"Really, I thought I could trust you Raoul, and now I see you
harboring the Lioness? Someone who I specifically told you to turn over to
me once caught? I'm very disappointed in you." Jonathan Corte, King of
Tortall threw a jolt of blue power through the knight. He seemed to glow
in the sapphire light as he convulsed and cried out against the pain.
"Did you know that in ancient Carthaki culture they would torture those who were disloyal to the king." Jonathan opened a drawer of the cabinet that lay near the bed Raoul was chained to. He revealed three sharpened fighting knives that glimmered in the faint light. "Would you like to know what my favorite form of their torture was?"
Raoul craned his neck to see the king, he was laying flat on his stomach, hands stretched and tied in to the bed post and legs each bond to a separate post. He was bare. His stomach tightened up when he saw the blades and the glimmer of sadism in his kings eyes. No sound was uttered from him but Jonathan went on anyway.
"They would tie the man up, same as I did you, and plunge a knife into each shoulder blade the other would be used to make a thick gash along the back. After that, one of the kings most trusted men would rape the man, sometimes even the king himself would take part in the pleasure." There was silence as Raoul's mind raced with his limited options and the fear that was making him panic, Jonathan just kept his gaze on the shimmering silver that he held in front of him. At last Raoul was able to summon up enough self control to let out a shaky reply.
"You.. you wouldn't do that."
Jonathan smiled and watched his reflection in the shiny metal, then let out a laugh that sent shivers up Raoul's spine. "Old friend, how very wrong you are, I would love to, and I will, once Talon is done with you of course." And with that the king pocketed the knives and left the room, leaving Raoul shaken beyond anything he had ever felt before.
Alanna felt safer in his arms then she for the longest time. His chest against hers and powerful arms protecting her, she felt as though sleep could finally take her and the pain would finally leave. His breathing in rhythm with hers, his heart beat with hers, was hers. He was in her without actual being in her. It was an orgasm without the sex, the rawest sense of pleasure. Nothing, nothing could touch her, as long as she was with him.
The blackness dissolved.
Alanna opened her eyes to find herself in a room, one filled with elaborate paintings and lush curtains that framed night pictured windows. A brightly colored rug was thrown on the floor. Chairs made of imported wood and masterfully carved sat in the corner, in one of them sat a man who seemed to be waiting for something. Power shone from him, an almost inhuman amount of gift. The Lioness was sitting lying in a bed made of the same material as the carpet and as beautiful as the curtains. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn't chained to the posts, but a collar was tight against her neck. Even so, it was an improvement to the ways she had woken up for the past weeks. She pulled the covers off and tried to sit up, but found herself to tired to do even that. The man, noticing the sound, turned his attention toward her and stood up, making a graceful stride to her.
"Rest, just rest." He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her auburn hair, letting his pure blue eyes meet her own violet ones. Alanna drowned herself in his gaze and felt her reality began to drift to the same feeling as that of her 'dream'. The safety, the security, the warmth.
Do you like this?
The voice came from inside her head, not from the arms that held her, but from the distant man who stroked her hair, though she did not realize that. To her, the voice was everything, it was bringer of life, of death, of pain. Of everything.
"Yes, I like it." Alanna hugged the arms tighter to her and closed her eyes again.
Then I'm sorry
The security of the 'dream' evaporated, and in it's place was a mind numbing fear. Stumbling from the shift, Alanna ran though the nothingness that was this place. Feeling the monsters of her childhood nightmares surround her and her own emotions throwing itself on a pain filled ride. She could barely think as she ran blindly, knowing in the recesses of her mind that the feelings weren't hers, but they felt all to real for her to come to grips with that reality.
I control you. Your memories are an open book, your emotions, clay. I can violate you with my mind by using your own thoughts. I can do things that can make what Jonathan did to you feel like pleasure. I can be worse then the chamber
The voice flooded in from all around her until her ears were pounding with it. Every word was interlaced with a sorrow, despair, loss. Every syllable another cut of the skin. The voice was higher then Mithros, stronger then Mother Flame. The gods would tremble in his gaze and mortals perish at his whim.
