forced to stand on tip toe to keep from choking. Arms were pulled roughly back, bound together. Punched hard in the stomach, causing him to try to double over, something impossible in his current position, and then the guard left. Glaring at the frozen Alanna as he passed.
"What's going on." His words were raspy and emerged only when the guards echoing steps had disappeared.
"I don't know, I was beaten by some thieves and brought here. Jonathan I think became the king among thieves as well as the of Tortall." She stopped, not wanting to go on.
"Alanna, he didn't. hurt you, did he?" George struggled against the ropes and Alanna came over to him, putting her hand to his face.
She nodded, crystal tears falling down her face. "He raped me, and tortured me." Kissing him lightly on the cheek, she stepped back.
"Alanna, c'mon, untie me, let's get out of here." George's hazel eyes met Alanna's, swimming with sorrow and pain. The warrior maiden shook her head and turned away.
"Alanna." The ex king was at a loss of words.
"If I untie you he'll hurt me." Her voice was weak, pitiful.
The door creaked open, putting an end to the conversation. In the door way stood Jonathan, grinning.
"Touching." He strode over the chained man, pushing against his chest so he couldn't move or struggle. His mouth opened and forced it's way into George's, kissing his, exploring. Shocked, George bit down on the sapphire eyed kings tongue.
"Don't you dare pull a stunt like that again." George was rewarded with a sharp kick to the groin, but their lips parted. He stole a quick glance to Alanna, then met his eyes back to George.
"She isn't yours anymore." He whispered the icy words into his ear. Then backhanded him against the cheek, leaving George battered and head low.
"You will watch this." Jonathan grinned and turned back to Alanna, who had stood frozen.
Alanna was forced on to the bed, clothes ripped off and chained in a flash before George's shocked eyes.
"Don't." He gasped, all the hazel eyed lover could handle saying.
Jonathan halted, just as he began taking off his breeches.
"I already broke your beloved, she enjoys this now. I will break you next." He turned his gaze back to Alanna's bare body. "I can see why you loved her." His breeches were off and he lowered himself on to the women beneath him, leaving George breathless.
A/N: Rating bumped up to R for obvious reasons.
Jon is Bi, surprise to me too, or maybe he's just sex hungry, or crazy.. Hm. Wait, oh yeah, this is my story, I get to decide! The power, the power, mwhahahahahahahah, uh, hehehe. I'm so OK.
Thanks for bearing with my horrible writing skills, means a lot.
25 reviews for the next chapter, and I mean it!
No flames whatsoever, if you don't like this kind of stuff, you shouldn't of read, you were warned.