"IT'S BEEN A WEEK! I DON'T KNOW IF HE'S ALIVE OR DEAD?! I CAN NOT STAY HERE AND DO NOTHING ANY LONGER!"
Sin is yelling in rage, trashing the room as I attempt to talk to her.
"Sin, I emphasize with you, I do..."
"BAVARTHOS! YOUR MEN, FAE, AND THE REST OF EARTH IS DYING OUT THERE!" Her voice breaks as she flops to the bed to sit cradling her head. "And I'm sitting here doing nothing!"
The helplessness is tangible, filling the air with her pain and misery that infect me. I knew she was right, we can't just continue on waiting for my mother to finish her spell circle and do nothing.
Word had already came that Balkin, my sister Nira's husband, had perished on the battlefield, and K'dara's husband Cyrus was gravely injured after a surge swept through Europe's gate. The healers that were present among them didn't have the power to heal him, only I did, but being the trump card for everything, I couldn't go. Even Mother left his life in fates hands.
Lierthe was still wiping out the Erl's soldiers in the Americas with Mirne and Dakor, those brothers were holding up well with the gate closed and were due to come help here in Adrica soon. My other brother, Fuyerk and Hyatin, Avari's husband, were cleaning up the the South Eastern Asian area, having destroyed the gate that was there.
Thietians and Turks forces were holding the line still in Europe with a mixture of forces from all over the world. Other than Europe and here, we had victories to celebrate, but events here were making everyone lose hope again.
Sin was losing her mind and I could see her heart, mind, body and soul were reaching their breaking points doing nothing.
She sobbed, pulling her hair in frustration, cause without her being able to use her magic, she couldn't leave on her own to go help. My heart ached and guilt overwhelmed me because if I was in her situation I would have already lost my mind.
"Come on Sin, we are going to go inform my mother of our plans. We shouldn't be sitting around doing nothing when we are more than capable of helping." I stick my hand out and help pull her up on her feet.
"Now, wipe your face, you look like you fell into a giant slugs trail." I grab a handkerchief from my pocket and hand it to her.
She uses it, noisily blowing her nose like an elephant would. She goes to hand it back and I sneer at it. "Throw it away." Why in the world would she think I'd want it back like that?
As we're walking along the corridors, I stop by my room to inform Rakara. She is not going to be happy about this.
"Sin, stay out here. I need to inform Rakara of our plans." I inform her before heading inside to find my beautiful woman, sitting on the chaise lounge in just her chemise, petticoat and corset. A vision of temptation before me, with her dark curls that have sprung loose from her pins, one knee up with a hand holding a book, reading.
She starts, surprised at my sudden appearance, but smiles, a giggle escaping her that makes my already pounding heart and mind to stop. The only thing that is working on me, is my raging manhood becoming painfully evident in it's restraining cage of pant material.
"Bav, you startled me. Were you able to calm Sin down?" She asks setting the book down before turning her attention back to me, resting her wrist back on her knee. Her posture was that of a relaxed Greek goddess, appraising my presence as if I was an offering.
"Hold on a moment, dear." I stick my head out the door, "Sin, this may take a little while. I'm going to send you to the workshop."
"Need a moment of privacy." She nods understanding and I snap her away, feeling guilty.
I turn around and close the door to see Rakara unlacing her corset, slowly. My knees go weak with her lustful gaze that bores a hole through me.
Clearing my throat, I try to focus and shake my head to clear my thoughts. Rakara sits up and gets serious, concern flooding her face.
"Bav? What is on your mind?"
I sigh and take a seat next to her and explain what Sin and I plan on doing.
...John's POV.....
"I can do this.... Come on John! YOU CAN DO THIS!" I tell myself as I look at my hand that's curled up lying as flat as I can on the ground, ready to be pulled through the cuff. I just have to smash my hand enough to pull it through the cuff of the shackle.
I take a few breaths, and don't think about it.
*SLAM*
I drop to the floor, heart racing, as the door flies open, banging against the wall.
Two trolls walk in with another high fey male, who walk with an arrogant stride, his nose in the air as he surveys me with disgust and hatred in his black eyes. His oily, brown hair is slicked back over his head, rest at the nape of his neck and with the curl of his lip he sneers at me, "Bring him to the room, some one wants to talk to him."
They trolls advance on me, touching the chains on the wall to make them magically disconnect. I yank my arm and leg away from them, swinging my hand and use the chain to whack them across the face. The high fey is stunned long enough for me to bring the chain back around and crack it against his head before the two trolls tackle me to the ground.
I'm attempting to fight off the trolls as the high Fey screams in pain, "YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING PAY FOR THIS!" Cradling his face he stands and shoots something out of his hand at me, and my world goes dark.
