Subject:  Dragon's Lair..............Chapter 35 ***NEW*** Still Angst Warning. |
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Date Posted: 02:09:00 12/08/01 Sat
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Lissette
's message, "Dragon's Lair..............Chapter 34 ***NEW*** Angst Warning." on 02:01:49 12/08/01 Sat
Last chapter for now; will post again soon.
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Dragon's Lair
Chapter 35
Still angsty.
© Copyright November 28, 2001
All disclaimers apply, no copyright infringement is intended and all Non LFN characters belong to me.
As always, Comments will be gladly accepted; flames, however, will be dealt with accordingly.
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Darkness
A coarse blanket of murky blackness smothered him, muting every sound but the ceaseless whisper of the ocean beneath his ear. He had lain in total darkness for so long that he could no longer tell when his eyes flickered open. Splintery wood pillowed his head, scratching bloody furrows into his cheek with each dip and swell of the ship. The excruciating throbbing of his bound hands and feet had
finally subsided to merciful numbness. His mouth tasted strange, he licked his lips softly noticing how felt~cracked and huge they felt. I’m so thirsty! He tought as screeching pain in places he could not name threatened to envelop him again. At first he could think of only the next breath, the next surge of pain. After awhile, he got a firmer grip on himself. Although he sometimes ached to cry out loud, he refused to give his captors the satisfaction. Michael Samuelle lay in weary silence, dreaming of the warm days that had preceded this endless night, his dreams often were confused, making no sense as they changed constantly. They would take him between Nikita’s heaven and the hell he had lived in the harem.
He frowned as his memory brought back in vivid detail the last hour before they entered the tunnel. A guard he had never seen before had entered the room while Shantal was bathing and given him a cup full of wine, he had thanked the man and swallowed every drop of the delicious nectar. He chuckled softly as his memory brought to him the exact moment when he had realized something was wrong. It had been when they stopped to take the right side of the split tunnel. He had felt a pleasant warmth that slid up through his spine to dull his brain. Michael had shaken away the feeling, knowing that his tolerance for alcohol was extremely low and knowing how weak he was, he simply had not paid attention. Sighing Michael moved his fingers slowly, trying to find a way out of this situation as his mind replayed Shantal’s screams.
His mind continued to replay the last few moments before he had lost consciousness. Michael had lain there, paralyzed by some kind of poison while the men held Shantal, her cries and struggles did nothing but anger the man who held her and he had resorted to pure malice as he slowly asphyxiated her before his paralyzed gaze.
Once Shantal had been carried away three men had entered the cabin and quickly dragged him down the corridor and dumped him into a dark room where he had slowly languished between consciousness and insensibility for a long time.
“How long have I been here?” He whispered, wincing at the ragged tone of his voice. Shaking his head to clear it of the lingering numbness of a drugged sleep, He shivered softly as his stomach heaved. It begins! How long will this withdrawal phase last? He wondered as he clenched his teeth and slowly wiggled his fingers and toes trying to get the feeling back into them. Suddenly the ship bucked and he was tossed to the side, hitting his head on a wooden chest. Frigid air blasted into the room as the door opened and bright light entered the murky darkness making Michael snap his eyes closed.
“So you’re awake huh?” A gruff voice asked as rough hands grabbed his arms and pulled him up.
Michael clenched his teeth tighter as nausea rolled inside his stomach, threatening to burst upward. Tightening his aching muscles he tried to control the trembling of his limbs. End it now! His mind screeched as the man before him grabbed his chin and forced him to lift his head.
“Look at me!” The man ordered.
Michael shook his head trying to dislodge the man’s hold on him. Taking deep breaths, he was able to calm his queasy stomach. “Who are you?” Michael asked in a bare whisper.
Laughing, the man slowly drew his finger down Michael’s cheek. “I’m the one you will obey boy.” He stated as he leaned closer.
Michael stiffened and leaned back. The men who held him tightened their hold on his bound arms making him wince with pain. He lifted his face and confronted his captor.
“Who are you?”
The man smiled evilly, shifting his gaze to the side he nodded and stepped back, leaving Michael alone with the men who held him. They pushed him to his knees and forced his face down, his forehead touching the wooden planks of the ship.
