Chapter 6
Arthur held his breath and stared straight into Lancelot's eyes, his throat was dry. His blue eyes were surrounded by red from fatigue and stress. "You.. you're working for them… them...as in the bandits?" the blond prince wanted to throw his fist into the other's jaw, but he instead bit his cheeks.
"Yes, I work for the bandits." Lancelot sighed, he lowered his eyes and lifted his left hand and rubbed the back of his head.
Arthur's face grew red; he was angry. "Explain," He demanded his voice was calm and deep, but his heart was thumping uncontrollably and painfully.
Lancelot looked up and searched for the right words, he then opened his mouth. But before he could form any words a bloody scream attacked their ears.
The prince's eyes grew with fear and the name of his manservant escaped his mouth.
o.o.o.o.o
Merlin had his head down, blood was dripping from his forehead and eyes; his shirt was taken off and his chest was covered in bruises and cuts. The manservant lifted his head, his eyes were blurry and bloodshot red. Pain was everywhere, from the daggers in his feet to the dislocated shoulders from being pulled up by them.
"So Merlin-"
"Don't you dare say my name like that." He spat, his voice was hoarse, small, and filled with attitude. That's how Arthur says it… he thought. Then he zoned out. Will he live? Will he be able to bicker with the prince once more?
"Attitude. Merlin." he taunted, "Well… I'm finished collected your magic, for now of course, but I need you to tell me something…"
"Information?" Merlin questioned.
"Well aren't you smart." Grant smiled and placed an iron bar in the furnace. "You would have been with that brat when the kings of idiot kingdoms met for a treaty."
"Haha, unlucky for you, I wasn't invited."
Grant's smirk fell. He took the iron out of the fire and held it up. It was white, orange, and red. "Don't lie to me, you suck at lying." He then put it right in front of the boy's face.
Merlin flinched back, it was hot.
"Tell me or else you will feel the pain of a thousand men."
The dragonlord stood tall and glared at the sorcerer.
"Okay." Grant said. He then placed the iron back into the furnace, then he reached for a book. His black hair flew upward, he whispered a spell and had fire in his eyes. "Like I said, pain of a thousand men." What Grant meant by that was that Merlin's sensitivity will be a thousand folds intensified, as if taking pain from a thousand men and shoving it in one body.
He then took the iron and touched the sensitive, raw skin of Merlin's left side.
The pain was unbearable, He shrieked and involuntarily cried like an animal.
"LIKE I SAID MERLIN, TELL ME OF THE MEETING," Grant yelled over the boy's scream. He held Merlin's right side and pressed the iron harder, Merlin squirmed and tried to escape the hot iron.
"I DON'T KNOW!" He yelled. Grant let go of Merlin and released the iron. The boy panted lightly, it was hard to breath.
"I guess I will have to take Arthur and question him." Grant turned his back on Merlin.
"If you touch Arthur, I will bite my tongue." Threatened the warlock.
"You're bluffing, you dont want to die."
"No, YOU don't your source of magic to die." Merlin slurred. His vision worsened and lost his strength.
Grant frowned. Then with a flick of his finger he released the ropes that held up Merlin. There was a strong yelp and a thud. Merlin collapsed. Grant shook his head and took out the daggers in his feet, shoved his arms into place and closed part of his wounds up. "Merlin, you are right… I still need you… here's the deal, if you become mine fully, then I won't need Arthur and I will release him,"
Merlin's eyes were unfocused, Grant bent his knees and placed a hand on Merlin's chin.
"What do you say? I will treat you well, become my manservant and I will never hurt you again. I will treat you better than that incompetent prince."
The dragonlord spat blood into Grant's face, "Never."
"you will change your mind soon." Grant taunted.
o.o.o.o.o
Later that evening, Merlin was thrown into his cell covered in blood and burn marks. Grant decided to taunt Arthur by showing off his masterpiece - an almost dead manservant. Merlin was unconscious; his wounds were healed, but the blood remained and the burns were still there.
"MERLIN!" Arthur ran closer to his manservant. "Oh god, what did that bastard do to you?" He was afraid to touch his manservant for he looked as if he could break and turn to dust.
"Like I said Arthur… leave this place or else Merlin will die… please… let Merlin be Grant's slave, if he is then Grant will not touch a single hair on Merlin." Lancelot pleaded.
"You bastard Lancelot…" Arthur. "I thought you were noble… I guess the week you were training with me was all a lie."
Lancelot closed his eyes.
"A-Arthur…" the voice was very small and ragged.
The prince quickly turned his face back to see the speaker.
"Arthur… please leave… please…" Merlin's eyes were half open. PLEASE! THEY WILL KILL YOU. JUST LEAVE ME HERE… THEY WILL… will… execute you… Merlin yelled in his mind.
"What do you mean Merlin?"
"I don't want to see your face. I hate you. You cause me pain… ever since I met you… I have been waiting for the moment to… to leave you." Merlin's eyes watered up. "I… I'd rather be w-with Grant."
Arthur straightened his back, his eyes filled with pain.
"Go…"
"no…" Arthur quietly mumbled.
"Leave…"
"no…no…"
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