Title: War that hell fears(Name is going to change) Rating(M, Ma): M ((Violence, possible sex scenes, swearing, drug use.)) Word count: 1333(So far.) Summary: This is an rp I'm in. The majority of the characters are mine. I've got that many charries in all of my rp-s. I've changed the plot line slightly. Well a lot. It actually has nothing to do with the rp. Exept for the characters and their relationships... Hehe. Anyway. Please enjoy
Chapter 1
“Argh!” The agonised cry escaped my dry cracked lips before I could stop it. Pain smashed my body into a million fragments as a hot knife sliced through my tender skin. The soft flesh yielded before its razor sharp edge and crimson blood spilt from the fresh wound slashed across my chest. My formerly smooth skin, scarred horribly and from at least five older cuts pus seeped out. They had kept me here for about three months now, three months of barely enough scraps to keep me alive. Three months of having only small sips out a dirty water container. Three months that every day, for at least five hours a man would carve up my skin. It was always the same three questions. “Where is he? What are his plans? Will you lead us to him?” My answer was always the same. Stark silence, filled with nothing but hatred. Occasionally I’d spit in his eye... That was fun, but the torture was especially bad afterwards. That was why I was here. Through me, they thought they could get to Alec. Alec. Alec, the lover, I am not allowed to have; no matter how much we both want it. Alec, the head of an organisation that could be these guys downfall. They wanted to kill him; and I would never let that happen. I would and probably will, give my life for him. My torturous time here is not just for information. It’s also a trap for him. They thought that he would come and save me, seeing as they knew about our problematic relationship. Though how they found out, don’t ask me. We had been keeping whatever fleeting moments where we gave in, well under wraps. As much as I knew that it was a trap for him, and I didn’t want him to come. I couldn’t help but keep glancing over at the large metal doors of the deserted warehouse, hoping that I would see his familiar shock of light brown hair and his lean, muscular body charge through them and slay my capturers. The fact that he didn’t made me think twice about our relationship. What if he was just using me? What if...? What if I meant nothing to him? Just another random soldier, just another expendable; even if one of his best. But when those thoughts pop up I shove them away, not willing to believe it. “You even feeling any of this today?” The man snaps me out of my reverie. He was now cutting into the side of my torso, a place where he really like to cut. I glare. “No. You seem to do the same things over and over again. Why don’t you get something new!?” A corner of my mouth twists up in a smirk. One that I have to force to stay as he twists the knife deeper. He lets out a low growl. “You want something new?” His eyes darken with something other than hatred. Lust. I’d seen it in many of the men’s faces. Being completely naked, tied down, and legs spread on a table, was NOT a good look for an ok looking girl in a group of horny guys who had probably been without sex for months. “Pity, I'm not allowed, you would be nice to pound.” An evil grin lights his features. If he wasn’t pulling that stupid face, or if he wasn’t slicing me up; I would’ve thought he was hot. He had long, shaggy, brown hair, dark brown eyes, sharp facial features and a muscular body. “You know... If I wasn’t tied down I would smash your head in right now.” I grin at him. A brief flash of fear lights his eyes but he looks as the rope bindings around my wrists and ankles and smiles, “Well you are tied down. So you can’t do shit to me.” I shrug. “If I break out though...” A sadistic light sparks in my eyes and I swear he stepped back a bit. Even though he was the one with the knife. “You won’t break out. There are more people here than you could take by yourself, in this weakened state.” He snarls. Laughing, I look him straight in the eye. “That’s why I’d go for you first.” He gulps then remembers the situation. I wasn’t going to break out. Not easily anyway. And not while he was anywhere near me. He stands up tall again. “Whatever you want to believe little missy.” He smirks. “Back to carving.” I sigh. “Same old, same old.” That’s when he shakes his head. “No. I’ve got something special planned now. Most people use the rack for torture, but our company prefers the custom method.” He holds up the knife. “This is the final step before killing them. This, Lyeta, is the last resort.” He says my name and a shiver goes through me. “I hate you.” I mutter and get ready for whatever he was dishing up to me this time. But I wasn’t prepared for him sticking the knife into an old infected wound and twisting. A scream is torn from my throat and red hot pain lashes