Alanna's hands were blood stained, every one she had ever killed lay scattered around her. The bodies tolled over fifty. Spiders appeared from the ground and begun to feast on the dead. One man with dark hair and eyes stood from the pile, one eyes missing, leaving a gaping whole, and the left arm dangled. He walked toward her, and in a strength she couldn't defend against he forced her to the ground.
"Alex.. It can't be.."
She rasped the words and fought against him which did nothing. He stripped her down and did the same himself. Alanna could do nothing against him, and then he was in her, pumping her. It felt like every movement was magnified ten fold. And she screamed.
She was still screaming when she found herself back in the bed, back to where the man was stroking her hair.
"What..."
The man took a finger to her lips and silenced her.
"Did you not hear my speech? That, was only a glimpse of what I can do, and the more I enter you, the better I'll know you, and the more I can twist your reality like that." He stopped, watching as Alanna's eyes widened. "Oh, don't look so afraid, only Jonathan will hurt you out here. Though you'll come to find that I can be much worse." The man flashed a smile of perfect teeth. "Now, I have other business to attend to, you just stay here and I won't hand you over to your king." He stood, robes spilling over his figure and blonde hair falling into his eyes. As he walked near the door, the turned to her.
"You just be a good girl." He nodded and left.
A/N OK everybody, were going to go over proper reviewing etiquette. From no on, the same review, will be counted as ONE review. In other words (and I'm talking to you 123) posting 'Im reviewing' is not only a bad review, you posted it seven times! Please don't do that! If Xanthe can take the time to make a nice review, then you can too! Also, review as much as you want! I love reviews, I thrive on reviews, I'm a selfish bitch who needs reviews to live! Anyway, I'd like to make a special thanks to Xanthe, Angle of Storms, Keita and Cami of Queenscove for being really cool people and leaving really cool reviews. So, in honor of the people who do leave good reviews, I've uploaded two chapters in two days and you need only five reviews for the next chapter. (and I mean five, DIFFERENT reviews)
Sorry I sound like such a bitch, one o'clock in the morning and I just wrote three pages of fan fiction in 10 sized font. God I'm insane..
"Did you know that in ancient Carthaki culture they would torture those who were disloyal to the king." Jonathan opened a drawer of the cabinet that lay near the bed Raoul was chained to. He revealed three sharpened fighting knives that glimmered in the faint light. "Would you like to know what my favorite form of their torture was?"
Raoul craned his neck to see the king, he was laying flat on his stomach, hands stretched and tied in to the bed post and legs each bond to a separate post. He was bare. His stomach tightened up when he saw the blades and the glimmer of sadism in his kings eyes. No sound was uttered from him but Jonathan went on anyway.
"They would tie the man up, same as I did you, and plunge a knife into each shoulder blade the other would be used to make a thick gash along the back. After that, one of the kings most trusted men would rape the man, sometimes even the king himself would take part in the pleasure." There was silence as Raoul's mind raced with his limited options and the fear that was making him panic, Jonathan just kept his gaze on the shimmering silver that he held in front of him. At last Raoul was able to summon up enough self control to let out a shaky reply.
"You.. you wouldn't do that."
Jonathan smiled and watched his reflection in the shiny metal, then let out a laugh that sent shivers up Raoul's spine. "Old friend, how very wrong you are, I would love to, and I will, once Talon is done with you of course." And with that the king pocketed the knives and left the room, leaving Raoul shaken beyond anything he had ever felt before.
Alanna felt safer in his arms then she for the longest time. His chest against hers and powerful arms protecting her, she felt as though sleep could finally take her and the pain would finally leave. His breathing in rhythm with hers, his heart beat with hers, was hers. He was in her without actual being in her. It was an orgasm without the sex, the rawest sense of pleasure. Nothing, nothing could touch her, as long as she was with him.
The blackness dissolved.
