A/N: I am back, almost a week later! I am very very busy lately and my Internet keeps going out :( so I try to update for you guys :D thanks for the follows, reviews and favs again!
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So in this chapter I try to get through all the physical torture because in this story I wanna focus on emotional torture more so than physical torture :)
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Kili felt his heart beating faster. Whip? He thrashed around frantically; he needed to get out of there! Then, he snorted. If he got out, he would only meet more goblins that would bring him back and punish him further. If he did not get caught, he would go to his uncle and... And his uncle did not even want him. There was nothing better for him at the moment anyway.

He stopped struggling and gave in to the grip of the goblins. After they shuffled around a bit, they brought forth the whip and started snickering in their annoying voices. Kili closed his eyes and his muscles involuntarily tensed, readying for the blow. The goblin king began to laugh when he saw Kili close his eyes in what he felt was defeat.

"Begin!"

The whip came slashing down on his skin, stinging him and making him wince from the pain. He bit his lip to keep himself from crying out, but whimpers came out nonetheless. The goblins kept whipping him, laughing louder every time Kili let out a louder groan. He started to feel cold blood leaking down, burning in the wounds that were forming quickly all over his back. It was becoming red, full of cuts and slashes. The goblins did not leave a single spot of skin safe from the whip.

Kili gripped Fili's shirt tighter, breathing faster. Fili looked down at him, raising an eyebrow with worry. Kili was not okay, but he refused to speak up whatsoever. He wrapped his arm around Kili, rubbing his arms gently.

Thorin made his way quietly over to them, and sat down on the wooden log opposing Fili. He attempted a smile when Fili looked at him, but Fili didn't smile back. Instead, he only frowned more. "Something is really bothering him." He told his uncle.'"I have a feeling it is more than just pain."

"We do not know what he experienced in there." Responded Thorin quietly. "Whatever had happened will be haunting his thoughts for a while. We need to give him time."

Fili nodded. He sighed and lowered Kili's hood once more. "Uncle..." he muttered, looking sadly at his hair. Thorin gasped softly and made his way over to them, looking closely at his nephew's cut hair.

"No..." His jaw clenched in anger and worry. "Kili has been so proud of his hair... He has just become old enough to grow it so..." He cursed and rubbed his temples. "Oin must have noticed while looking to his back wounds, but did not tell us. This alone will trouble Kili for a long time."

"I know..." Fili squeezed his brother's shoulder gently again and covered his head with the hood.

The goblin king laughed yet again. "I hope you enjoyed that, dwarfling." He told Kili. "Not everyone gets a chance to be whipped by us, you know. You are special. Now, if you do not beg for me to stop anytime soon, I will gladly continue looking after your body and treating it with injuries." Offered the king sarcastically.

Kili opened his mouth to answer, but blood bubbled and dripped from between his lips. He coughed, spitting out violently. "Never."

"Well then," The goblin king walked over to him. He held Kili's hand. "You have a fairly beautiful hand. Nicely shaped, not too thin, not too fat, some muscle. Very young, though. You know what I heard? I heard dwarfling limbs were very easy to break. Is that true?" He asked, faking an innocent tone.

"No." Kili answered curtly. Dwarves were not weak! And he certainly was not a dwarfling. He glared the goblin holding his hand. Without warning, the goblin king twisted his hand and Kili cried out in pain, his scream echoing in the caves. Along with the twist came an awful sound of cracking, breaking. Kili's eyes blurred as the pain started to become unbearable. With the burning and the stinging in his back, as well as the pulling in his face, the break in his wrists caused him to erupt in tears. He sniffed, trying to stand straight and look strong.

"You said no?" Asked the goblin king. He chuckled and moved his hand further down Kili's body, to his stomach, and then his thighs. "A very defined body you have, yes indeed. I wonder who enjoys it."

Kili shuddered at his touch, closing his eyes against the tears that made their way down his cheeks. The goblin motioned for one of his followers to bring him the knife again. Since Kili's pants were loose, he didn't have trouble pushing them to expose his thighs. He brought the knife to Kili's thigh and cut into it carefully, leaving a mark. A defined mark-his signature, it seemed.

The goblin king stood up afterwards, covering Kili's legs again. "This way, you will never forget me. And neither will whoever enjoys seeing your naked body. Thorin, perhaps? Or is it Fili? Either way, you will always remember this. And you will remember who stopped you from archery."

Kili looked at him in fear. He planned on yet more?

"Keep him tied up, and feel free to practice your new weapons on him until I get my next weapon prepared. We're almost finished with him. Almost. For today, at least." The goblin king told his goblins, who nodded eagerly and grinned evilly at Kili. The king walked away, beyond Kili's sight. Kili felt himself getting tugged around, getting held by some goblins and gripped by others.

The breath was stolen from him when a goblin grabbed a wooden bat and hit him right in the ribs with it. Kili let out a pained moan and struggled to breathe. Before he could catch another breath, the goblin smacked his ribs again and again, getting cheered on by his fellow mates.

