Whooo so I think this is the longest chapter so far. And I'm in the process of writing 2 more that will hopefully also be posted today...fingers crossed. Originally it was going to be one long chapter but decided to split it into 3 instead.
Anyway a bit of a warning with this chapter because there is a lot of Bilbo whump. I really did a number on our favourite Hobbit but this was never going to be an easy time for him. And there will be much more to come.
Anyway I hope you guys like it.
Blackness was the first thing Bilbo registered when his senses began to return to him. Shifting slightly he noticed that his face was rubbing against a cold smooth surface. He moved his head slightly to the side but as soon as the pressure went onto his right ear. A stabbing, pulsating pain exploded though it, radiating through his head and down his spine. Hissing as the painful sensation invaded his body, Bilbo began to focus on his breathing. When the pain lessened the Hobbit began the next task of opening his eyes. Looking around he tried not to move his head to much but bit back whimpers when he did move to quick.
He hadn't been moved since he last past out on the floor. Still being facedown he found his body was half way on half way of the makeshift bed. His upper body down to his belly resting on the floorboards while his legs were on the blankets and pillows. Bilbo could feel the continues throbbing on both side his head along with the brittle stickiness of his bloodied up hair that stuck to his neck and ears like glue. Though going by the dried up red puddle beneath him he could assume that he most certainly bled out a lot during his assault. But at least he wasn't gagged anymore.
" I know you are awake."
The Hobbit was startled by sudden voice that broke the silence. Slowly and carefully he turned to face the individual who just spoke. And there sitting cross legged on her large four poster bed was Hildegard, looking at him intensely. Brushing a blonde hair dolls with a small brown comb.
" You are lucky. I was only going to give you another five minutes before I threw a bucket of ice water on you."
Bilbo scrunched up his eyes and letter out another groaning hiss of discomfort. " How long have I been out?"
"About 30 minutes give or take. Have been getting bored sitting here waiting for you to wake up."
" Sorry for the inconvenience. It must of been a tough long wait for you, my heart truly bleeds." Bilbo immediately kicked himself especially when he saw the girl scowl at him. She put down her doll and swung her legs over the side of her bed. 'Why did he always have to open his big mouth before thinking it through?'
" You will be especially because we will be going to see my father soon after what you did. He warned you if you don't do as you are told you will be sorry." Hildegard menacingly spat back at the bound Hobbit.
" What!...but I haven't done anything wrong."
" You say that but if you didn't keep up with the screaming and jolting your head. I wouldn't of pricked my finger with the needle I was using to pierce your ears with." Hildegard held up right hand in Bilbo's direction but from there he couldn't even see anything. No blood or any material covering the apparent wound. If there was a cut it must be very minuscule because the Hobbit looking through squinted eyes couldn't see a thing.
" So you are dragging me to your father just because you got a pinprick?. Did you forget you forced that same needle all the way through both my ears. Selective memory much?" You did it again Bilbo!
"Think I should of that cloth over that rude mouth of yours. I only removed it because you weren't breathing properly but now you are awake and talking. I am seriously considering changing my mind." The large girl was now up of the bed and stalking over to the Hobbit who began to cower away.
Just at that moment there was a loud knock and the door was pushed open. Alfred peered his head round the door frame and looked at the two individuals in the room. " Young Miss your father is ready for you now."
" Thankyou Alfred I can honestly say the timing couldn't of been better. My patients is wearing quite thin."
The assistant furrowed his brows before pushing the door fully open and stepping inside the room. " The Halfling giving you attitude may I presume?" He looked at the small bound figure still on the floor.
" Your assumptions are correct. I have been more than fair and patient with him. But all I have to show is verbal abuse and worst of all an injury to my hand." Hildegard responded frowning. Her arms were now crossed over her chest as she also looked down at Bilbo.
The Hobbit could feel himself getting anxious as he saw all the attention was all directed at him. He gulped and swallowed back the large lump that was forming in his throat. " Like I mentioned earlier and with all due respect. I actually didn't do anything wrong." It was probably to late by this point but there was always a chance. He knew he was going to probably receive a beating so might as well try and talk his way out of it being less severe. He took a deep breath and continued. " But if I have caused this young lady distress or an injury. I do apologise on my part."
" If you think that now Alfred is here and your new attitude changes anything. You are mistaken, I already told Da what you did and he isn't happy."
The black haired man was shaking his head throughout in agreement. " No he does not seem impressed at all. Very unhappy and saying that this behaviour cannot continue."
Bilbo shrugged and just looked down to the floor in defeat. 'Oh well it was worth a try' he thought to himself.
" Would the young Miss like some assistance bringing this Halfling to your fathers office now?" Alfred inquired looking at his Masters daughter waiting for an answer.
