A/N: Ok! Yeah! A bonus chapter…some what… for your reading pleasure (u guys r lucky I'm doing this for yall I had a band lock in and didn't get any sleep.) so u guys had better like it.

Disclaimer: yadda yadda yadda basic mot mine, I get no money (tear) property of the wonderful minds who have more talent then I could ever wish for (if you want the whole thing go look at the beginning of chapter 2!

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER HAS LOTS OF HURT IN IT. IF YOU DON'T LIKE CHARACTER TORTURE SKIP THIS CHAPTER COMPLETLY AND GO TO THE NEXT ONE! I SERIOUS IF YOU DO NOT LIKE DO NOT READ! YOUR HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter 5

When Tristian came to his senses all he knew was that there was a really bright light shining into his hurting eyes making his head ache worse.

"Are you going to talk now little one?" A voice said.

He turned his head to see what was happening when he heard a blood-curling scream. His eyes flashed open and saw Titus on knees with his head bowed and his hands tied to ring set in the cobble stone floor. Then the smell hit him, the horrible smell of burning flesh and he knew what was happening. They, whoever they were, were torturing Titus and he had to stop it. He tried to rise ignoring his screaming head when he felt a tug at his arms.

'What the bloody…' He stopped mid thought when someone yelled:

"Hey we got another one awake try him, this ones getting boring."

Tristian felt freezing cold water being poured on his head and he sputtered and coughed. They pulled him up by his dark brown hair so they could see his face more clearly. He opened his eyes, which he never noticed he had closed.

'I've seen that face before somewhere.'

Then it dawned on him, it was one of Galahads attackers from their journey to this horrid place. He was surprised but didn't let it show. That had been one of their lessons last month: never show fear, so he opted to show no expression at all.

The Roman picked up his slender, lithe form with one hand and drug him below cuffs that were hanging from a rafter in the roof. They removed his leather jerkin and his soft wool tunic, lifted him up and locked his wrist in the cuffs. After making sure they would stay closed they picked him up higher to where his head almost toughed the rafter he was chained to and dropped him. There was a loud pop and then blinding pain as his shoulder was ripped of its socket, but he never made a noise. He hung there with his feet barley touching the floor.

For a fortnight or longer, for he lost count, they beat him with clubs and ever with shrubs whose thorns had a poison which made the little cuts and scratches it gave burn like fire. Their favorite was a soft rope whip that they used so they could beat him for long periods of time and not have t worry about him bleeding to death for the rope would take linger for it to break the skin.

When he would not utter a word or even a moan they switched to a whip that would rip the flesh off the bone with the first lash. They would burn him with hot coals and irons. The only time ha made any noise was when they stuck his arm into the little fire they made in the middle of the floor. They stabbed him and raped him until he was covered from head to toe in his own blood and was so close to death that he didn't even feel the pain anymore.

He could hear the others crying out in horrible agony.

'I'm sorry, so sorry, so so sorry.' He thought this over and over again until their screams died down and eventually stopped. He then closed his eyes and quit thinking.

A/N: hey I hope that wasn't too bad I could have done worse I had many other ways to torture my poor Tristian and the others but then I would be depressed the rest of the week. Review and chapter six will be up in no time ( I typing it after this but you have to review before I put up on the site muhahahahaha ;)