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Thank you Elizabeth16 for review on my story :) and Frodo will make it out alive, eventuall *evil cackle*. Well, on with the story.......
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"Where is it?," it hissed. "I *cough* don't have it *cough*," Frodo replied weakly as the coughs shook his entire body and racked it with pain. "Then who as it? Tell me and I will reverse the poison. SPEAK! Before its to late," it ordered violently. "S-sam *cough* has it *cough*," Frodo guessed with one last gasp of breath before his lungs filled entirely with fluid and he struggled for breath. "Ah, that Elven brat has it!," it snarled before it plunged a second syringe into Frodo's neck and injected a teal colored liquid into it. This time the poison was different, it was ice cold. It froze his throat and took his breath away, but the liquid in his lungs was disappearing and he could breathe more freely now. He hoped that he would never have to go through that again, but in his heart, he knew they would be back. And next time, it would be worse.
Frodo hung in silence and agonizing pain for who knows how long. But then he heard the sound he dreaded to hear, but was expecting. They were coming again, and he feared that he may not survive this time. Only two came in this time. One had an armful of various torture objects and syringes. The other had that terrifying looking gag and other equally gruesome looking devices. "We've come to have a little fun," one of the Orc said gleefully. The smallest Uruk sat all of his thing on the ground and picked up the gag. Forcefully he yanked open Frodo's mouth, shoved the spiked part into the roof of his mouth and then closed his mouth tightly do that the teeth of the gag bit into all sides of his mouth until they bled. Once the gag was in, the Uruk pulled the chains attached to it and secured the m around Frodo's head to make sure it wouldn't move.
Then the other Uruk picked up one of the many syringes off the ground. The liquid in this one was purple. One of them grab his arm and held it still while the other jabbed it in Frodo's forearm. Frodo cringed in pain and screamed out but it only hurt his mouth because of the gag. This time there was no feeling when he injected it, no feeling at all. In fact, his entire arm was going numb, and the numbness was spreading through out his entire body. He hung as limp as a dead fish and watched as they decided what to torture him with first.
They picked up this spiked club, and then starred at Frodo maliciously. The hit him with it a couple times and the continued when they got no reaction. Finally Frodo screamed and blood trickled out of his mouth from the beating and the gag. "The little maggot can't take it," one of them sneered. Then it picked up another syringe. Frodo winced at the mere sight of it. It was filled with a thick black liquid, its cause, Frodo could only guess. This time the Orc turned his arm over and injected it into his wrist. Pain erupted through his entire arm as soon as the liquid touched it. It was agonizingly painful when he injected it because it was so thick. Frodo could feel his blood thinning in his body and his heart slow down. He was going to bleed to death because of this stuff. "Now will get some blood out of the little rat!," the Uruk said as he pick up a dagger from the pile.
At first he lightly drug the blade over Frodo's back, but with every pass he cut harder, until there was a wide and gaping wound on Frodo's back. It bled, and bled heavily from the blood thinner, and the Uruks did nothing to stop it. They let him bleed. But the finally shoved some dirty rags in it to stop the bleeding. They had done it for fun, for entertainment, they enjoyed watching him almost bleed to death. To Frodo's horror, they picked up another syringe and he couldn't even tell what color it was because he was so out of it from blood loss. Something pinched him in the back and fiery pain shot up his spine.
They had stab him in the back with the syringe and then injected it. It was the same crimson stuff they had injected before. Except his time his lungs were filling up faster and he couldn't scream out because of the gag. They watched, and as they watched Frodo's lips turned blue from lack of oxygen. Just before Frodo blacked out the jabbed him in the neck with the teal stuff again. But, it didn't work as fast as last time and Frodo was quickly losing air. By the time his breathing returned to normal Frodo's lips were blue from lack of oxygen and he was gasping for air.
This time the Orcs didn't leave, they stayed and picked up another syringe from the floor. Frodo couldn't bare to go through anymore. But he didn't want to die either. So he would fight through whatever torture they could possibly put him through until it killed him. This liquid was clear and very watery. They jabbed it right in the center of the stinger mark from Shelob. As they injected it Frodo passed out from the pain, he couldn't take it anymore. His whole body went limp, just as it did when Shelob had stung him.
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REVIEW! *puppy eyes* Please :) Well I'm hoping for a lot more readers cause this will end up with a happy ending. Remeber,...... the more reviews, the quicker I update :)
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Thank you Elizabeth16 for review on my story :) and Frodo will make it out alive, eventuall *evil cackle*. Well, on with the story.......