through me. He pulls away. “Where is he?” I glare at him. Not opening my mouth, unable to trust it not to blurt out the answer. He does it again. The knife now stained with not just blood, but bright green pus. I am able to hold back the scream this time, but not the whimper. Another sharp shot of pain lances through my body. “What are his plans?” I again, answer with a glare. I didn’t have any liquid in my mouth to spit at him. He grins. Then does it again to an even more infected wound. Digging deeper than before, twisting more. I scream, high and blood curdling. Pain fills my whole body, my whole mind. I was, pain. “Will you lead us to him.” I no longer glare. I just focus all my energy on keeping my mouth shut. I knew if he did another one of them I would scream the information out. I steel myself as an idea comes into my mind. “Had enough yet?”He pauses for dramatic effect. “No? Okay then.” He aims for one near my heart. Perfect. This time, as he thrusts the knife down, I move upwards and to the right a bit. His knife comes straight towards my heart for a killing blow. I hear a whiz above my head and an arrow slams into his arm. He jumps away, the knife clattering uselessly to the floor. I crane my head back frantically. “LYETA!” A desperate cry from behind me. NIKOLAI! “I'm ok!” I yell back, then feel another pair of strong masculine hands begin to untie the ropes that bound me. I look up to see Alec. He was staring at me, as if I wasn’t real. As if I was just a ghost. As soon as he untied my hands I sprung up and hugged him to me. “Lee.” He barely muttered the word but it held so many emotions; love, anguish, pain, longing, relief. “Shut up.” I smile softly and just take in his scent. His arms wrap around me tightly, making me wince. He pulls away. “Sorry.” I shrug. “Don’t worry, went through worse.” My eyes dart over his shoulder. They widen with shock. I quickly draw one of the daggers from his belt and chuck it at my torturer who was raising his sword to strike at Alec. The dagger hits him directly in between the eyes. He makes a small grunt and falls backwards, by now Alec had his broad sword out and was facing the guy, astonished. “Umm...” He says speechless. “Saved your arse.” I laugh and the world spins. Behind me I hear the sound of heavy fighting. I go to turn to it then tip over; my face smacking the metal table hard. I let out a short grunt then blackout.
Rating(M, Ma): M ((Violence, possible sex scenes, swearing, drug use.))
Word count: 1333(So far.)
Summary: This is an rp I'm in. The majority of the characters are mine. I've got that many charries in all of my rp-s. I've changed the plot line slightly. Well a lot. It actually has nothing to do with the rp. Exept for the characters and their relationships... Hehe. Anyway. Please enjoy
Chapter 1
“Argh!” The agonised cry escaped my dry cracked lips before I could stop it. Pain smashed my body into a million fragments as a hot knife sliced through my tender skin. The soft flesh yielded before its razor sharp edge and crimson blood spilt from the fresh wound slashed across my chest. My formerly smooth skin, scarred horribly and from at least five older cuts pus seeped out.
They had kept me here for about three months now, three months of barely enough scraps to keep me alive. Three months of having only small sips out a dirty water container. Three months that every day, for at least five hours a man would carve up my skin. It was always the same three questions. “Where is he? What are his plans? Will you lead us to him?” My answer was always the same. Stark silence, filled with nothing but hatred. Occasionally I’d spit in his eye... That was fun, but the torture was especially bad afterwards. That was why I was here. Through me, they thought they could get to Alec. Alec. Alec, the lover, I am not allowed to have; no matter how much we both want it. Alec, the head of an organisation that could be these guys downfall. They wanted to kill him; and I would never let that happen. I would and probably will, give my life for him. My torturous time here is not just for information. It’s also a trap for him. They thought that he would come and save me, seeing as they knew about our problematic relationship. Though how they found out, don’t ask me. We had been keeping whatever fleeting moments where we gave in, well under wraps. As much as I knew that it was a trap for him, and I didn’t want him to come. I couldn’t help but keep glancing over at the large metal doors of the deserted warehouse, hoping that I would see his familiar shock of light brown hair and his lean, muscular body charge through them and slay my capturers. The fact that he didn’t made me think twice about our relationship. What if he was just using me? What if...? What if I meant nothing to him? Just another random soldier, just another expendable; even if one of his best. But when those thoughts pop up I shove them away, not willing to believe it.
