Middle Earth discussion

((A section of the fortress for Drax, where he and his mistresses live.))

Drax dragged Anne into his room, using the chains on his wall to restrain her. His mistresses sat up, having been asleep. ((I need someone to make them.))

((coz ur a mod, you could always ask by sending out a group message to all the members.. If u want me to I can make one, but Su won't be up till around 2 days...))

Anne opened up her eyes, her mind snapping back into place, as well as her arrogance. She looked around the dark room. "charming room, you've got," she said, dry sarcasm colouring her voice.

((Su?))

"I know," Drax responded, electricity curling around his fingers. "Shall we?" he asked.

((aaah stupid iPad :) I meant she))

Anne tried to hide her fear as she saw the electricity appear. It was such a strange thing- yet so powerful. She didn't f
Inch, however, but whether the fear was visible in her eyes or not, she didn't know. "I'm not afraid," she hissed, coolness creeping into her voice.

"Liar," Drax whispered, letting a tiny amount shock her.

Anne let out a small cry as a sudden surge of energetic pain wased over her in the same manner than that of an ocean wave. A faint sweat broke out on her sides, and she bit her lip, glaring at Drax. It was so unfair. She was here, helpless, whilst he... "coward," she spat at his feet.

"I faced your dwarven friend quite bravely," Drax said, shocking her again. He grinned.

This time Anne srcreamed. The shock was worse, and her red hair made it seem like her head was on fire. Weakly she struggled against the bonds, knowing it was hopeless. She replied, "he was without the tiniest sliver of doubt a much braver warrior and fighter than you. You cheat." a small smile creeped on her face. "you use magic."

"I could've killed him just as easily with my hands. But watching him suffocate was so much more satisfying," Drax said, chuckling.

((so sorry, notifs arent working))

Anne narrowed her eyes. "He was a friend," she haid, feeling her vision cloud up with tears. Then she yelled, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO LOSE A FRIEND?!"

"I had a gerbil," Drax joked, shocking her a bit more.

"You're pathetic," she sneered, then let out another blood-curdling cry as he tortured her more. When she recovered from the shock, tears streaked her face and she was trembling uncontrollably.

"You know, most of the time, calling the man who holds your life in his hands isn't smart," Drax said, laughing.

She smiled sourly. "Maybe you're right, but I have a feeling that I as doomed to be trapped here forever. Besides, I have no-one out there. No friends, no family, no home, nothing. I might as well be dead." To be truthful she didn't wish to die.

"That's great, because then no one cam comfort you when I destroy the one thing you haven't ever had threatened. ((Wow. I cannot believe my charrie is about to... um... I'm disgusted with myself.))

((aww, dont be. Be disgusted with ur charrie. WHat's he gonna do? If you don't mind, can she live? She can be as clse to death as you want her to be, though.))

Anne narrowed her eyes, then rolled them and gave an exasperated sigh. "Stop talking nonsense. What is that thing you speak of?" She demanded. "I you dont tell me I might have to resort to only speaking in riddles."

((It's the r-action.))

Drax stepped closer to her, eyes gleaming with malice. "You should know soon enough," he said.

((oh, ok.))

Anne frowned, then, realizing what exactly he meant, her eyes widened with fear. She tried to scrabble backwards, but she couldn't break walls and her chains were restricting her movement. She squirmed until her wrists were sore and bleeding. "Get-away from me," she sputtered, lips quivering.

Drax laughed wickedly, eyes shining in the darkness. "They haven't broken you any other way," he said, reaching forward.

"Bas*ard!" She yelled, ant made a furious, and fruitless attempt to bite his hand away.

Drax laughed, and the sound of ripping cloth erupted through the fortress, soon followed by screams. ((Skip.))

((yup))

When Anne awoke, her head was spinning like a top. He limbs ached, and when she looked down she found herself not in shackles, but wrapped up in blankets, bare shoulders peeking out. She suffered from a bleeding lip, a cut on one cheek, and something told her that something significant had happened. She looked around, but all she saw was darkness.

Drax hadn't slept, but had looked down on her for a while, waiting for her reaction to having been... assaulted.

Realizing what had happened, Anne turned around and saw Drax's eyes malisciously gleaming in the dark. Keeping the sheets in place, she sat up, propping herself against the pillows. "You Bas*ard." she said, poison in her voice.

"Aw, that's painful. Tell me, are you still bleeding down there? Does it still hurt?" Drax asked, his voice like honey. Poisonous, deadly, honey.

Anne's lower lip trembled. She winced slightly as he mentioned it, but avoided the question. His tone as he spoke sent unwanted shivers down her spine. She glared at him. "Give me my clothes," she said flippantly.

"Your clothes are highly ineffective, my dear," Drax said, smiling. He loved torture. And screaming. And pleasure. He simply put them together.

Anne looked away from him and slid underneath the blankets, breathing heavily. She forced herself not to cry.

Drax waved his hand, the wind ruffling up the blankets, showing her. "Aw, it is bleeding. I'm sorry," he said, feigning care.

Anne pulled the blankets back over her body, this time keeping them there. "Shut up." She hissed. She looked away in shame. She was ashamed of herself.

"I may have clothes brought to you," Drax said, standing.

"Please and thank you." She replied. "And after that you can let me go and I shall be free to wander Middle Earth again." She scowled at him.

"Of course. And I'll take you back in time so you can stop me," Drax said laughing at her and striding towards the door.

Anne let out an irritated growl. "There's no need for snide side comments!" She yelled after him.

Drax locked the door behind him. As she probably expected, no clothes came.

"Are you kidding me?" She said. "Give me some clothes!"

((Yell at the empty room. That'll help.))

Drax was long gone.

((:D OK sorry for the late reply))

"DRAX!" She yelled. "GET BACK HERE!" No reply. "DRAX!" She screamed.

Drax had gone to his bedroom, which was not where Anne was. She was in a cell.

Madelaine trotted up on her horse. She kept her head down.

Drax was on top of a pillar, and watched someone walk into Mordor. He chuckled at the reference.

Madelaine looked up. She knew someone was watching her. "God, I hope no one's stalking me," she said looking up at the dark sky.

"You mean besides the giant flaming eye?" Drax asked, having floated down behind her. Drax The Destroyer had arrived.

Madelaine turned her horse around. She took out her sword. "What do you want?" she growled, narrowing her eyes.

"Tsk, Tsk," Drax sounded. "Aren't we touchy? You're in my domain, so what do YOU want?" he asked, looking her over.

"Oh nothing. Just to rescue my friend," she said. "If its no trouble," she said sarcastically. She smiled. "I'll just be going to get her."

"If you can guess a word, I'll tell you exactly where she is," Drax offered.

"Oh yeah? What?" she said.

"I'll give you a hint. Four letters," Drax said, grinning wickedly.