I come to, jolting awake and look around.
"Good, you are awake. I must say, you did a number on General Kasaken. However, I find him more appealing to look at now." An annoyed and amused, graveled voice makes me scan the room again as I realize I'm sitting in a chair, in front of a table piled so high with food and drink, I can't see the other end.
I am still trying to find the source of the voice when movement at the far end of the table and suck in a breath of air and hold it.
I'm shaking, I know I am.
As he strolls over to me with out a care in the world. His twisted features like several people smashed together and twisted tight like a wet towel are even more gruesome as he comes closer. His skin resembled the bark of a tree, his long black hair with several braided sections swayed with his steps as he came closer and took a seat next to me.
I released my breath as quietly as I could and tried to remain calm, knowing I was in mortal peril at any second without a way to defend myself.
"I imagine you know who I am?" The Erlking grins, supplying enough nightmare fuel to last a lifetime.
I nod and weakly confirm, "Yes, your majesty."
"Very good, John. Now, I imagine you are hungry... Go ahead and eat." He motions for a slave to approach and gestures to the food on the table.
The slave, a emaciated human girl, probably around seventeen, starts off by pouring wine into his cup first, then my own in front of me. I can see the bruises on her pale body, the cuts and other wounds around her feet. She trembles lightly, obviously weak from starving, but doesn't drop a single drop and doesn't make a sound. Next she offers plates and the Erlking merely points if he wants it and sniffs if he does not, before she turns to me to offer them.
I appraise the food warily, not trusting for a second it's not poisoned.
The Erlking starts to laugh at me. "HA! John, the food is not poisoned, eat what you want. If I wanted you dead, I would not choose poison as my weapon of choice."
I nod after that to every dish that is presented to me, until the Erlking's plate is full, and the slave stops and steps to the side again.
The Erlking begins to dig in with relish, and my own hunger takes over as I begin to lift the food to my mouth, sniffing it first before taking a bite, my chains rattling and clinking in the process.
That first bite of a meat stuffed biscuit is divine. I eat with relish, every bit I can. I don't know if I will be fed again, I don't know if I may need my strength later.
Once I have finished my plate, the slave comes over to serve me more but I wave my hand no. I do not wish to make myself sick by overeating. So she takes the dirty plate and utensils away, disappearing through a door as another slave takes her place. He;s just as emaciated and bruised as the last one, a young man just reaching adulthood.
The king continues to eat at his own pace, as I remain quiet glancing his way when I take my glass with wine to drink from.
When the king finishes, the new slave takes his setting away and is replaced by another slave. This one is gaunt looking, not as emaciated as the last two, but still bruised and eyes full of despair. My gaze carries back to the king who's drinking from his goblet and staring at me. Evaluating my own actions.
He clears his throat, his face twisting into a smirk, that reminds me more of a grimace.
"You look confused, John. Care to share your thoughts?" His gravely voice sends chills down my spine, but I know better than to ignore his question.
I clear my throat before I begin, "I don't know what your goal is having me here."
He laughs and slaps his leg, "John, do not play the fool with me. You know my end goal. To take my family back home and take my new slaves with us."
Anger floods through me but I keep it under control as I ask more concisely, "Then I am unaware of what you plan on doing with me."
The Erlking smacks his lips, it sounds like two tree limbs smacking each other. "I plan on keeping you here with me, as my guest, a restrained guest, but a guest none the less."
He motions towards a guard who walks out of the room. Turning my attention back to the king who sits there lazily smiling at me.
"A guest?" I ask myself out loud, but the Erlking sits up straighter and leans closer to me.
"Yes, MY guest. We will be watching a spectacular show together as well." He chuckles, sounding like a wood chipper. He stands up and points to the door behind me and I turn trying to look at what's gained his attention and stop. My jaw drops as my eyes widen, terror and concern sweeping through me as the person comes walking into the light.
"We will be sending YOU back, well... a copy of you." The Erlking stands proudly, showing off his creation that comes and sits on the other side of me smiling smugly.
In my own voice I hear it say, a mirror image of me, "Hey John, I can hardly wait to fuck that beautiful wife of yours. I wonder if she will quake on my cock as beautifully as she fights."
I jump up and throw my glass at his head, making it shatter across his face, before going to wrap my hands around his neck only to fall short.
The Erlking's dry, cracking laughter can be heard even over the ringing in my ears as I pull the heavy two hundred pound chair with me to try and attack this clone of me. The clone laughs shaking his hair of water and the Erlking just stands up shooting a bolt of magic at my cuffs.
Screaming in pain, I fall as the waves of pain that feel like boiling tar is poured over my body. I screaming writhing in pain, as the Erlking and the clone laugh.