Legend of the Seeker
The Male Confessed

I would like to thank you all for your reviews. They always mean a lot to me. Well here is the brand new chapter. 13 signify being unlucky and this chapter is everything on the unlikely side of things for Richard. Bare witness the Legend grow with pain and malicious intent.

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Previously, on The Male Confessed: Rachel, finding Zedd, was able to give him the box of Orden only for him to disguise it as a simple wooden box and give it to Rachel for herself and Jessica to protect and escape the castle with where they'll wait for Zedd. Richard, who Zedd went after, was being tortured in the treasure room for information on not only who he is but where the box of Orden is. When getting nothing out of him, Richard was taken outside and once again, by Darken Rahl, demanded to know where the box was. With the only response a spit of blood, Zedd, preparing to reveal himself and fight is struck dead when finding the Mord'Sith exit a wagon to go for Richard.

Chapter 13
The Agiel.

With slow, hoarse, panting breaths he struggled to watch the approaching red. Squeaking from the movement, he squinted his good eye to gain a better look. Losing the energy to gain the required sight, he instead found himself un-subconsciously forcing himself into standing position. His taught muscles ached under the pressure; his calf muscles stung with pain, his head throbbed with agony. He could hardly think but what he did know is that he wasn't going to be getting an easy ride. Being obedient was never a good move in the presence of someone like Darken Rahl but Richard would never divulge information on the ware bouts of the box of Orden. Nor would he entertain Darken Rahl's egotistical manner at having the upper hand by begging for his life or crying. He was the Seeker after all. The rattle of metal made it clear to his blurred vision that she was close. His ears still rung with the beating he received by Darken Rahl's personal assistant, and trusted friend, Demmin Nass.
"You may call me, Mistress Denna" came the icy cold voice of the woman. Richard's vision only just begun to come to him. She had blonde hair tied tightly behind her. Skin-tight red leather gripped to her body showing her entire hourglass shaped body. She was a vision in red, quite remarkable, quite stunning. Her icy blue eyes shot through him with great intensity he had to catch his breath which sent a pain into his chest. She walked towards him with great demeanour, such power and elegance at the same time. She was up right and walked with each foot directly in front. She was not a woman to mess with. Was she intimidating? Yes, but Richard remained standing whilst the other soldiers bowed their head.

"Who, sorry?" asked Richard, mocking her. Her eyes went wide and were filled with fury. Richard suspected that may not have been the right course of action to take but he had said it. Something also told him that she wasn't the kind of woman to easily forget or a woman who was use to disrespect to, if receiving it, would punish that person within an inch of their life. Her right hand then went to her left hip where sat her weapon: a long, red metal rod attached to a small golden chain. The metal which Richard heard rattling. As her blood red glove wrapped around the handle of her weapon- a bubble of sorts in the middle to ensure its rest in her holster, Richard knew he was in trouble. "My name is Elvin" addressed Richard. He had to bring forth this cocky, arrogant and rude character to throw off any scent that he may be someone important. If they knew he were the Seeker, then all hell would break loose.

"Excuse his arrogance and cockiness, Mistress" excused Darken Rahl. Richard was somewhat surprised by how Darken Rahl, leader of D'Hara, addressed this woman. Denna, giving him a respectful nod, turned back to Richard with a one sided smirk. She slowly removed her weapon intending to intimidate Richard further. As she did, she kept her icy cold stare on Richard, not letting go. Her strong features and muscles flexed as her anger built, awaiting to be unleashed.

"You have never encountered a Mord'Sith before, have you?" she asked him with genuine interest. This was a game she was playing with him. She didn't want to approach Richard quick; she didn't want to yell at him right now, she didn't want to attack him so soon. She intended to play a game, stalk out her victim. Intimidate him, scare him. See his vulnerability, his fears. But he was confusing her because she saw none of that but the arrogance he was bringing out. She knew there was more to this Elvin then meets the eye.

"I have not" replied Richard, "When I do, I'll be sure to tell you" he said. He was limp, body hanging over from the pain. Blood dripped onto the muddy ground beneath him. He tried to walk, but made a pained grunt, almost collapsing. Darken Rahl, Demmin Nass and the legions of soldiers watched on. Not speaking a word. Demmin Nass gripped his sword tightly, wanting to drive into Richard's stomach and end his arrogance. But he would not make a move until his Lord Rahl told him too. Richard watched Denna, this mysterious Mord'Sith's, anger grow.

"You continue to try and anger me. Why is that so?" she asked him, again, the game continuing. He forced a smile, blood on his teeth. She smiled; the sight making her happy.