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"Where is it?," it hissed. "I *cough* don't have it *cough*," Frodo replied weakly as the coughs shook his entire body and racked it with pain. "Then who as it? Tell me and I will reverse the poison. SPEAK! Before its to late," it ordered violently. "S-sam *cough* has it *cough*," Frodo guessed with one last gasp of breath before his lungs filled entirely with fluid and he struggled for breath. "Ah, that Elven brat has it!," it snarled before it plunged a second syringe into Frodo's neck and injected a teal colored liquid into it. This time the poison was different, it was ice cold. It froze his throat and took his breath away, but the liquid in his lungs was disappearing and he could breathe more freely now. He hoped that he would never have to go through that again, but in his heart, he knew they would be back. And next time, it would be worse.
Frodo hung in silence and agonizing pain for who knows how long. But then he heard the sound he dreaded to hear, but was expecting. They were coming again, and he feared that he may not survive this time. Only two came in this time. One had an armful of various torture objects and syringes. The other had that terrifying looking gag and other equally gruesome looking devices. "We've come to have a little fun," one of the Orc said gleefully. The smallest Uruk sat all of his thing on the ground and picked up the gag. Forcefully he yanked open Frodo's mouth, shoved the spiked part into the roof of his mouth and then closed his mouth tightly do that the teeth of the gag bit into all sides of his mouth until they bled. Once the gag was in, the Uruk pulled the chains attached to it and secured the m around Frodo's head to make sure it wouldn't move.
Then the other Uruk picked up one of the many syringes off the ground. The liquid in this one was purple. One of them grab his arm and held it still while the other jabbed it in Frodo's forearm. Frodo cringed in pain and screamed out but it only hurt his mouth because of the gag. This time there was no feeling when he injected it, no feeling at all. In fact, his entire arm was going numb, and the numbness was spreading through out his entire body. He hung as limp as a dead fish and watched as they decided what to torture him with first.
They picked up this spiked club, and then starred at Frodo maliciously. The hit him with it a couple times and the continued when they got no reaction. Finally Frodo screamed and blood trickled out of his mouth from the beating and the gag. "The little maggot can't take it," one of them sneered. Then it picked up another syringe. Frodo winced at the mere sight of it. It was filled with a thick black liquid, its cause, Frodo could only guess. This time the Orc turned his arm over and injected it into his wrist. Pain erupted through his entire arm as soon as the liquid touched it. It was agonizingly painful when he injected it because it was so thick. Frodo could feel his blood thinning in his body and his heart slow down. He was going to bleed to death because of this stuff. "Now will get some blood out of the little rat!," the Uruk said as he pick up a dagger from the pile.
At first he lightly drug the blade over Frodo's back, but with every pass he cut harder, until there was a wide and gaping wound on Frodo's back. It bled, and bled heavily from the blood thinner, and the Uruks did nothing to stop it. They let him bleed. But the finally shoved some dirty rags in it to stop the bleeding. They had done it for fun, for entertainment, they enjoyed watching him almost bleed to death. To Frodo's horror, they picked up another syringe and he couldn't even tell what color it was because he was so out of it from blood loss. Something pinched him in the back and fiery pain shot up his spine.
They had stab him in the back with the syringe and then injected it. It was the same crimson stuff they had injected before. Except his time his lungs were filling up faster and he couldn't scream out because of the gag. They watched, and as they watched Frodo's lips turned blue from lack of oxygen. Just before Frodo blacked out the jabbed him in the neck with the teal stuff again. But, it didn't work as fast as last time and Frodo was quickly losing air. By the time his breathing returned to normal Frodo's lips were blue from lack of oxygen and he was gasping for air.
This time the Orcs didn't leave, they stayed and picked up another syringe from the floor. Frodo couldn't bare to go through anymore. But he didn't want to die either. So he would fight through whatever torture they could possibly put him through until it killed him. This liquid was clear and very watery. They jabbed it right in the center of the stinger mark from Shelob. As they injected it Frodo passed out from the pain, he couldn't take it anymore. His whole body went limp, just as it did when Shelob had stung him.
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REVIEW! *puppy eyes* Please :) Well I'm hoping for a lot more readers cause this will end up with a happy ending. Remeber,...... the more reviews, the quicker I update :)
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