Hatred and Revenge
And thanks to the reviewers:
Nisky: Yes I think he is really poor...
Lil*bee: Thanks! And here it goes on... especially with poor leggy
Imbefaniel: Here is more more more!!!
Emerald Queen: I will not ignore you, what do you think??? I love all reviewers, even if their reviews sometimes are a bit strange... *lol*
Pippin-n-Legolas: Here it comes... read and enjoy!!!
Erin: Thanks!!! I hope you hadn't wait too long.
Earendil - Baby: Here you'll see... *grins evil*
Jo March: Thanks!!! Mmhh... he's one of my faves, that's enough...
Tenshiamanda: yep. Here it is.
Goma-Ryu: Aren't we all a little bit crazy? *lol* Here's your torture.
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Part 7
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Legolas woke up slowly. He could feel the cold floor on his bare chest. The room was hardly lighted. He groaned as he tried to sit up. His back burned painfully. The dizziness was gone and his mind was clearer. He drew his knees to his chest and rolled on them, sitting back on his heels.
"You have decided to join me?!" Legolas head turned towards the voice. The fast movement sent a stabbing pain in his neck. Finally he spotted Gwann- Agar, sitting on a black chair a few feet away from him. Legolas could not remember to be brought in here. The last memory he had was from the throne room.
"Where are the others?" Only a hoarse whisper escaped his lips. He had to cough. "Your friends are locked away. They don't matter right now." Gwann- Agar stood up. He grabbed four torches and lighted them with fire. He placed each one on each wall of the room.
Legolas stomach turned upside down as the room were fully lighted and it lay open to his eyes to see.
The room was larger then he first thought. It was filled with devices. One wall was covered with different sorts of whips. Chains and hooks were on another wall. Legolas could only get a glimpse of a high table behind him. On one wall was a wheel, leading a chain over another wheel on the ceiling. It ended with a hook, dangling a few feet over the ground. A few staffs and pokers lay on the ground beside an old fireplace, filled with black coal.
Legolas noticed the first time that neither his hands nor his feet were bound.
Suddenly a hand encircled itself around his throat. Legolas was startled and jumped at the light touch of cold fingers. He could feel the breath of the other elf brush against his skin on the shoulder. "Unfortunately, I couldn't do with you what I had in mind because my brother wanted to leave. I decide to do that now." Gwann-Agar squeezed the right shoulder from the elf prince, making him hiss in pain. "Does that hurt?" The dark elf grabbed Legolas' arm with both hands. With a sudden jerk he located the arm in the shoulder again. Legolas screamed and tried to writhe him self away but the other elf held him in his fierce grip. "I only want to be sure that I am the one who dislocate your shoulder..." He let drop Legolas on the floor.
Legolas tried unconscious to crawl away. His right shoulder burned. "Where do you want to go? It has only just started. I will be fair and let you decide what you will, lets say, experience at first."
The pain in his shoulder ebbed. The first thought coming in his mind was escaping. Legolas slowly heaved himself on all fours. "You want to play? If you do not answer me, I will decide with what I will begin." Legolas ignored the other elf and stood up, on shaky legs.
Gwann-Agar was pleased with the idea that his new victim had still enough strength and pride to face him standing. He hated it, when his captives give simply in.
Legolas faced Gwann-Agar and saw that he enjoyed every moment of this. Legolas searched the door from the room; it was only a few feet away. It was amazing how fast he was at the door and even faster he noticed that it was locked. The laugh that filled the room angered him. He grabbed one of the pokers on the floor and turned to face Gwann-Agar.
The black-haired elf reacted in an instant, he ran into the elf prince, knocking him down.
Legolas tried to hit his enemy with the poker but Gwann-Agar grabbed it with both hands, pressing it down.
Legolas right shoulder pained him and he couldn't hold the poker any longer. Gwann-Agar tore the poker out of the other elves hands and pointed the sharp end at Legolas throat. With every breath he took the point scratched at his skin, drawing thin lines of blood.
