[A/N] ( Warning! There is implied rape in this chapter! Don't read if it
is not your thing!
Chapter Sixteen
They marched for hours in the direction of where Serenity had flown from in order to get to Silverymoon. The Luchièlt people chuckled at the numerous complaints and rumblings made by Bruenor during the entire day.
"Damned winged people." He muttered, head down as he continued marching. "Don't even touch the ground. Too much like that damned twinkly elf if ye ask me."
Catti-brie smiled, remembering a time long ago when he had called Drizzt that on their mission - through the snow – to find Aegis-Fang and return it to its rightful owner. Drizzt, as she remembered, had only smiled, not really giving a mind to the nickname. Now, she sorely wished that he was there, and not the one person that they were going after.
Looking at the stars overhead, Catti-brie hoped that he was all right.
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His mind around the cramped and freezing cell through bleary eyes, shivering as the cold reached his bare arms and chest. How ong he had been was hazy, and memories were slow in coming back to him. Drizzt looked there, he didn't know. All he did know now was pain. Pain and humiliation.
'I just hope that this ends soon.' He thought as he closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall he was chained to. 'And I hope that Serenity got herself safely away from here. For both her and her child.'
Drizzt seemed to have been left alone for the moment at least, or however long he had been in there, and he hoped that the peace lasted. Closing his lavender eyes, he breathed deeply, hissing in pain when a broken rib protested the action. It hurt to breath, to even move.
After what seemed like hours, the door to the tiny, freezing cell opened, allowing only a single person in. This time, however, it was not a drow, like he had expected.
Instead, it was a familiar, red-haired human.
Ruddy McGristle's son had just entered the cell.
He walked into the room, watching Drizzt struggle to his face, trying to keep the pain from showing on his face. "So, you're finally awake." He snorted, "took you long enough. I've been waiting for you for two days. Seems as though you're a lot less resilient than my father has let on about.
"Yes, my father went to his death bed, regretting that he had ever given up his search. His last dog died days ago. My father went to his deathbed, still cursing your name, Ranger Do'Urden. He has always been cursing your name, and I doubt, even in the Abyss, that he will ever stop." The man's eyes were hard as he looked into those lavender orbs. "My father searched for you all his life, but you were always moving, and he could never find you. Never."
"What do you want with me?" He asked, looking the large man strait in the eye. His acute senses told him that the man was drunk. Drizzt jerked away from the man's touch as he touched his face, his breath laced with the scent of strong mead.
"Though me father mentioned the fact that you were a beauty all your own, Ranger Do'Urden." Lavender eyes widened at those words, realizing why the strange man was looking at him in such a way. "Nor that your skin was so soft, that that of a woman."
"What about our agreement, McGristle?" A voice from the doorway stopped the man in his tracks. "You agreed to the price, now, where is the gold?"
Kelnozz stood in the doorway, his crimson eyes hard as they turned on the man. McGristle sighed, stepping away from Drizzt, who sighed in temporary relief.
"Here it is." He pulled a heavy sack of coins from his belt, throwing them at the drow warrior. "Now, leave me be with the prisoner. I wish to have my own time alone with him."
Smiling wickedly at the helpless ranger, he walked out, locking the door behind him. Pulling a knife from his belt, the man turned back to the struggling drow, grabbing hold of the prisoner's thick white hair, pulling his head back sharply. Drizzt closed his eyes, taking deep, painful breaths in through his mouth as he struggled to get away weakly, his heart racing at the thoughts that ran through his frantic mind.
"Now, I get to have my own fun with you, Ranger Do'Urden." His smile turned wicked as he brought the knife down, beginning to cut away the threadbare leggings that the struggling renegade was wearing.
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Late that night, after having looked about the cliff side for hours, the group stopped outside of the cave entrance. Taulmaril, The Heart seeker, allowing the party a stealthy entrance to the series of cells, had quickly disposed of the outside guard.
Gabriel gathered the group together, quickly coming up with a plan. "My men will stay out here and guard the entrance to make sure that no one else will get it." He whispered, keeping his voice low. "I will go in with you guys," he indicated the companions that had come to rescue the drow. "But I will only take care of the leader."
"Bah!" Bruenor looked around at his adopted son and daughter and the small halfling. "We can take 'em. And we won't be needin' yer help in this, ye furry winged elf!"