"You continue to seduce me. The attire. The stance. Why is that so?" he asked her. He knew of the game she was playing and decided not to address it. But this time he turned serious and the seeker within him came out. He straightened up and looked at her with grave intensity. His body shot and stung with pain but he held himself up and refused to falter. He had been paying close attention to the soldiers and their weapons. One soldier of which was only a few feet away from him to his left. Easily within reaching distance. His sword was on his left hip, resting it's its scabbard. Richard noted all their muscles, demeanour. Who looked the deadliest, who were the weakest. He had to, otherwise he'd be sure to lose. He also knew Zedd was there, as he also knew Darken Rahl knew him there. However, this captivating Mord'Sith and Richard's attitude over the situation had amazed everyone into anxious silence. "This game really must stop, Denna" he told her omitting the 'Mistress' on purpose. That was when she lost it, what he had wanted.

With a vicious scream, she spun on the ground, lifting the dirt and soil. Gripping her weapon, her intention was to wallop Richard around the face. He won the game. With her now in pure anger, she was distracted by that giving Richard the needed time to crouch out and grab the soldier's sword from his scabbard. Before he could even flinch, Richard lopped off his neck. Darken Rahl stood unmoving but had to restrain Demmin Nass. Cries of anger and war erupted from the soldiers who charged for Richard. Zedd however wouldn't stand ideally by and threw out his hands. Two streams of wizard fire shot out striking several rows of the Dragon Core.

"Stop!" screamed Denna at the soldiers advancing on Richard. With effortless ease, he drove his newly acquired sword through the hearts of two men at the same time. Removing the sword, he spun and took off the legs of another. Blood spewed everywhere and before he knew it, the cries that were in the air quickly became that of agony and pain before drowning out with their deaths.

"Let me go Lord Rahl!" asked Demmin Nass with venom.

"No!" commanded Darken Rahl with a ring of authority and power. It stopped Demmin's advances. "We must see what this Elvin brings. He interests me" smiled Darken Rahl. He then turned towards the person who addressed himself as Ruben. He now knew him to be a wizard of great power which only enticed his interest all the more. He must be working alongside Elvin which made this whole situation that more important and serious. Richard managed to take off the head of three soldiers that charged in a row before his own screams pierced the dawning sky. Zedd spun around, eyes raised as he watched Richard collapse onto his knees, dropping the sword. Denna was stood over him with her weapon pressed firmly against his neck. Dark purple veins rippled from the weapon's point to across his neck.

"How dare you defy me!" she screamed at him with fury. Releasing the pressure, Richard collapsed onto his front. Her head then snapped up to look at Zedd who had tears in his eyes. Looking at Denna, and then Darken Rahl, he closed his eyes and waved his hands. Zedd vanished in a puff of smoke. Denna returned her attentions to Richard who was convulsing on the ground. She turned to the other soldiers still alive, or those wounded and injured. "Take him to my wagon and quick!" she demanded. They nodded and grabbed hold of Richard, dragging him to the wagon she came from. She approached her Lord Rahl and bowed her head in respect, he and Demmin Nass, the same. "What do you ask of me Lord Rahl?" she asked, placing her weapon back in its holster. Lord Rahl, holding himself up with authority and placing his hands behind his back, stepped closer to her, smiling.

"The truth, quite simply. I know he stole the box of Orden. I know that he is with that wizard. They're working together. I demand to know who they really are and what they know. I want their names, I want-,"

"But Lord Rahl" interrupted Denna. "You have my prisoner's name. He told me." Lord Rahl laughed before gripping her throat. She widened her eyes but didn't move. He was overcome with calm fury. Demmin Nass smiled on, she noticed but kept her icy cold eyes on her Lord Rahl.

"Are you stupid as well as captivating?" he asked her, gently releasing the pressure but keeping his hand on her throat. Her entire body was tense. "His name is obviously a cover so we can't track him. Why would someone, stealing the box of Orden, give their real name? You see Denna, you made a mistake this morning." She frowned, confused. "You let your anger get the better of you and you let this acclaimed Elvin win. You are a Mord'Sith. You must keep your anger in check. This man is smart and strong. Don't let him best you! I brought you here because you are the strongest and smartest of my Mord'Sith. I want you to torture this man for information, no matter the cost" he told her. His hand slid to her neck and gently pulled her to him. She closed her eyes with ecstasy as both Lord Rahl and Mistress Denna kissed one another tenderly. Pulling apart, Lord Rahl took in her eyes. "But he must stay alive!"