Legolas wasn't pleased with the helpless position he was in. The other elf sat on his hip, his legs wrapped around the legs from the elf underneath, in such way that Legolas couldn't move them. Both arms were pressed down over his head on the floor, held on the wrists from Gwann-Agars right hand.
"What do you do now? Eh? You are at my mercy if you haven't noticed this by now. Completely in my hands." He bent down, near to Legolas ear. "And maybe I'll have another use for you later, too." Gwann-Agar could feel the hands of his victim tremble. He stood up, dragging the struggling Legolas along with him. The dark elf strapped him with his back on the table. He secured the elfs wrists and angles with thick leather straps.
"With what should I start?" Gwann-Agar drove a hand over Legolas bare skin on the chest, enjoying the feeling of the firm muscles underneath, which tightened at his touch. "With the whips?" Legolas remained silent. Gwann- Agar disappeared from Legolas view.
When he appeared again he had a thin whip in his hand. It was a leather whip, not one of the heavy iron whips Gwann-Agar had used earlier.
"It is one of my favourites, because it isn't only leaving burning marks, like the other leather whips but it is cutting into the flesh. It is like the string of a bow." Gwann-Agar climbed on the table, standing over Legolas. He stretched the whip with one hand, holding the handle with his other. He let the string go and it lash over Legolas bare chest, cutting into the flesh. Legolas arched his chest and pressed his teeth together, to stifle a cry. "Release your pain! Scream for me!" The whip lashed a second time over Legolas chest. He whimpered but he still suppressed a cry. "You make yourself a hard life."
The whip lashed down again, half over Legolas face. The singeing pain was enough to cause the prince to yell out. Legolas felt blood flew down his cheek.
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I will split it up and write the next part of it tomorrow because I want to give you something to read and review. I hope you enjoyed it.
I hope that I will continue soon...
Please review! Thanks for reading my story.
And thanks to the reviewers:
Nisky: Yes I think he is really poor...
Lil*bee: Thanks! And here it goes on... especially with poor leggy
Imbefaniel: Here is more more more!!!
Emerald Queen: I will not ignore you, what do you think??? I love all reviewers, even if their reviews sometimes are a bit strange... *lol*
Pippin-n-Legolas: Here it comes... read and enjoy!!!
Erin: Thanks!!! I hope you hadn't wait too long.
Earendil - Baby: Here you'll see... *grins evil*
Jo March: Thanks!!! Mmhh... he's one of my faves, that's enough...
Tenshiamanda: yep. Here it is.
Goma-Ryu: Aren't we all a little bit crazy? *lol* Here's your torture.
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Part 7
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Legolas woke up slowly. He could feel the cold floor on his bare chest. The room was hardly lighted. He groaned as he tried to sit up. His back burned painfully. The dizziness was gone and his mind was clearer. He drew his knees to his chest and rolled on them, sitting back on his heels.
"You have decided to join me?!" Legolas head turned towards the voice. The fast movement sent a stabbing pain in his neck. Finally he spotted Gwann- Agar, sitting on a black chair a few feet away from him. Legolas could not remember to be brought in here. The last memory he had was from the throne room.
"Where are the others?" Only a hoarse whisper escaped his lips. He had to cough. "Your friends are locked away. They don't matter right now." Gwann- Agar stood up. He grabbed four torches and lighted them with fire. He placed each one on each wall of the room.
Legolas stomach turned upside down as the room were fully lighted and it lay open to his eyes to see.
The room was larger then he first thought. It was filled with devices. One wall was covered with different sorts of whips. Chains and hooks were on another wall. Legolas could only get a glimpse of a high table behind him. On one wall was a wheel, leading a chain over another wheel on the ceiling. It ended with a hook, dangling a few feet over the ground. A few staffs and pokers lay on the ground beside an old fireplace, filled with black coal.
