Game of Thrones: Loves Many Trials
Chapter 34 of my Game of Thrones story, sadly, the nightmare isn't over yet, things continue to slip downhill.
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Chapter 34
Lancel and Marina were sitting on a bench in the school's gardens, enjoying the weather. Although it was evening, the school was still open for the drama club and while not part of it, Lancel and Marina had chosen to sit on that bench, just to relax.
Marina enjoyed the place, its peacefulness reminding her of one of the many parks of her hometown, one she enjoyed going to, sitting on a bench on a hill, the museum on her left, looking above the small lake and facing the canal, a notebook and a pen, letting Nature invade her mind, preparing it for a creative muse.
She adored writing, wrote a lot, and to know Lancel enjoyed her work and actually made him start writing too was the most beautiful compliment she had received on her humble work. Everything was perfect in every way.
Until a familiar voice broke the charm.
"Piggy looks decent today, at least."
Marina didn't even bother replying, although she briefly glanced down at her black trousers and light pink sweater, as well as her camel boots.
"If I can give my cousin one thing, it's that he has a good sense of fashion, luckily it has rubbed on you."
She remained silent; although mentally admitted Lancel did look good; wearing a blue jacket that he left open, with a black t-shirt underneath it, grey trousers and black shoes.
"Ah, the silent treatment I see. You know, Piggy, I came to realize something. You're a tough cookie. Insulting you, you're clearly over it by now, after years of people treating like you should be." He continued. "Attacking you, well, we know how it worked. No, you clearly are a person who endures, who takes it, mopes alone in her corner and puts on a good face after a few hours, for the sake of it."
For once, Marina silently admitted he had gotten her right.
"What do you want, Joffrey?" Lancel asked, irritated.
"Oh, I'm coming to it, Lany."
He snapped his fingers and soon, two muscular men took Marina, forcing her on her feet, locking her arms. Lancel immediately stood up.
"What are you doing?!"
"You see, attacking her directly, she's used to it. But she has one weakness though. There is one way to get to her. And I want her to see. I want her to see everything. Look, Piggy. You brought this on yourself."
Lancel tried to grab him by the shoulder, growling to release her immediately, that he had lost his mind. In the blink of an eye, Joffrey drew Lancel closer and stabbed him right in the chest with one of his father's daggers.
Lancel froze in shock, only hearing Marina's scream of horror, muffled by one of the goon's hand.
"LNCL!" Marina screamed
Joffrey took the dagger out, but not before twisting it. He had a devil's smile as he saw the girl's face drowned in tears, a look of devastation painted all over it.
Marina watched as the blade came out of Lancel's chest, his blood on the blade. It couldn't be real, it could not possibly be real, it was a nightmare, not reality, it couldn't be reality, she refused it to be real.
"Lncl! Lt m g! Lt m g! Lncl!"
She couldn't take away her eyes from him, his body falling on the ground with sounds of pain. To her, it lasted an eternity. She was fretting, trying to set herself free, biting her attackers in the process.
"Ow, bitch bit my hand!" The man yelled.
"NO, LANCEL! LET ME GO, LEAVE HIM ALONE!" She cried out.
"Even crying she sounds like a pig." He said as she continued screaming for help
He ripped a part of Lancel's shirt, tainted by his blood, walked to her and shoved it roughly into her mouth, nearly choking her, strangling her words mid-sentence.
"Stop, Sto-MRUGH! Lt m g!"
"I doubt you sucked his dick, so here's how he tastes before he dies. Aren't I generous, Piggy?"
She didn't know how, but she managed to glare at him, incensed by him making such a sexual comment at a time like this, he just laughed.
"U bstd!"
Struggling some more she finally succeeded in spitting the piece of clothing from her mouth and managed to break free at last after she stepped on their feet.
She rushed to Lancel. His eyes were still opened but they seemed to have troubles focusing on everything. Every breath he took had a terrible sound and he was starting to cough blood.
His blood, so much blood, everywhere… She took him in her arms, holding him close, trying to prevent the bleeding by pressing his body against hers, not caring about her clothes. She wanted him to be warm.
She could feel his hand trying to grab her arm, as if he was trying to ease her. She could feel him shivering.
"Don't fall asleep, okay? Don't…"
Joffrey watched in delight as he realized his theory was right. Marina's weakness was Lancel, her love for him. How she could love such a pathetic guy, he didn't know. But again, two weaklings together, it made sense, too bad Lancel was tarnishing the Lannister name with his poor taste in women.
Piggy was in tears, likely to move away as soon as Lancel would be buried or cremated and Lancel, well he had stopped being amusing anyway, under the influence of that French slut.
How ridiculous she looked, holding a dying man, ruining her outfit, trying to talk to him to keep him awake, to avoid what would occur anyway.
"Stab him again." He ordered
His friends approached, Marina held Lancel tighter, presenting her back, shielding him, eyes closed. If they were going to die, at least, they'd die together, she thought. She expected pain. It never came. Instead, apart from Lancel's painful breathing, she heard screams.
"Release me! I command you! Release me! I have every right! I am Joffrey Baratheon!"
The school's security was here. How, she didn't know. She hadn't screamed long enough to draw attention. They had seized Joffrey and his men.
"You're going to be okay." She whispered to Lancel, hoping he was still able to listen. "You're going to be okay. You're going to the hospital and they'll patch you up."
She tried to sound hopeful, like she always did.
She imagined for a brief moment a world without Lancel and it scared her. She knew she'd make it, somehow, but it was the most frightening thing she had ever pictured in her head. She kept repeating him she loved him, afraid he didn't know, afraid she hadn't said it enough, as if those three words were a magical spell that would save him.
She had the hardest time letting him go.
On the road to the hospital, numbed, not caring about the outside world, her eyes remained on Lancel's unconscious face, her hand never letting go of his.
Sansa struggled desperately, trying to get free, but the men holding her were too strong. She had no idea where she was. When she regained consciousness she had found herself trapped, her wrists had been tied behind her back while tape covered her mouth.
She had also been blindfolded, that was, until she was picked up and dragged away from wherever she had been lying, helpless. Now able to see, all she could see was she was in some sort of building, she couldn't make out any of the features that would help identify, it seemed bland.
She tried to scream through the tape but it left her effectively gagged. Her terror only grew when, to her horror, once in a simple room, the men pulled knives.
"Don't struggle bitch, or this will hurt...a lot." One growled.
She whimpered before panicking again as they began pulling off and cutting away her clothes. She whimpered again as they laughed, all that covered her now was her white panties with pink edging.
Through the laughter one of the men spoke. "Aww how cute...But damn you're a fine bitch."
She did not dignify that with a reply, even as they finally tied her legs. But she couldn't help herself, she screamed in terror through her gag as they began groping her, playing with her breasts.
"Alright, that's enough boys." Another of her captors said. "Remember, we don't get paid if we give Joffrey damaged goods."
Sansa shrieked into her gag hearing that. But they ignored her and simply left, shutting her in the room. She was trapped, terrified and worse, she now knew Joffrey was involved.
End of chapter, Sansa's terror continues, Meera's been left on a cliffhanger, and now Lancel and Marina have suffered too, what could come next, we'll just have to wait and see. Read and review please.