“You even feeling any of this today?” The man snaps me out of my reverie. He was now cutting into the side of my torso, a place where he really like to cut.
I glare. “No. You seem to do the same things over and over again. Why don’t you get something new!?” A corner of my mouth twists up in a smirk. One that I have to force to stay as he twists the knife deeper.
He lets out a low growl. “You want something new?” His eyes darken with something other than hatred. Lust. I’d seen it in many of the men’s faces. Being completely naked, tied down, and legs spread on a table, was NOT a good look for an ok looking girl in a group of horny guys who had probably been without sex for months. “Pity, I'm not allowed, you would be nice to pound.” An evil grin lights his features. If he wasn’t pulling that stupid face, or if he wasn’t slicing me up; I would’ve thought he was hot. He had long, shaggy, brown hair, dark brown eyes, sharp facial features and a muscular body.
“You know... If I wasn’t tied down I would smash your head in right now.” I grin at him. A brief flash of fear lights his eyes but he looks as the rope bindings around my wrists and ankles and smiles,
“Well you are tied down. So you can’t do shit to me.”
I shrug. “If I break out though...” A sadistic light sparks in my eyes and I swear he stepped back a bit. Even though he was the one with the knife.
“You won’t break out. There are more people here than you could take by yourself, in this weakened state.” He snarls.
Laughing, I look him straight in the eye. “That’s why I’d go for you first.”
He gulps then remembers the situation. I wasn’t going to break out. Not easily anyway. And not while he was anywhere near me. He stands up tall again. “Whatever you want to believe little missy.” He smirks. “Back to carving.”
I sigh. “Same old, same old.”
That’s when he shakes his head. “No. I’ve got something special planned now. Most people use the rack for torture, but our company prefers the custom method.” He holds up the knife. “This is the final step before killing them. This, Lyeta, is the last resort.” He says my name and a shiver goes through me.
“I hate you.” I mutter and get ready for whatever he was dishing up to me this time. But I wasn’t prepared for him sticking the knife into an old infected wound and twisting.
A scream is torn from my throat and red hot pain lashes through me. He pulls away. “Where is he?” I glare at him. Not opening my mouth, unable to trust it not to blurt out the answer. He does it again. The knife now stained with not just blood, but bright green pus. I am able to hold back the scream this time, but not the whimper. Another sharp shot of pain lances through my body. “What are his plans?” I again, answer with a glare. I didn’t have any liquid in my mouth to spit at him. He grins. Then does it again to an even more infected wound. Digging deeper than before, twisting more. I scream, high and blood curdling. Pain fills my whole body, my whole mind. I was, pain. “Will you lead us to him.” I no longer glare. I just focus all my energy on keeping my mouth shut. I knew if he did another one of them I would scream the information out. I steel myself as an idea comes into my mind.
“Had enough yet?”He pauses for dramatic effect. “No? Okay then.” He aims for one near my heart. Perfect. This time, as he thrusts the knife down, I move upwards and to the right a bit. His knife comes straight towards my heart for a killing blow. I hear a whiz above my head and an arrow slams into his arm. He jumps away, the knife clattering uselessly to the floor. I crane my head back frantically.
“LYETA!” A desperate cry from behind me. NIKOLAI!
“I'm ok!” I yell back, then feel another pair of strong masculine hands begin to untie the ropes that bound me. I look up to see Alec. He was staring at me, as if I wasn’t real. As if I was just a ghost. As soon as he untied my hands I sprung up and hugged him to me.
“Lee.” He barely muttered the word but it held so many emotions; love, anguish, pain, longing, relief.
“Shut up.” I smile softly and just take in his scent. His arms wrap around me tightly, making me wince.
He pulls away. “Sorry.”
I shrug. “Don’t worry, went through worse.” My eyes dart over his shoulder. They widen with shock. I quickly draw one of the daggers from his belt and chuck it at my torturer who was raising his sword to strike at Alec. The dagger hits him directly in between the eyes. He makes a small grunt and falls backwards, by now Alec had his broad sword out and was facing the guy, astonished.
“Umm...” He says speechless.
“Saved your arse.” I laugh and the world spins. Behind me I hear the sound of heavy fighting. I go to turn to it then tip over; my face smacking the metal table hard. I let out a short grunt then blackout.