Legolas noticed the first time that neither his hands nor his feet were bound.
Suddenly a hand encircled itself around his throat. Legolas was startled and jumped at the light touch of cold fingers. He could feel the breath of the other elf brush against his skin on the shoulder. "Unfortunately, I couldn't do with you what I had in mind because my brother wanted to leave. I decide to do that now." Gwann-Agar squeezed the right shoulder from the elf prince, making him hiss in pain. "Does that hurt?" The dark elf grabbed Legolas' arm with both hands. With a sudden jerk he located the arm in the shoulder again. Legolas screamed and tried to writhe him self away but the other elf held him in his fierce grip. "I only want to be sure that I am the one who dislocate your shoulder..." He let drop Legolas on the floor.
Legolas tried unconscious to crawl away. His right shoulder burned. "Where do you want to go? It has only just started. I will be fair and let you decide what you will, lets say, experience at first."
The pain in his shoulder ebbed. The first thought coming in his mind was escaping. Legolas slowly heaved himself on all fours. "You want to play? If you do not answer me, I will decide with what I will begin." Legolas ignored the other elf and stood up, on shaky legs.
Gwann-Agar was pleased with the idea that his new victim had still enough strength and pride to face him standing. He hated it, when his captives give simply in.
Legolas faced Gwann-Agar and saw that he enjoyed every moment of this. Legolas searched the door from the room; it was only a few feet away. It was amazing how fast he was at the door and even faster he noticed that it was locked. The laugh that filled the room angered him. He grabbed one of the pokers on the floor and turned to face Gwann-Agar.
The black-haired elf reacted in an instant, he ran into the elf prince, knocking him down.
Legolas tried to hit his enemy with the poker but Gwann-Agar grabbed it with both hands, pressing it down.
Legolas right shoulder pained him and he couldn't hold the poker any longer. Gwann-Agar tore the poker out of the other elves hands and pointed the sharp end at Legolas throat. With every breath he took the point scratched at his skin, drawing thin lines of blood.
Legolas wasn't pleased with the helpless position he was in. The other elf sat on his hip, his legs wrapped around the legs from the elf underneath, in such way that Legolas couldn't move them. Both arms were pressed down over his head on the floor, held on the wrists from Gwann-Agars right hand.
"What do you do now? Eh? You are at my mercy if you haven't noticed this by now. Completely in my hands." He bent down, near to Legolas ear. "And maybe I'll have another use for you later, too." Gwann-Agar could feel the hands of his victim tremble. He stood up, dragging the struggling Legolas along with him. The dark elf strapped him with his back on the table. He secured the elfs wrists and angles with thick leather straps.
"With what should I start?" Gwann-Agar drove a hand over Legolas bare skin on the chest, enjoying the feeling of the firm muscles underneath, which tightened at his touch. "With the whips?" Legolas remained silent. Gwann- Agar disappeared from Legolas view.
When he appeared again he had a thin whip in his hand. It was a leather whip, not one of the heavy iron whips Gwann-Agar had used earlier.
"It is one of my favourites, because it isn't only leaving burning marks, like the other leather whips but it is cutting into the flesh. It is like the string of a bow." Gwann-Agar climbed on the table, standing over Legolas. He stretched the whip with one hand, holding the handle with his other. He let the string go and it lash over Legolas bare chest, cutting into the flesh. Legolas arched his chest and pressed his teeth together, to stifle a cry. "Release your pain! Scream for me!" The whip lashed a second time over Legolas chest. He whimpered but he still suppressed a cry. "You make yourself a hard life."
The whip lashed down again, half over Legolas face. The singeing pain was enough to cause the prince to yell out. Legolas felt blood flew down his cheek.
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I will split it up and write the next part of it tomorrow because I want to give you something to read and review. I hope you enjoyed it.
I hope that I will continue soon...
Please review! Thanks for reading my story.
