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P.S.: yeah this one is very gloomy. But thank you for still trying.
IV. where are my angels/where's my golden one/and where is my hope now that my heroes have gone?/Some are being beaten/some are being born/and some can't tell the difference anymore
The orcs had a camp, a small one without much shelter that they moved constantly. There was only one tent, and even before Azog pulled her off of the warg she knew it was his; she knew from the way the orcs watched him with awe and fear that he was their leader. Azog threw her into the tent and she landed face first on an animal hide.
He lowered himself to his knees, placing one on either side of her hips, and smiled as she started struggling. They did nothing for her, he placed a hand on her back and held her down as he began pulling up her dress. Her no's had been nothing to him, but he stilled when he heard her strangled scream. He was already hard, needing to have her, but he didn't like the sound of her cries – they were loud and broken and they made her entire body shake with each sob. Every instinct in him told him to take her anyways, tears and screams had never matter before – he enjoyed them – but there was one instinct that remembered her small hands on his leg and her gentle words.
He stared down at her seeing her shoulders shake, breathing heavily as he grew angrier. He wanted her, with her small hands and kind voice and pretty face – he wanted her. And he couldn't force her, because she'd healed him and fed him. And he hated her for it, for having something to hold over him – it gave her power, one she had no idea she had. She flinched and curled up as much as she could when he roared over her, slamming his hands on the ground beside her head. And then he was gone, leaving her curled in a ball with her dressed pulled up and painful sobs wracking through her.
Azog had such a dark look on his already terrifying face that when he looked at an orc who had taken a woman he immediately gave her to Azog. The woman screamed as Azog took her like a bitch, and he enjoyed the sound, it spurred him on.
She could hear the woman screaming, could hear a deep guttural growl that she knew was his. Guilt burned through her, he didn't rape her so he was hurting another. She didn't know what to do, he was hurting someone else because she had refused – and she couldn't even feel relief at being spared that pain, not when she had given it to some other poor girl.
She had stopped weeping when he returned, but tears still fell silently every now and again. His eyes were dark and heavy as he glared at her, seeing she was sitting with her knees held to her chest.
"Go to sleep," he ordered, his voice a menacing growl. He snarled when she did nothing, not understanding him, and he pushed her to the ground.
She lost her breath from how hard he'd shoved her, and she laid curled on her side with her knees still held to her chest unmoving. He cast a last dark look at her before laying down with his back to her, wanting nothing more than to hurt her for daring to refuse him. A few times he had gotten it in his head to give her to the other orcs, they would do with her what they will; and a pretty young woman like herself they would all want her. But he would turn to her and see her dark blue eyes watching him, and he'd roll away from her more angry than before – because he knew he wouldn't give her away, she was his.
He knew the moment he looked at her after he woke she hadn't slept, and he all but had to put food in her mouth himself to get her to eat. He didn't know what to do with her, so he left her in the tent; he wasn't surprised to find her still there when he came back that night, she was too smart to think she could escape. He tried to lay with her again, attempting gentleness though his hands were much too strong and she was much too small so that when he pushed her to the ground he knocked the breath out of her again.
He charged out of the tent, his eyes blazing and a snarl on his mouth, and he grabbed the first woman he saw and fucked her til she bled. And even then he was not satisfied, if anything when he returned to the tent he was more enraged than when he'd left.
"How dare you refuse me," he bellowed at her. "I saved you, we are even. You're mine, do you understand that?"
She stared at him with wide eyes, her breathing coming in short pants and her body shaking as he yelled at her. She didn't know what he was saying, only that he was angry – his eyes were murderous as they glared at her. He threw her to the ground and climbed on top of her, stilling her wiggling body with his own as he sat on her waist. She tried to push his arms away when he reached for the front of her dress, but her strength was nothing compared to his. He pulled her dress down, tearing the back of it slightly, to reveal her breasts; she tried to get his hands off her, rough hands that squeezed too hard for her sensitive skin.
"Please," she begged, stilling him.
He looked down at her knowing that word, seeing from the way she clenched her jaw she was trying not to cry. "Please," she said softly again. He stared down hard at her, his hands still on her breasts, and then he stood and left her there as tears slipped into her hair.