"Of course, Lord Rahl. But may I do but one thing before I go?" she asked. Lord Rahl nodded, and stepped aside. Giving her full view and pathway to Demmin Nass. He knew what she wanted and had, at that moment, granted it. Starring at Demmin Nass with anger, she removed her weapon and struck Demmin Nass on his chest. He grunted with the shooting searing pain but didn't fall and did not scream. His eyes watered against his best efforts and that's when she removed the weapon. "In future, Demmin Nass, I would advise you to watch how you react to me especially in my presence.
You may be a close friend to Lord Rahl. But no one is closer to him then Mord'Sith. He would kill you in a second if it meant saving our race. Now, do I make myself clear?" she asked him in a low and foreboding voice. Her voice was just as icy as her eyes and made Demmin Nass, a fearless lethal man, shiver. That was the response she needed and turned to Lord Rahl. "The next time I see you Lord Rahl, I will have this man confessing everything he knows"

"You have until the next full moon" he told her. She nodded, thinking all she needed was a day. She was the best and always broke her prisoners within two days. Sometimes within minutes. She turned her back on them both and begun to approach the wagon. Her body was straight and her muscles taught. She slowly placed back her weapon and starred straight ahead at her wagon whilst the other soldiers stood to attention in respect and fear. Lord Rahl stood smiling and turned to face Demmin Nass, still reeling from the pain he felt.

"We better go. I have other pressing matters to attend to" he told him, intending there to be no objections. Demmin Nass gave a singular nod.

"Yes, my Lord" and with that he followed closely behind Lord Rahl as did the other soldiers.

-o-o-o-0-o-o-o-

He was awakened by his head colliding with the wooden wall around him. Groaning, albeit barely, his vision slowly begun to return to him. The ground beneath him was moving with no coherence. Gravel could be heard being crunched, stones being hit. Then he heard hooves hitting the ground. Frowning, he heard leather whipping flesh and knew he must be in a horse driven wagon. Looking to the ground below him, all he saw was blood. Blood he was sure was his own. Just to the side he found a red leather boot- Denna's boot. Zedd was unsuccessful at saving him. It confused him- why couldn't a wizard, as powerful as Zedd, not bring down this vixen? As his mind rattled with questions, he stayed facing the ground. He was too weak and in too much pain to do anything else.

"It is about time" she told him. Richard didn't answer. "No retort? How very unlike you" she told him. Using her boot, she slammed him into the far wall of the wagon. It was then he found his wrists shackled tightly with a golden thick chain. The chains, tugging painfully on his wrists, made him squirm. Grunting, he was now on his side and able to look ahead. In front of him sat Denna along with another captive beside her. He was dressed in gray rags, torn and encrusted with blood. He had dark brown shaggy hair and grey eyes. The captive remained by Denna's side. He himself was shackled and had several scars and bruises. His nose, crooked, told Richard it had been broken. The captive seemed to almost be grovelling Denna, awaiting her to command him to do something. He looked helpless, broken. Richard felt for the poor man.

"Where am I?" he asked in a low hoarse tone. Denna, smiling, turned to her other captive. The moment she looked at him, he brightened him and sat upright, ready to hear her speak to him.

"Tell him who I am, Simon. What my race are about. Tell him how deadly it is to resist. Tell him!" she demanded. He smiled, nodding rapidly, and turned to face Richard.

"She is Mistress Denna. She is a Mord'Sith. There are hundreds and each and every one of them are the personal body guards to Lord Rahl. They were trained and brought up to torture and get information at any means necessary." Richard turned to Denna and she smiled, happy and content. "A Mord'Sith possess the power to control anyone with magic and use it against them. Killing them in an instant. No one with power is any match to a Mord'Sith" that explained it then. That was why Zedd couldn't attack her. He would have died in an instant! He felt foolish thinking Zedd wouldn't want to protect and save him. He should have known there would have been a logical explanation.

"Tell him how we torture people. Make me proud, Simon!" she told him. He begun to weep, not through sadness, but at the thought of not being able to make her proud or satisfy his mistress. Nodding once again, he turned to Richard.

"I have only ever seen my mistress torture three people – my family. She uses a weapon known as-," before he could finish the story she removed her weapon and dug it into Simon's heart. Richard gasped with shock and tried to break free to save this poor man. He screamed with pain, begged for mercy, but Denna, twisting her weapon with great intensity looked at Richard as a message to him. Simon took one final breath and fell slack, dead. Richard, panting with fury, turned to Denna.

"Why did you do that?" he yelled, "He didn't do anything wrong!"

