A/N: Congrats to MorganLeFay99 for getting my age correct. I am in fact fourteen. I am also in pain while I'm writing this. I slipped on some rocks and fell, leaving a gash in my knee the size of a marble. It looks nasty even now, and I'm on my third band-aid. Anyway, here's the last chapter in this part. There's still part 2 though.
Chapter 5
Jareth appeared right outside of Shenya's door. He opened it and walked in.
Immediately, he was assaulted by the smell. The smell of dead, rotting corpses. He scanned the room for his cousin, but he couldn't find her. Then he saw something move in a corner.
"Shenya?" He asked, walking slowly towards the bundle. He gasped as he saw his cousin, whom he had tried to protect for years look up at him with fear in her eyes, and huddle away from him.
Shenya didn't know who entered the room. She was delirious from the drugs they keep her on to keep her sedated. All she knew was someone had come in. And that usually meant pain of some kind for her. Even when he called her, she thought it was a trick. But pleading helped. It always helped when she pleaded.
"Please, don't hurt me. Please. Please." Shenya begged. It broke Jareth's heart to see her like that, naked, pleading, broken.
Jareth took off his cloak and wrapped it around her. He wrapped a spell around her to make her sleep. He picked her up, cloak and all, walked out of the cell and transported back to his castle.
He laid her down on the chaise in her private rooms, and called for a maid and a healer. He left the two females to their work and checked up on his daughter, Alex.
She was taking a nap, so he decided to tackle some paperwork that was long overdue. He promised himself to check on Shenya when the others were done. There was nothing he could do at the moment. He could only hope for a quick recovery.
In the room Dirpeck had stepped into, there was a beautiful woman. She was pale and thin, with curly blonde hair. Her greenish cat eyes glinted in the firelight. The traitor was so excited about his reward, he didn't notice the array of daggers along her black leather suit and the walls.
"This way," the lady spoke, and waited for him to follow her into the next room.
The next thing he knew, he was strapped down on a table. His arms were tied above his head, and his fett were tied until they were straight. Then the woman started cranking a huge contraption. Dirpeck's arms were stretched tighter until he thought they would rip out of their sockets. Not that he knew what a socket was, of course. Then she stopped.
The lady laughed and got ut something from a trunk along the wall. She held up. . . a wipe. Dirpeck would have laughed at that moment if he hadn't been in so much pain. A wipe. It was only a wipe.
The woman took the wipe and started tickling the poor goblin. Everytime it tickled him, he would move away, and then his arms were stretched more, so he was in more pain. He would never laugh about a wipe again.
"My name is Sparkling Silver Angel Wings, but you can call me Mercy," the girl said in between laughs.
Finally, Mercy got bored with the wipe, so she stopped. Instead she took up daggers and started carving designs into his skin. Every now and then he would cry her name, and she would laugh and deny him.
Eventually, there were no more places left that she would like to carve, so she threw her daggers in some soapy water to clean off the blood,and picked up some needles. She then proceeded to pierce his body with wooden rings, the old fashion way.
Then she cut off his fingers and toes, putting a burning poker to each wound to keep him alive, so he wouldn't bleed to death. When she was done, she tipped him up until he was straight and tied his arms to the ceiling. Then she folded the table back so she had a clear view of his as yet unmarred back.
She picked up an evil looking whip. A cat-nine-tails it was called. It had nine tails on it, and each tail had a spiked metal ball wrapped in it.
Mercy hit him in the back with it. He thought it didn't feel so bad compared to everything else he had gone through. Until she pulled it back.
In his study, doing paperwork, Jareth looked up as Dirpeck's scream came to him.
When Mercy was done, Dirpeck was hanging on to life by a thread. She let him down, confident he would not run off. She then put him face-down on a metal tray on a track. The track led into a fire.
With a push, Dirpeck found himse;lf burning alive. And there was nothing he could do about it. So ends the Traitor.
A/N: Well, I hope you all liked that torture session. I feel so happy now. Maybe I'll go ride my horse and eat more carrots. Yes, carrots. I have started eating baby carrots as a snack in stead of my usual candy and cookie. It's a lot healthier. Only, I'm running out. This is the last bag we have.
Replies:
Wings- Sorry I had to change your name, but I really liked the irony of it all. Don't you? Is the evil gleam gone yet? Because you know, there's still Shumack. But he seems like such a nice, stupid guy. . .
MorganLeFay99- I didn't really want to cut off his arms and legs, so I stuck with fingers and toes. I hope that's okay. Good job at guessing my age.