(chapter 4)
Tears fell down Morniel's face. The anger she harbored against her captivity had faded and finally left her. The hope she had for freedom died. It seemed she had grown used to her captivity. She couldn't remember anything before coming here. She still didn't know how long she had been in this cursed room. At least they had decided to let her walk about her room.
Some time ago, they had seen fit to take off the shackles around her wrists. Relief swept through her as she stretched and massaged sore muscles. They did keep her chained with a shackle placed about her ankle. She had enough slack to walk around the room, but not anywhere near the door. They no longer used that blasted bright light to hide their coming and going. Quite frankly, she no longer cared if the door were open or shut. If this was to be her lot in life, she would accept it.
They also had some straw and a pallet brought in so she'd have something to lay down upon. Grateful for this reprieve, she laid down upon the pallet and slept soundly.
She awoke to the sound of the door opening. Her captor had returned. It had been a long time since he was last here. She watched him enter her room and close the door behind him. He carried a blanket and a torch. He placed the torch in a sconce on the wall. He sat in his customary place and smiled. The smile, this time, was more than just the usual hatred and malice. She read something more in that smile, as well as in his eyes. She could read the emotions in his eyes sometimes. There would be more to this visit than his questions.
She stretched and then sat up. She didn't bother to greet him. He would speak soon enough. She noticed him watching her intently. A small amount of fear slowly crept into her mind. 'What is he up to?' she wondered. He seemed quite content to just sit and stare at her. She held her place and stared back. 'He is waiting for something, but what?' she asked herself. 'How much longer will this last?'
His smiled faded. He continued to stare at her, but this time the emotion was quite clear. Even she couldn't miss the sheer, raw lust in his eyes. She looked away and shifted uncomfortably. It was a mistake, she came to realize, as that was just the thing he was waiting for.
"I think you know why I'm here," he said. It sounded as if he was growling instead of speaking.
She quickly hid the fear she suddenly felt. Trying to feign indifference, she shrugged.
"It has been a while since your last visit. I assume you want to ask me the usual questions?"
"So flippant. Your assumption is wrong. I'm not here to ask questions."
"Why are you here then?" she asked.
His gaze hardened. She suddenly felt the need to comply to his commands. Any shred of will she had to fight him was removed. She couldn't even think clearly. It was if her mind had been erased except for her name and her obedience to him.
"Stand up," he ordered and watched as she did as told. He was finally going to have her. It had taken every ounce of control he had to wait two months for Lord Melkor's approval. The Dark Lord had even granted him two days and nights alone with her, to do with her as he wanted. After that, he was to get the information needed from her.
With the added light of the torch, he drank in the sight of her. She wore a tunic, worn with age. It was almost threadbare. She also wore a pair of leggings, which had several holes in them and also looked threadbare. Her hair was a mess, but the fire from the torch highlighted the dark red strands. Her eyes were dark blue and he read the trace of fear in them.
He got up and moved to stand in front of her. She didn't take her eyes from his. He took her face in his hands, taking one last moment to look at her face. Then his mouth took hers in a frenzied kiss. A small gasp came from her, but he ignored it. His tongue probed her mouth as he savored the taste of her. Soon, though, he broke the kiss, leaving her gasping for air. He took a step back. The clothes would have to go.
"Take off your tunic," he growled. He watched as she wordlessly obeyed. The shirt was thrown to the floor, and instantly his hands went to her breasts. He felt her shiver as he fondled them. Suddenly, he lost all patience. He felt himself harden and he would soon need release.
He tore off her leggings and pushed her to the floor. Taking his pants off, he knelt down and spread her legs. Taking one look into her eyes, he pushed inside of her. She let out a cry of pain. She had been a virgin. This heightened his lust even more. Giving her no mercy, he slammed into her harder.
Soon, her whimpers of pain became moans of desire. This caused him to go deeper within her. He moved faster, his time of release getting closer. She grasped his arms, holding tight. She was close as well.
He kept the relentless pace until they both screamed their release. His mouth crashed down upon hers once more. She responded better to the kiss this time, her tongue warring with his. Once again, he broke the kiss. He got up, and stood over her. He ran his eyes over her naked body. She looked back at him. Before his lust could take over again, he turned and put his pants back on. Then he got the blanket he had carried in and threw it over her.
He walked to the door and opened it. Looking back, he saw she was sitting up and watching him. He called for a servant and told him to bring her things to wash up with. The servant came back with a basin, pitcher of water, and a cloth. Taking these, he placed them beside her and went back to the door.
"You'll wash up before I return. I won't be long." With that said, he went out, closed and locked the door, and stood there.
'She is mine.' he thought as he went back to his own chambers.