Alanna opened her eyes to find herself in a room, one filled with elaborate paintings and lush curtains that framed night pictured windows. A brightly colored rug was thrown on the floor. Chairs made of imported wood and masterfully carved sat in the corner, in one of them sat a man who seemed to be waiting for something. Power shone from him, an almost inhuman amount of gift. The Lioness was sitting lying in a bed made of the same material as the carpet and as beautiful as the curtains. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn't chained to the posts, but a collar was tight against her neck. Even so, it was an improvement to the ways she had woken up for the past weeks. She pulled the covers off and tried to sit up, but found herself to tired to do even that. The man, noticing the sound, turned his attention toward her and stood up, making a graceful stride to her.
"Rest, just rest." He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her auburn hair, letting his pure blue eyes meet her own violet ones. Alanna drowned herself in his gaze and felt her reality began to drift to the same feeling as that of her 'dream'. The safety, the security, the warmth.
Do you like this?
The voice came from inside her head, not from the arms that held her, but from the distant man who stroked her hair, though she did not realize that. To her, the voice was everything, it was bringer of life, of death, of pain. Of everything.
"Yes, I like it." Alanna hugged the arms tighter to her and closed her eyes again.
Then I'm sorry
The security of the 'dream' evaporated, and in it's place was a mind numbing fear. Stumbling from the shift, Alanna ran though the nothingness that was this place. Feeling the monsters of her childhood nightmares surround her and her own emotions throwing itself on a pain filled ride. She could barely think as she ran blindly, knowing in the recesses of her mind that the feelings weren't hers, but they felt all to real for her to come to grips with that reality.
I control you. Your memories are an open book, your emotions, clay. I can violate you with my mind by using your own thoughts. I can do things that can make what Jonathan did to you feel like pleasure. I can be worse then the chamber
The voice flooded in from all around her until her ears were pounding with it. Every word was interlaced with a sorrow, despair, loss. Every syllable another cut of the skin. The voice was higher then Mithros, stronger then Mother Flame. The gods would tremble in his gaze and mortals perish at his whim.
Alanna's hands were blood stained, every one she had ever killed lay scattered around her. The bodies tolled over fifty. Spiders appeared from the ground and begun to feast on the dead. One man with dark hair and eyes stood from the pile, one eyes missing, leaving a gaping whole, and the left arm dangled. He walked toward her, and in a strength she couldn't defend against he forced her to the ground.
"Alex.. It can't be.."
She rasped the words and fought against him which did nothing. He stripped her down and did the same himself. Alanna could do nothing against him, and then he was in her, pumping her. It felt like every movement was magnified ten fold. And she screamed.
She was still screaming when she found herself back in the bed, back to where the man was stroking her hair.
"What..."
The man took a finger to her lips and silenced her.
"Did you not hear my speech? That, was only a glimpse of what I can do, and the more I enter you, the better I'll know you, and the more I can twist your reality like that." He stopped, watching as Alanna's eyes widened. "Oh, don't look so afraid, only Jonathan will hurt you out here. Though you'll come to find that I can be much worse." The man flashed a smile of perfect teeth. "Now, I have other business to attend to, you just stay here and I won't hand you over to your king." He stood, robes spilling over his figure and blonde hair falling into his eyes. As he walked near the door, the turned to her.
"You just be a good girl." He nodded and left.
A/N OK everybody, were going to go over proper reviewing etiquette. From no on, the same review, will be counted as ONE review. In other words (and I'm talking to you 123) posting 'Im reviewing' is not only a bad review, you posted it seven times! Please don't do that! If Xanthe can take the time to make a nice review, then you can too! Also, review as much as you want! I love reviews, I thrive on reviews, I'm a selfish bitch who needs reviews to live! Anyway, I'd like to make a special thanks to Xanthe, Angle of Storms, Keita and Cami of Queenscove for being really cool people and leaving really cool reviews. So, in honor of the people who do leave good reviews, I've uploaded two chapters in two days and you need only five reviews for the next chapter. (and I mean five, DIFFERENT reviews)
Sorry I sound like such a bitch, one o'clock in the morning and I just wrote three pages of fan fiction in 10 sized font. God I'm insane..