Gabriel chuckled softly, looking at the red-bearded dwarf. "Yes, I have heard the tales, but you may need my healing skills on your side when you find the ranger."
"Then ye can be waitin' out here when we be bringin' him out!" Catti-brie added, looking the Luchièlt in the eye. "Then ye will be of some use t' us."
Gabriel sighed. "You will be doing all the fighting, unless I get attacked directly, I will stay out of the fight, and I know that I will be needed." He eyes fixed on all those of the small fighting group. "It'll be difficult for me to be in there anyway, I don't like enclosed places. I owe this to him, to care for his wounds, since healing potions won't work because the whips and devices are enchanted to kill him if any magical healing is used."
"How do you know this?" Wulfgar looked sharply at the High Lord, his pale blue eyes narrowing. "Are you so sure about this?"
"I am positive," he answered patiently. "I could feel the magical properties from the whip when I examined the lashed my wife sustained from their whips. From what she has told me, they would use the same weapons against your friend."
Regis's eyes were wide as he took in the information. Suddenly, a fierce light shone in those orbs when he pulled out his little mithril mace that told the other companions that he intended to get his friend back. "Fine, but don't get in our way! We want to get Drizzt back, he's likely been through enough since we abandoned him."
Gabriel nodded then led the Companions of the Hall down into the tunnels.
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Ruddy McGristle's son smiled, locking the door of the cell behind him. He had never had that much pleasure in taking the innocence of another before. The renegade had been so damned helpless, unable to do anything to stop what was happening to him.
Drizzt was curled on his side, a small pool of blood forming beneath him, his hand tied and chained roughly behind his back. His breaths were short and painful to his abused chest and lungs. He was shaking uncontrollably, unable to stop himself from showing such weakness, especially after having been violated in such a way as he could never have before imagined. He had also been beaten to what seemed to be mere inches closer to the end of his life.
All he wanted at his time was to die, and to let it all be over with.
McGristle smiled. He would come back later.
It gave him to much pleasure to hear his helpless screams.
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[A/N]
Whuddya think? Ye like? I hope so! It took me a while to write, since I didn't want to vividly describe anything. And btw, I don't know where the idea of Drizzt being raped came from, likely from the plot bunnies. ** Scowls at the quaking bunnies in the corner. **
Chapter Sixteen
They marched for hours in the direction of where Serenity had flown from in order to get to Silverymoon. The Luchièlt people chuckled at the numerous complaints and rumblings made by Bruenor during the entire day.
"Damned winged people." He muttered, head down as he continued marching. "Don't even touch the ground. Too much like that damned twinkly elf if ye ask me."
Catti-brie smiled, remembering a time long ago when he had called Drizzt that on their mission - through the snow – to find Aegis-Fang and return it to its rightful owner. Drizzt, as she remembered, had only smiled, not really giving a mind to the nickname. Now, she sorely wished that he was there, and not the one person that they were going after.
Looking at the stars overhead, Catti-brie hoped that he was all right.
( ( ( ( (
His mind around the cramped and freezing cell through bleary eyes, shivering as the cold reached his bare arms and chest. How ong he had been was hazy, and memories were slow in coming back to him. Drizzt looked there, he didn't know. All he did know now was pain. Pain and humiliation.
'I just hope that this ends soon.' He thought as he closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall he was chained to. 'And I hope that Serenity got herself safely away from here. For both her and her child.'
Drizzt seemed to have been left alone for the moment at least, or however long he had been in there, and he hoped that the peace lasted. Closing his lavender eyes, he breathed deeply, hissing in pain when a broken rib protested the action. It hurt to breath, to even move.
After what seemed like hours, the door to the tiny, freezing cell opened, allowing only a single person in. This time, however, it was not a drow, like he had expected.
Instead, it was a familiar, red-haired human.
Ruddy McGristle's son had just entered the cell.
He walked into the room, watching Drizzt struggle to his face, trying to keep the pain from showing on his face. "So, you're finally awake." He snorted, "took you long enough. I've been waiting for you for two days. Seems as though you're a lot less resilient than my father has let on about.
"Yes, my father went to his death bed, regretting that he had ever given up his search. His last dog died days ago. My father went to his deathbed, still cursing your name, Ranger Do'Urden. He has always been cursing your name, and I doubt, even in the Abyss, that he will ever stop." The man's eyes were hard as he looked into those lavender orbs. "My father searched for you all his life, but you were always moving, and he could never find you. Never."