Kili's vision was beginning to blur, and his head began to spin. He was almost unaware of his surroundings now, only feeling the sharp blows at his ribs and the wounds stinging around his body. He did not even have the energy to scream anymore.

"Leave him! I want him awake and conscious when I do this! Leave him immediately!" Kili heard the goblin king call out. His voice sounded very distant, and Kili struggled to open his eyes. When he did, everything in front of him was unclear and his head ached. He could not even breathe.
However, he could see the flame coming toward him.

He squinted, trying to see exactly what was coming, but his eyes could not focus. The goblin king spoke, his words and sarcasm unclear to Kili's hazy mind. Suddenly, Kili felt an unusual pain at his arm, and he screamed out in pain, his scream echoing in his own mind and almost deafening. He had never experienced anything like this before. It wasn't like the sting of the whip, or the the blade of the knife. He sobbed, unable to stop himself. "Stop, please... Please!"

He could not even hear the response of the goblin. He only kept screaming out, begging for the goblin to stop, unsure of whether the goblin actually stopped or not.

"Stop! Please! Please!" Kili yelled, thrashing around frantically. Fili startled, hurrying to hold him and to try and quiet him down. Kili, however, kept screaming. Some dwarves even awoke to him. "Stop!" He sobbed. "Make it stop!"

Thorin rushed to their side, holding Kili down much faster since he was string in build than Fili. However, when he held Kili, it only made Kili struggle more and yell louder.

"Kili!" He shook his shoulders. "Kili, wake up, it is us!"

Fili exhaled slowly. "Uncle, wait, you are only stressing him out more." He told his uncle, trying to keep calm. Thorin stopped shaking Kili. "Kili, listen to me. No one is hurting you. It's just a toy." He told Kili softly, just like he used to tell him back when Kili had nightmares because of his Orc toys. "And they're gone. No one is hurting you, you're safe here. Open your eyes, you will believe me."

Kili's breathing slowed down a bit, and he stopped yelling. Instead, his voice turned to soft, low, pained whispers. "Stop..."

"It stopped. It stopped, I promise." Soothed Fili. "Just wake up."

Kili opened his eyes. He sat up swiftly, looking around and breathing fast again. His eyes were wide and hands were going from clutching Kili to gripping the tree log they were on. He flinched from the pain from the movement and looked at Fili, recognizing his brother again. "Fili." He called out in a hoarse voice. "They're gone..."

Fili nodded. "Yes, they're gone. They won't hurt you again." Fili promised, hoping he would fulfill his promise till the last day of his life. "What happened? What did you dream?"

"I...I didn't dream." Muttered Kili, eyes blurring with tears. "Memories..."
"What did they do to you?" Asked Thorin in a gentle voice. Kili didn't look at him but his muscles visibly tensed at the question. He moved slowly, trying to reach to the bottom of his pants. However, with broken ribs, a broken wrist, a burnt arm and a whipped back, he could not move an inch. Instead, he let out a low howl of pain.

Fili looked at him questioningly. "What are you trying to do?"

"My thigh," said Kili, biting his lip in pain. Fili raised an eyebrow at his uncle. Oin had not not mentioned that Kili was injured in his legs. He reached to the hem of Kili's pants. Kili nodded, and Fili brought it up slowly. "I hope it's not real." Kili mumbled.

However, when the mark cut into Kili's flesh showed, Kili gasped and couldn't contain the tears. Thorin's eyes widened and he gripped Kili's shoulder again."What is this?"

"A mark..." Kili answered. "So I remember it all. Forever." He sniffed and looked to Fili. "I want to forget it all. Please?"

"Give it time, Kili, and you will." Thorin told him.

"I was hoping he would finish me off." Kili replied. "I was already of a burden to you, and all you really wanted was for me to die. I know you wish the goblin killed me. I know you wish I was saved. I only became a bigger burden. I'm not strong. You were right."

Thorin exhaled. "No one told me what it was I had told you. Can you clarify to me? Please?" Kili was already explaining some things, but he was not making it too clear yet. Kili shook his head slowly and leaned against his brother again.

"I don't want to sleep." He told Fili, ignoring his uncle's request. Perhaps he would tell his uncle everything, but maybe later. Maybe when he was feeling better and not on the verge of tears after every word he said or heard. "I don't want nightmares."

Kili was awfully aware of how much of a child he sounded. He tried to push himself off of his brother' chest, but when Fili kept a hold on him Kili spoke up again. "I do not want to burden you again, Fili. You don't need to deal with me being childish even when I have grown." He whispered.

"Nonsense, Kili." Fili hissed. "I am your brother, I-"

"No... Uncle was right. I thought of everything he said. It's all true. I can sleep somewhere tonight, and you should go drink and eat and relax."

"Kili-"

"Fili, please. Go see to yourself, I'll get Dwalin or Bofur to help me into a tent." Kili insisted, feeling his Uncle's intense stare on him.

"Thorin!"

Thorin looked to their guard for the night, Gloin. "Gloin?"

Gloin was shaking. "I think-I think it's orcs."

Im not sure about it x/ how did you guys like it? Was it too cliché near the end?