Overwhelming
The objects were blades of all types. Razors and knives. There were 4 syringes filled with a clear liquid. The Man picked up a knife. Legolas was screaming inside. His breathing became ragged and his eyes never left the deadly object. Legolas followed the knife as the Man put it by his throat. "I could kill you now, you know. It would only be a matter of seconds before you died. My master wouldn't like me very much anymore, though," The Man said, "all I really have to do is press down a bit harder.".
He drew away the knife. Legolas realized he had been holding his breath and released it. "But I want to see you suffer. Die in agony, not peace. Die slow, not fast." The Man grinned evilly and grabbed a whip. The whip, from what Legolas could see, was a bullwhip. Bullwhip's have metal engraved in the leather. Legolas held back a groan. He had the feeling he wouldn't like this at all.
The Man walked behind Legolas, who was tied to two metal posts (cemented into the ground), and said, "This will be fun, elf. On my part, anyway.". Seconds later, Legolas felt the Bullwhip hit his skin, sending pain through his body. He didn't cry out. They would NEVER get a sound out of him! The whip came down harder each time. The Man was counting. He repeated numbers, purposefully, giving Legolas more than he intended.
Finally, he stopped. Legolas' chin fell to his chest. He was tired. He wanted to be put in his cell. "We aren't done with you yet, elf." The second Man said, the one that didn't whip him. They untied Legolas from the Whipping Poles and dragged him to a metal table. They laid him down on it. It sent searing pain through his body, but the table's coldness made them feel a little better.
The brass tray was brought to his side. The Man who didn't whip him was now standing by Legolas. Legolas closed his eyes. "Oh, by the Valar, let me go into darkness. If only for a little while. Please." Legolas pleaded in his head. Legolas opened his eyes again. The Man was preparing a razor- sharp knife. 'Please' Legolas thought frantically.
Finally, Legolas was feeling darkness coming on. He let it take him. He didn't want the pain. Not again. But then he started to come back. Why? NO!
The Man loomed above him. "Now, we can't have that again. #he held up one of the syringes# see this, elf? Let me just say, you won't be dozing off again." He said. Legolas sighed. The Man ran the knife up and down Legolas' arms. Thin cuts formed. Small stabs of pain hit Legolas.
Without a warning or signal, the Man gave a swift downward thrust into Legolas' shoulder. Legolas almost cried out but he controlled himself. The Man pulled it out and Legolas gave a small hiss. "You didn't like that, did you, elf?" He said. Legolas lowered his eyes.
The Man untied Legolas and threw him into the cell. Legolas was bleeding badly. From his back and shoulder. A group of Urak-hai entered. Legolas swore in Elvish, softly, so they didn't hear. One of the foul beasts took out a syringe and the others held Legolas down. Legolas moaned when one touched his shoulder.
Then he was injected with a blackish liquid. He resisted as the last bit was about to come out of the tube. The group kicked him until he was about to fall into darkness. The Urak-hai smashed Legolas' head into the concrete floor and finished empting the syringe into his arm. They left Legolas on the floor.
Legolas saw the darkness coming and he welcomed it. He didn't resist it. The overwhelming pain was gone as the darkness swallowed him.
The objects were blades of all types. Razors and knives. There were 4 syringes filled with a clear liquid. The Man picked up a knife. Legolas was screaming inside. His breathing became ragged and his eyes never left the deadly object. Legolas followed the knife as the Man put it by his throat. "I could kill you now, you know. It would only be a matter of seconds before you died. My master wouldn't like me very much anymore, though," The Man said, "all I really have to do is press down a bit harder.".
He drew away the knife. Legolas realized he had been holding his breath and released it. "But I want to see you suffer. Die in agony, not peace. Die slow, not fast." The Man grinned evilly and grabbed a whip. The whip, from what Legolas could see, was a bullwhip. Bullwhip's have metal engraved in the leather. Legolas held back a groan. He had the feeling he wouldn't like this at all.
The Man walked behind Legolas, who was tied to two metal posts (cemented into the ground), and said, "This will be fun, elf. On my part, anyway.". Seconds later, Legolas felt the Bullwhip hit his skin, sending pain through his body. He didn't cry out. They would NEVER get a sound out of him! The whip came down harder each time. The Man was counting. He repeated numbers, purposefully, giving Legolas more than he intended.
Finally, he stopped. Legolas' chin fell to his chest. He was tired. He wanted to be put in his cell. "We aren't done with you yet, elf." The second Man said, the one that didn't whip him. They untied Legolas from the Whipping Poles and dragged him to a metal table. They laid him down on it. It sent searing pain through his body, but the table's coldness made them feel a little better.
The brass tray was brought to his side. The Man who didn't whip him was now standing by Legolas. Legolas closed his eyes. "Oh, by the Valar, let me go into darkness. If only for a little while. Please." Legolas pleaded in his head. Legolas opened his eyes again. The Man was preparing a razor- sharp knife. 'Please' Legolas thought frantically.
Finally, Legolas was feeling darkness coming on. He let it take him. He didn't want the pain. Not again. But then he started to come back. Why? NO!
The Man loomed above him. "Now, we can't have that again. #he held up one of the syringes# see this, elf? Let me just say, you won't be dozing off again." He said. Legolas sighed. The Man ran the knife up and down Legolas' arms. Thin cuts formed. Small stabs of pain hit Legolas.
Without a warning or signal, the Man gave a swift downward thrust into Legolas' shoulder. Legolas almost cried out but he controlled himself. The Man pulled it out and Legolas gave a small hiss. "You didn't like that, did you, elf?" He said. Legolas lowered his eyes.
The Man untied Legolas and threw him into the cell. Legolas was bleeding badly. From his back and shoulder. A group of Urak-hai entered. Legolas swore in Elvish, softly, so they didn't hear. One of the foul beasts took out a syringe and the others held Legolas down. Legolas moaned when one touched his shoulder.
Then he was injected with a blackish liquid. He resisted as the last bit was about to come out of the tube. The group kicked him until he was about to fall into darkness. The Urak-hai smashed Legolas' head into the concrete floor and finished empting the syringe into his arm. They left Legolas on the floor.
Legolas saw the darkness coming and he welcomed it. He didn't resist it. The overwhelming pain was gone as the darkness swallowed him.