He did not come back until the next night. She confused him and frustrated him; something churned in his stomach when he saw her cry, when he heard her choked voice as she begged him no. He didn't understand, no other woman's begging effected him – if anything it made his dick hard. So he did not know why hers made him uncomfortable, why he couldn't find the pleasure in hearing her pleads or her screams.
And so when he tried to take her again and she said please, asking him to stop, he did; and she had never seen him more livid than he was then. She didn't have time to even gasp before he grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the tent. She looked around her at the orcs who were gazing her longingly, she had staid out of their sight for three days and forgotten how horrifying they were, and they had forgotten how lovely she was.
"Who speaks her tongue!" he yelled to them all, scaring her with the intensity in his loud voice. He waited until an orc stepped forward saying he did. "Ask her why she refuses," he ordered, holding her arm tight in his large hand.
She looked at the orc in shock when she realized he had spoken Westron. She looked up at the pale orc seeing him waiting impatiently and she turned back to the smaller orc. "I," she stuttered looking around her at all the orcs watching her. "I've never been with a man."
The orcs laughed when that was translated, wanting her all the more now. A low growl from Azog and they all fell silent. "You don't have a choice," he told her darkly.
The orc translated for her, "he said," the orc added with a kinder voice after Azog turned dark eyes on him.
She looked up at the pale orc not know what she was supposed to say, what she could say. She knew he would not take kindly to her saying she did not want to lie with him, saying that might even get her killed. What she did not know is why he hadn't forced himself on her yet, why he left when she said no or when she cried; but she didn't dare ask him. Instead she looked up at his angry eyes and shook her head.
He turned fully to her, crouching to get in her face as he yelled. She did not understand his words but she knew from the fire in his eyes they were a threat, and she flinched every time he moved thinking he would strike her. Excitement swarmed through the orcs at something he said, and she turned to the orc to translate after he'd finished.
The orc looked at her without pity, a gleam in his eye as he gave her Azog's cruel words. "He said you have no choice, if he wants to fuck you then you get down on your knees and let him." She looked at the orc with wide horrified eyes as he continued. "And then when he's through with you he'll throw you to us so we can all have a turn fucking you."
Azog did not smile, or sneer, when she looked up at him; he stared down at her with hard eyes. There were tears in her eyes, those he expected, but he did not expect to see the hurt. Her voice was small and broken and he did not understand the few words she spoke. He turned with furrowed brows to the orc.
"You would let them hurt me? She said," the orc translated, showing his own startled confusion at her words.
Azog turned back to her surprised, to see her chin quivering. So shocked was he at learning she had been trusting him to keep her safe from the others, that she pulled her arm from his grasp and went back to the tent. He did not know what the burning feeling in him was as he watched her go, as he remembered her pained voice and her hurt eyes – he did not know he felt ashamed. It only grew when he entered the tent to find her on her side and her shoulders shaking.
She had foolishly allowed herself the thought that he would not let the others hurt her, had told herself she could survive if it was only him who touched her. But she didn't know how to survive now, she didn't know how she was supposed to keep living.
She flinched when he touched her arm, and he was left with that burning feeling making him sick. "No," he told her.
It took her a moment before she realized what he said, and she turned to him baffled. He looked at her red eyes and the tears on her face. "No," he said again before turning away from her.
She stared at him long after he fell asleep, her tears having ceased, and instead surprise filled their place – and a small piece of hope bloomed that she may survive this yet, though she tried to crush it. She understood what he'd meant; he wouldn't let them hurt her.
the song is Amen by Jewel.
So I'm not entirely sure how well I'm doing Azog. I'm trying to keep him as rough as he's supposed to be, but that he's having a problem just raping her cause she saved him. And I'm also trying to show he's not at all happy that she has that over him, he can't stand it - and he can't stand how confused he is about why he can't just rape her. So I'm thinking I'm gonna change it to M next chapter, since he is almost raping her and the language has gotten pretty bad - and I'm getting close to actual sexual things. So look for the new chapter under a M rating. Thank you very much for reading.