" Yes I would after my injury I do not think I will be able hold onto his bonds properly." Hildegard answered now cradling hand protectively.
Alfred again nodded and went over to untie the bound Hobbit who was now scowling. " Funny how it went from it being a hurt finger to a whole hand." He muttered not realising the assistant heard him as he undid the knots from the wall.
" You would do well to shut your mouth rat. The Master said if any injury came to his daughter there will be consequences did he not." Finishing with the last knot he stood up and quickly yanked the ropes up. Causing the poor Hobbit to be pulled forcefully to his shaking and unsteady feet. The ungentle action made Bilbo yelp out as the sudden head jolt aggravated his wounds. It again sent a wave of shooting pain to wrap round his skull and then through his very being. He could feel the dizziness begin to creep in and the bile rise up his esophagus. Though he managed to swallowed it down when it reached the back of his throat.
Alfred went to undo the rope securing Bilbo's feet but was stopped. " No keep them on and carry him. It will be quicker and plus he kicks." Hildegard interrupted before he could take them off.
" But Miss this is fine black silk I really don't fancy getting this Hobbit's filthy blood on it. Who is to say it will even wash out if it does stain it?"
" No your place to Alfred. You work for my father which means you work for me too."
The black haired man tutted and scowled. Unhappy that his favourite black coat was probably going to be ruined and that he had to touch this disgusting creature. " Stupid Hobbit why did it have to bleed so much?" he murmured before very roughly picking up the Hobbit around his torso and held the small figure under his left arm. This admitted another shriek from Bilbo as he was dangled only being able to see the floor below him.
Soon the trio were leaving the room and making their way down the corridors towards the Masters office. Once they arrived outside Hildegard stopped and gestured from the assistant to open the doors. Obliging he turned the door knob, moved aside and waited behind the girl before following her in. There leaning against his desk the Master was waiting, tapping his fingers on the wood.
" Well this is something I wasn't expecting. I told you Halfling any funny business and I will step in did I not?"
By now Alfred had not so gently sat Bilbo down on the ground to face the Master directly. He shook his head to try and remove the stars that danced across his vision. And the constant pulsing pain that came along with it. Slowly he looked up to face the larger man who was staring menacingly down at him.
Though gritted teeth the Hobbit spoke up. " As I keep saying I haven't done anything. The only thing that has happened is me getting my ears unjustifiably stabbed twice. When all this time I keep explaining how sensitive Hobbit's ears are. Now look I have these painful abominations pieced into them and I am the one who is covered in blood."
" Da if he only did what he was told I wouldn't have a puncher mark on my poor finger." The girl quickly interrupted before Bilbo could say anymore. She walked up to her father holding out her finger for him to see. He took her hand in his own and looked down to inspect it. The wrinkles on his forehead became more prominent as he first looked at his daughter then back to the small bound figure in front of him.
" Like I said consequences Hobbit you injure my daughter. You get my wrath." The Master's menacing tone made a chill run down Bilbo's spine.
" BUT THERE IS NOTHING THERE A SCRATCH AT MOST...HOW IS HER PRICKING HERSELF MY FAULT. I DIDN'T ASK FOR ANY OF THIS!
The larger man didn't say a word only glared on. But it was easy to see the anger fuelled flames in his eyes. Another few seconds past before he spoke up again. " Angel will you please leave me with your pet for a while. Daddy has deal with this incident first and then I will return him once I have finished."
"Yes Father no problem just don't damage him to much. I only just got him." Hildegard smiled and kissed he dad on the cheek. Soon the girl was gone leaving the poor Hobbit in the room with just the Master and Alfred. He looked frantically between the two men panicking about what was about to happen next.
" Alfred bring over my mallet."
Bilbo's eyes went wide as a wave of fear descended upon him, turning his blood to ice. He could feel his body begin to shake as he looked between the two men frantically. "No please! Whatever you plan on doing there is no need for that." Now struggling against the ropes that subdued him. Getting more and more desperate as the assistant came back over with a large wooden mallet and handed it to the Master.
Not wasting another second the larger man reached forward and grabbed the thrashing Hobbit viciously by the back of the neck and threw him violently onto the desk. Making the poor beings head bounce harshly of the hard surface with a loud crack.
"Help me hold him still I don't want my mallet missing and going through my desk." The Master said as he used the enormous weight of his arm to keep Bilbo's legs and back planted to the wooden surface. Alfred took up position and used his arms to hold down the Hobbits chest and shoulders.
Bilbo's screams echoed throughout the room. Trying with all his might to through off his abusers but to no avail. The loud continuous screeching only made the larger man grow more and more annoyed.
"Alfred shut him up already, people are going to start hearing this."