"I brought him with me as a demonstration. All my prisoners are known as my pets, much like you now. As my pet, I will do what I want, when I want. I have no mercy, I shed no remorse. A pet is a pet. I do anything I want" she told Richard grabbing a key and unlocking the shackles from around Simon's wrists which, once released, were black and blue. Using her foot, she forcefully kicked him out the wagon. Slamming through the cloth and landing outside, she heard him roll a couple of feet as horses cried out with surprise and swerved or stopped all together. Richard could only look on with disbelief.

"What did you do to him?" he asked, looking at her weapon, "What is that thing?"

"This," she smiled, twirling it in her fingers. "Is what is called as an Agiel. A weapon filled with magic. It can cause cuts, bruise you and even break bones. As you found with my demonstration, if applied in the right places and given the right force, then I can kill anyone within seconds. This is all I need to get out the information to which Lord Rahl acquires" she said with a smirk. Richard leered at her.

"I will tell you nothing! Lord Rahl will be dead within days. I'll be sure of that!" he yelled, spitting blood onto her. He was stunned to find that the blood seemed invisible against her red leather. He then understood that was why they wore it- blood would never show up unless it splattered against their face or hair. She laughed pitifully before slamming her Agiel into Richard's neck once again. Trying to suppress his screams of agony at the shooting pain going through his body he found one scream erupting from his body. His insides felt like they were being torn from his body. Twisted, cut, put through molten fire. The pain was unbearable that before he knew it, he became unconscious.

-o-o-o-0-o-o-o-

"You're losing your touch, Denna" she spoke in respected quiet whilst pacing around the limp, hanging body in the centre of the dungeon. She would, at times, poke at the body with her long rounded wooden stick, and watch the body shake and swing. At times she would get the occasional whimper or moan from the person and it made her smile. She loved to see silent suffering as opposed to seeing the full bearing of her torture. She enjoyed it when her pets suffered in silence for it meant she was destroying their very soul. But the soul of this person, she knew, was far from broken. Denna, hands clasped behind her back, stood with her feet hip width apart. Her body was straight and her jaw flexed as her frustration, at the comment, took hold. As quick as it formed, it went, and she smiled.

"I pray you repeat that statement, Constance" said Denna more of a command then a simple plea. Constance, her long braid of brown hair swung lifelessly behind her as she came around the corner of the circle to be in front of Denna. The small, dank room smelt of rotten flesh and putrid animals and people. A small dripping echoed down the numerous halls, reverberating from the thick black stoned walls and ceilings. Torches lay at rest on the walls, spaced far between but giving the needed light. The room they were in sat 5 stands with 6 long thick white candles in each holster, burning brightly. Flickering of yellow and orange illuminated the dank room. The centre housed a black bottomless pit and over it hung a male. His hands were chained by rusted metal. He had several cuts on his body, each one oozing blood. Dark black and blue bruises rested over his entire body. Many fresh, others old but reforming.
He was topless, his muscles in constant agony. His green trousers were covered in blood, sweat and dirt. He uttered a painful moan and lolled his head, but didn't awaken from his comatose sleep.

"I bare you no disrespect" smiled Constance, holding up her hands of innocents. Her red Mord'Sith outfit squeaked from the pressure. Denna raised one eyebrow, doubting her friend's response. Denna, once again, was playing one of her games. One she knew Constance would not want to win. "I say what I say because, Denna, Lord Rahl sent me" Denna raised her eyebrows and continued to listen. "He wants to know what is taking so long with this simple man?" asked Constance, her cockiness retuning. Feeling she's in charge of the conversation at the mention of Lord Rahl. Denna shifted her position and grinned.

"This is no simple man, Constance. Far from it. He's something special. It's for this reason why I've yet to break him"

"It has been three days, Denna" reminded Constance. "Three!" she emphasised. Denna remained silent in her stance. "The last time it took you this many days to break a person was" she stopped herself suddenly, ashamed, and looked up at Denna.

"Say it" she told her in her calm yet cold expression. Constance gave a single nod.

"Was your father" she finished. Denna's eyebrow twitched as she starred at Constance and then gripped her Agiel. Constance made a note of it and her hand moved ever so slightly towards her own Agiel. "Now Denna, you know now is not the best time to fight. Not on Lord Rahl's time especially"

"Indeed" calmed Denna, removing her hand from her Agiel. Constance also relaxed and smiled. "What else did he want to address?" Constance smiled at how smart Denna was.

"He wants me to take over. To train this man. Lord Rahl fears you're losing your touch"

"Not at all" said Denna, "I'm getting closer. But I'll tell you what, how about we-," before able to continue the male in the centre coughed. Both turning, they watch as he opens his eyes, slowly. Once fully open he smiled which confused both Mord'Sith.

