CHAPTER 10 But for now he must put fear into her heart so that he could enjoy the sweet taste of her life draining away into his being. He had her brought before him, proud and struggling to the last. She was kicking and screaming vainly at her metal bonds. He walked up to her, a tall forbidding specimen, and said, " Your Imperial highness, It pleasures me to have your company my name is Azeroth." She spat at him in contempt. He wiped away her saliva replying calmly, " Charmed to the last." But the hunger racked at him and he snapped his wiry fingers having brought before him several orcs who had failed in their duties. The orcs were struggling but the strong guards held them down. They were set down in a sitting position and Azeroth walked up behind them. A hand slid out of the black robes gnarled and dark. It clamped on the back of the orc's neck and the creature gave a sharp gasp. Twisting and thrashing he tried to break free. But the sorcerer held him firmly in place. Azeroth 's other hand emerged, shimmering with a wicked green light. Slowly the pulsating hand moved toward the back of the orc's head. Fingers stretched, touching hair, then the skin. The fingers slid inside the orc's head pushing through hair and skin and bone as if the whole thing was made of soft clay. Azeroth's hand was all the way inside of the skull now, twisting slowly as if searching. The orc had stopped screaming and moving now. The light had gone out of its eyes its and its face gone slack. Its look was dull. Azeroth withdrew his hand from the orc's head and it was steaming and wet as it slid back into the black robes. The sorcerer was breathing so loudly that Eámanë could hear him. She watched in horror and felt a heaving sensation from what she saw. She gagged and tears were streaming down her face. She was horrified at what she saw. He did the same to the others feasting off their life source. He threw his head back and howled a primal scream of lust and hunger. "Already I crave for another. Empty all the cells bring every prisoner and useless orc to me. Go! Bring me more! Quickly! Eámanë watched more orcs die that night that she lost count. She gagged again and again that night that she thought she would die. She watched forty-two orcs become soulless lifeless shells that night and she pitied them even though they were Orcs. At last Azeroth was sated. He hissed glutted and drunken on stolen life. "That is enough for now. Tomorrow it will be your turn, my sweet." Eámanë stared in dumb horror. She would die first she thought. But despair and fear took hold of her and she was crying as she was led away utterly disgusted and afraid. For the first time in her life she had feared death. It made her feel weak and mostly less of a person than she thought she was. The realization disgusted her and she felt empty and alone as they enclosed her in her cell, the proud queen beaten at last.