" I know Sire" the assistant was looking around while not taking his arms away from the Hobbit. " But I can't see anything that I can use to cover his mouth with. There is the knock out potion but that is in the other room."
The Master rolled his eyes before putting down the mallet, reaching over and snatching Alfred's hat from his head. "Incompetence...use this!" he replied before scrunching the item up and shoving it into Bilbo's mouth. He tried to spit the garment out but was quickly stopped when Alfred put one of his hands over his mouth to prevent him.
" Bloody stupid Halfling first you get blood and over me. And now my hat is going to be covered in your spit." He looked down at the Hobbit in degust.
Taking his mallet back into his hand the Master looked down at Bilbo's feet, deciding which part he was going to bring it down upon. Under him he could feel the smaller being shaking uncontrollably, his muscles tensing up as the weight of what was about to happen became apparent. He could still hear his desperate wailing coming from behind the material and his assistants hand but it came more as muffled cries. Though this did not faze him in anyway, only fuelling his sick satisfaction he got when punishing being he felt were beneath him.
Once he made up his mind the Master brought down the the instrument in one swift motion into the appendage. There was an almighty crunch and muffled wail as the mallet crushed the poor Hobbit's first metatarsal joint. Looking down he could see the foot was already beginning to swell and turn purple. The angle of the bone had also shifted showing the tip pointed more towards the surface of the skin but not quite piercing through. It was a clean break.
Rapid gasping and gurgles escaped Bilbo's mouth. The pain shot through his foot and leg like a red hot poker, consuming him. He felt as if he was suffocating and honestly didn't know how much more his body could take. Not long here and he had already had his foot broken, been beaten and received head trauma. Sustained wounds to his ears and chocked out numerous times. What was it going to be like tomorrow? Were they going to beat him until he was nothing but a bloodied pulp. Or even begin removing his limbs or his organs, he didn't want to imagine.
" There I think that will suffice. Anymore problems and we can do the same to the other foot." The Master grinned down at his victim before putting down the mallet and turning to his assistant. Who had also had let go of his grip on the Hobbit. " You can go and inform Hildegard now that she can have her pet returned to her. He may not be as bothersome now one of his feet is broken."
" Very good Sire I will go and inform her at once." Alfred left without even retrieving his hat that was still lodged in Bilbo's mouth. The Hobbit watched through half closed eyes as the black hair man exited the room. Wheezing through his nose he could feel the harsh material soak up all the saliva in his mouth. Leaving his throat feeling rough and scratchy.
" I think I have made my intentions quite clear wouldn't you say Hobbit?"
Bilbo huffed and looked up at the larger man still standing beside him. Blinking back the sweat that was dripping into his eyes.
" But maybe now my actions will reach that tiny pea brain of yours that my words are always serious."
Suddenly the doors to the office swung open and Alfred came running back in a panic. "Sire that Dwarf leader is here asking to speak to you urgently. I told him to wait outside the front door until you had finished with an important matter. I didn't know what else to tell him."
The Hobbits eyes went wide. 'Thorin is here?...' could this be his chance, was luck finally on his side?. Desperately he began to thrash in his bounds and scream through his gag as loud as his small lungs would allow.
' Make as loud of noise as you can Bilbo, he needs to be able to hear me.' He told himself.
But this only attracted the attention of his captives who rushed fourth to hold the flailing creature down. "Alfred use the back door and take him back to Hildegard's room. Stay there till I fetch you because he is going to play up while that Dwarf is here. You need to help Hildegard keeping it subdued until I get him to leave."
" I'm on it Sire. I just need him to stop acting up so I can carry it." He looked down and remembered the rope around the Hobbits neck and quickly pulled it tight. Immediately cutting of this windpipe and forcing out dry strangled chokes. Even after a long while the assistant didn't let up until Bilbo had completely stopped fighting and lost consciousness. Letting go of the rope Alfred put his hand onto the Hobbits chest to check for a heartbeat. Then removing his hat, put his ear to his mouth and smiled when he got the answer he wanted.
" All good Sire the Halfling is just out cold. He can be moved silently now without drawing attention or fidgeting ." With that he picked up the limp body and like before hooked him under the crook of his arm.
The larger man looked a little unsettled. For a moment he thought his assistant had taken it to far and killed it. But began to relaxed when he was told the creature was just unconscious and nothing more. " Very good Alfred take your leave and I will be back to see you shortly." With that both men went of in opposite directs.
Poor Bilbo I am so cruel.
Plus I don't think Alfred is to happy having his clothes ruined. But screw that guy that hat was stupid anyway. I hope you liked it and feel free to comment. Like I said I hopefully will have another 2 chapters done if my hands hold up. They get quite a bit tired and sore when typing this out on a mobile XD