"What do you want with me?" He asked, looking the large man strait in the eye. His acute senses told him that the man was drunk. Drizzt jerked away from the man's touch as he touched his face, his breath laced with the scent of strong mead.
"Though me father mentioned the fact that you were a beauty all your own, Ranger Do'Urden." Lavender eyes widened at those words, realizing why the strange man was looking at him in such a way. "Nor that your skin was so soft, that that of a woman."
"What about our agreement, McGristle?" A voice from the doorway stopped the man in his tracks. "You agreed to the price, now, where is the gold?"
Kelnozz stood in the doorway, his crimson eyes hard as they turned on the man. McGristle sighed, stepping away from Drizzt, who sighed in temporary relief.
"Here it is." He pulled a heavy sack of coins from his belt, throwing them at the drow warrior. "Now, leave me be with the prisoner. I wish to have my own time alone with him."
Smiling wickedly at the helpless ranger, he walked out, locking the door behind him. Pulling a knife from his belt, the man turned back to the struggling drow, grabbing hold of the prisoner's thick white hair, pulling his head back sharply. Drizzt closed his eyes, taking deep, painful breaths in through his mouth as he struggled to get away weakly, his heart racing at the thoughts that ran through his frantic mind.
"Now, I get to have my own fun with you, Ranger Do'Urden." His smile turned wicked as he brought the knife down, beginning to cut away the threadbare leggings that the struggling renegade was wearing.
( ( ( ( (
Late that night, after having looked about the cliff side for hours, the group stopped outside of the cave entrance. Taulmaril, The Heart seeker, allowing the party a stealthy entrance to the series of cells, had quickly disposed of the outside guard.
Gabriel gathered the group together, quickly coming up with a plan. "My men will stay out here and guard the entrance to make sure that no one else will get it." He whispered, keeping his voice low. "I will go in with you guys," he indicated the companions that had come to rescue the drow. "But I will only take care of the leader."
"Bah!" Bruenor looked around at his adopted son and daughter and the small halfling. "We can take 'em. And we won't be needin' yer help in this, ye furry winged elf!"
Gabriel chuckled softly, looking at the red-bearded dwarf. "Yes, I have heard the tales, but you may need my healing skills on your side when you find the ranger."
"Then ye can be waitin' out here when we be bringin' him out!" Catti-brie added, looking the Luchièlt in the eye. "Then ye will be of some use t' us."
Gabriel sighed. "You will be doing all the fighting, unless I get attacked directly, I will stay out of the fight, and I know that I will be needed." He eyes fixed on all those of the small fighting group. "It'll be difficult for me to be in there anyway, I don't like enclosed places. I owe this to him, to care for his wounds, since healing potions won't work because the whips and devices are enchanted to kill him if any magical healing is used."
"How do you know this?" Wulfgar looked sharply at the High Lord, his pale blue eyes narrowing. "Are you so sure about this?"
"I am positive," he answered patiently. "I could feel the magical properties from the whip when I examined the lashed my wife sustained from their whips. From what she has told me, they would use the same weapons against your friend."
Regis's eyes were wide as he took in the information. Suddenly, a fierce light shone in those orbs when he pulled out his little mithril mace that told the other companions that he intended to get his friend back. "Fine, but don't get in our way! We want to get Drizzt back, he's likely been through enough since we abandoned him."
Gabriel nodded then led the Companions of the Hall down into the tunnels.
( ( ( ( (
Ruddy McGristle's son smiled, locking the door of the cell behind him. He had never had that much pleasure in taking the innocence of another before. The renegade had been so damned helpless, unable to do anything to stop what was happening to him.
Drizzt was curled on his side, a small pool of blood forming beneath him, his hand tied and chained roughly behind his back. His breaths were short and painful to his abused chest and lungs. He was shaking uncontrollably, unable to stop himself from showing such weakness, especially after having been violated in such a way as he could never have before imagined. He had also been beaten to what seemed to be mere inches closer to the end of his life.
All he wanted at his time was to die, and to let it all be over with.
McGristle smiled. He would come back later.
It gave him to much pleasure to hear his helpless screams.
( ( ( ( (
[A/N]
Whuddya think? Ye like? I hope so! It took me a while to write, since I didn't want to vividly describe anything. And btw, I don't know where the idea of Drizzt being raped came from, likely from the plot bunnies. ** Scowls at the quaking bunnies in the corner. **