The first thing Gwaine noticed was the blinding pain coming from his leg. His splitting headache was nothing he wasn't used to, considering all the times he had woken up severely hung over, and for a moment Gwaine thought that a few too many drinks were to blame for his discomfort before yesterday's memories hit him like a sledge hammer.
Lot, slave wagon, ransom, Merlin alone...MERLIN!

Gwaine sat up quickly, startling Percival. "Gwaine, you need to rest. The "welcome party" yesterday took quite a toll on you." Percival said, moving towards him.
"Where's Merlin?" Gwaine asked urgently, taking in the bare cell with the stone walls and the bruises on Percival's face. "He's safe. He should be back in Camelot by now" Percival reassured him, but Gwaine could detect a small tremor of worry in the big guys voice.

"What happened to your face?" was Gwaines next question."The thugs from the wagon can really pack a punch, but for some reason they were more concerned with beating you half to death, so they mostly left me alone."

"Ah. That would be why my leg feels like its on fire" Gwaine commented, glancing down at the rough bandage wrapped around his calf.
"One of the bandits succeeded in driving the arrow almost clear through your leg. And on that subject, why didn't you tell be you got shot?" Percival asked, reprimanding.
"Never seemed like a good time, what with the whole "taken capture" business." Gwaine replied. Suddenly, the cell door swung open and Lot marched in. "You are to be moved to a cell conjoining with the one holding my other new prisoners. Percival, you shall be heading there right away. Riptide will take you" Lot announced, pointing to one of the guards. Percival made no move to leave. "What about Gwaine? What are you going to do to him?" he demanded.

"Gwaine will be taken to your new cell, don't worry, but first, he is going to provide a little entertainment for me in exchange for food and water to be provided to all 5 of you. Now, leave." With that a pair of guards grabbed Percival by the arms and dragged him off.
"Now, Gwaine. I also have a proposition for you. In return for fighting my men, I will not only provide sufficient food and water for 5 people, I will leave the big guy alone, Percival. Should you change your mind and refuse to fight, rations for my 3 money makers will be halved, and I will have my men beat Percival to death. On the likely event of your death, Percival shall take your place for a week before I sell him on the slave market. Should any attempted rescue take place, I will vent my anger on you Gwaine. Should any attempted escape take place, both you and Percival will pay. These rules are being told your friends as we speak. Now, come with me. It is time for your first "session"."

And with that, Lot exited the cell, and Gwaine followed. He was lead into what looked like a throne room. Only it was packed full of bandits circling a clear patch of floor. Gwaine was pushed into the centre and handed a pen knife. Gwaine glanced at his meagre weapon, raising his eyebrow. "This is all I get? What am I fighting, a bunny?" Gwaine complained.

"No. Not a bunny." Answered a deep and unfriendly voice from behind Gwaine.
Gwaine whirled around to face a giant of a man, armed with a large axe and a mace. Gwaine had only time to grimace before the human tank was upon him. He dodged left and then right, narrowly avoiding the sharp blade of the battle axe. He wasn't so lucky the 3rd time, and the axe cut through the flesh of his arm like it was butter, a hair width away from the bone.

Things just got worse as the mace hit Gwaine square in the chest, standing him flying into a wall. He slid down and landed on the hard floor with a thump, and just sat there winded until the first of the boots contacted with his leg. More and more boots kicked him as the bandits around the rouge knight showed him just how much they hated the knight of Camelot.

Eventually, Lot called them off and rescued the poor man, but he was unconscious and very battered. Gwaine was dragged to the new cell and thrown in, where he was caught before he hit the floor and set down gently.