“Stay in that position.” One of the men ordered as the other stepped to the side and rummaged in a chest. The first man stood sentinel behind him, a cold, hard object pressing itself at his shoulder blades. Michael searched his mind, trying to find in his extensive files the sounds of the men’s voices. He sighed knowing he had never met these men. Michael closed his eyes as the shivering and nausea became more pronounced and his stomach began to rumble with hunger.
“How long have I been down here?” He asked in a ragged whisper.
The men behind him chuckled. “Not long enough.”
Michael frowned. “Is she alive?”
The man beside the chest stood and walked toward Michael, kneeling before him. He grabbed a bunch of curls and pulled his head back, arching it painfully.
“Who? The bitch who tried to steal you away?” The men laughed, letting go of Michael’s hair he stood and crossed his arms. “Aye, she’s alive, but I’m sure she wishes she had died days ago.” He stated before turning and slapping his companion in the shoulder. “Let’s get out of here, it stinks.”
Michael stayed in the same position until he heard the door close, he cursed knowing that Shantal was hurt because he was too weak to protect her. Lifting his head he sighed and carefully laid down beside the chest. Several minutes later the door opened once again and a young boy entered, placing a bowl beside Michael, he smiled as Michael looked up. scurrying quickly away at hearing footsteps at the door.
Michael sniffed at the bowl, the smell of fish reached his nostrils making him gag, he fought the desire to throw up, knowing he needed the food, the withdrawal would pass and he would need his strength to escape. suddenly ravenous he lapped up the contents of the bowl with his tongue. Feeling ashamed at the humiliation of having to eat like an animal, he shifted away from the bowl and slowly pushed himself back to the chest, where he curled his knees up until his chin rested upon his bent knees and slept.
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Shantal looked up through her pale lashes as the man entered the cabin and locked the door.
“Hallo my beauty.” The man stated as he stepped closer to her.
“What do you want?” She asked in a trembling voice. Her gaze roamed his features, hoping that once she managed to escape she would be able to recognize him and make sure he paid for this. The man was tall, taller than Michael by a few inches, his skin was dark olive, his eyes were almost black as they stared deeply into her own. His hair was black, greasy and curly, brushing his huge shoulders. Her gaze moved down to see a large chest and thick, large hands, fisted at his side. She could barely discern the smell of fish on his rancid breath as he stood before her.
The man smiled and slowly reached out, lifting a strand of her coppery hair he fondled it between his dirty fingers.
“She was right, you will bring me much fortune at the bazar. “ he stated. “You are a sweet morsel and I fear I might not be able to keep myself from tasting your sweetness.” His thumb brushed her cheek softly. With a shrug he smiled and lifted her face. “Maddie will never know if I simply taste you, you wouldn’t tell right princess?”
Shantal pulled on the ropes that bound her wrists behind the chair, her ankles had been tied together to the side of the chair making her ache in pain. Her breathing became erratic as he slowly knelt before her and leaned forward, licking his lips in anticipation of her taste.
Shantal racked her brain searching for an excuse to set her free, suddenly she remembered what he had said and took advantage of it. “You’re mistaken, I don’t know who this woman is that has bidden you to take me hostage. My name is
Aztrid and I-“
The man lifted his hand and slapped her hard, making her head snap to the side painfully. She gasped as he stood before her, his hands fisted tightly at his sides.
“You’re a whore, bought and sold. Stop lying and accept your fate. You will bring me much enjoyment before I sell you.” He stated before turning.
“But I truly do not know what you’re talking about! I was going home with my husband when-“ she closed her eyes at the memory of Michael, laying so still before her in the cabin. Snapping her eyes open she glared at the man. “What did you do with his body?”
The man spun around, his dark eyes shining with hate. He took several steps toward her before stopping and glaring at her. “He’s fish food sweetheart, the bait to catch our meals. You better please me well if you wish not to end up like him.” He whispered before turning and exiting the cabin.
Shantal bit her lower lip as the tears spilled down her cheeks. Michael was dead, it was all her fault. If she had been more careful this would not have happened, but she needed to get Michael away as soon as possible before he was murdered. Clamping her teeth more fiercely on her lip she swallowed the wails of grief that threatened to break free.
"You will be avenged Michael! Even if it is the last thing I do on this earth I will make sure they suffer as much as you did." She swore silently.
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Lissette
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