"Mistress Denna" he grinned. Denna, eyes wide, turned to Constance who looked suspicious. "How may I please you?" he asked.

"You can start by telling me your actual name" she started, walking closer to him. He frowned.

"It's Elvin, you know that mistress" he told her. Denna's face tensed up and she grabbed for her Agiel. With a scream, she placed the tip of her Agiel into his stomach. Through gritted teeth, he growled with pain. The pain shot through his body in a flash and wouldn't stop. It had no mercy, as did its wielder. Blood begun to form around the wound as Denna removed the Agiel. The blood dripped from his stomach and down into the bottomless pit.

"Don't test me! I know you faked your name. I was able to get information from the Queen's personal eyes and ears that they have neither heard or seen of you until 3 days ago when you entered the castle with an old man and girl" Richard, raising his eyebrows with surprise that he'd been in Denna's captive for 3 days, quickly lowered them and instead, tried to break free from his shackles. She laughed at his efforts. "It's pointless to fight" she told him and drives her Agiel into his stomach with such impact that he lifts up. This time, he begun to scream, desperately trying to break free. "The harder you fight, the stronger the Agiel will be!" she screamed at him, releasing her weapon. Richard, gasping hard, tried to regain his bearings before he finds himself in another coma. Turning back to Constance, gripping her Agiel in her hands, prepares to strike. "That'll be all Constance"

"But I really think you should listen to Lord Rahl!" she advised.

"I will do this my way, as I've always done. Now leave us and tell Lord Rahl that I will break this pathetic man and I will get him the answers that he desires". Constance, nodding reluctantly and unconvinced, turns to walk down the only hallway leading into the room. Denna, smiling at Richard, made her way closer to him, her Agiel twiddling in-between her fingers. "Why do you fight me so?" she asked innocently, almost hurt. His lifeless expression, an expression she had grown to know, looked back at her. His eyes were dead, starring into nothing.

"I will not risk her life" he said under his breath. His entire body went slack. But he wasn't dead, he wasn't unconscious. He was in another world. Denna, frowning, slammed her Agiel into his stomach once again, drawing blood, but Richard remained unmoving. He only flinched and gently convulsed from the pain which seemed so distant to him. Then he stunned her. He done what no one had ever done before. Something which made her back step and question the power of her Agiel.

He smiled.

As she rammed her Agiel into his stomach once again, blood foaming from his mouth, he remained smiling. Looking into the dark walls. This only enraged Denna more that she slammed the Agiel across his face. Her fists then got to work on his face. Every hit however had ill effect. He remained lifeless, smiling, content, happy.

-o-o-o-

It was bright. The sun shone brightly. He could feel the hot rays beating onto his relaxed taught body. A moan of ecstasy escaped him as she caressed his hard muscles in his arms, tracing down to his body, circling around his nipple. She moaned back. Her soft brown hair tickling his face. She starred at him, smiling. The sound of rippling water set the mood perfectly as they both lay by the lake. "Don't stop thinking about me" she told him softly. He grinned at her. She then moved her lips closer and kissed him gently on the lips. Her lips were soft, welcoming, relaxing. It made him smile more and he took in a deep breath at the fresh water. At the sweet scent of the grass and the foot which lay rested on the grass nearby. "I love you" she whispered to him meaning every word.

-o-o-o-

"I love you too" he said, starring off into space. Denna frowned until she finally realised what he was doing. She couldn't help but smile.

"You are indeed smart" but what he didn't know was that he made a fatal mistake…

To be continued…

So there you have it. Another chapter done and dusted. What did you think of this chapter? The Mord'Sith was finally revealed- Denna! Lord Rahl asks of her to gain the information on who Richard really is. At any cost! Whilst in the wagon, Denna's pet explains the existence of a Mord'Sith before killing him to prove a point of her power and of her weapon, the Agiel.

At the torture dungeon, Denna speaks with a fellow Mord'Sith, Constance. Constance explains that Lord Rahl and herself fear that Denna is losing her touch when, after 3 days, she's still unable to break Richard and gain any information. But as she leaves and Denna resumes training Richard, he partitions his mind to think of Kahlan.

What will happen next? 3 days have passed so where is Kahlan? What has happened to Zedd? What has befallen Jessica and Rachel? Is the box safe? What does Jessica know about Kahlan? Whose the person in the black cloak? How do people know Kahlan is Mother Confessor? What is Dennee and her men doing? So many questions that will only be answered with reviews. So please review this chapter and until next time…