Valhala
Chapter 16
Forewarning: This chapter contains torture and rape. You've been warned.
The Enemy
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King Feshar grinned sinisterly at his captive, a tall, golden haired woman. "Now what do we have here? A Valharian has graced us with her presence, how nice."
She struggled against the bonds that held her chained to the wall "This will ensure war Feshar. You will die if you kill me" she spat at him.
"No my dear, I will not die if I kill you. Your death will only prolong my life. As will the deaths of many others before the sun sets on my life. Now tell me, just who you are" Feshar asked laughing quietly.
"My name is not of importance to you. If you are going to kill me, first let me ask why you are so interested in Valhara. Why do you want her so badly? Is Ikichka too small for you? Must you have more?" she asked.
"Ahh...my interests in Valhara run deep woman. I just want to go home."
"Home" she gasped.
Feshar smiled "Yes my child, home. You see, many, many generations ago the Valharian queen gave birth to twins. They were cut from her belly so no one knew which came first. They were to rule as consorts, equal in all. But one of the sons was stronger, he knew what he wanted and started trying to subvert his brother to get his way. When he was found out, he was banished to the lands outside of Valhara. So you see child, all I want is what is rightfully mine as a descendant of King Valiant and his queen Harlie."
"So you mean to just ride through and take what you THINK you deserve!" the woman cried outraged.
"No I mean to take what my family has rightfully deserved for generations. I will ride through Valhala, kill whoever and what ever opposes me, kill Stephan, take my place as King and of course have Savril as my consort, a subverted peon like her granthers were before her."
"Jakara would die before she let that happen. So would the rest of Valhala. You stand no chance against the people and their Companions!"
"Oh the companions...those half-wit animals you take care of. I'm so scared of them, a few arrows will take care of them" he laughed loudly for a moment then stopped to look at the woman carefully "You address the lady princess informally woman. Why do you not address her proper?" The woman remained tightlipped but Feshar could see the fear and...no it couldn't be...longing in her eyes at the mention of Jakara. "You are Alanna aren't you?" he asked grinning.
"Just kill me already dammit! I will tell you nothing at all so do not waste your time!" she cried quickly.
"You ARE Alanna. Hmm...chained in my dungeon is the Lady Jakara's lifemate. Do you know what I'm going to do to her when I capture here Alanna? I will hold her in a cell just like this one, chained to the wall naked, just like you are. Then I'll take out a hot poker just like this one" he said picking up a poker that was lying in the hearth, the tip a fiery cherry red. "I'll press it to her stomach" he paused grinning at the screams coming from Alanna's mouth "and her neck" another pause and tortured cry "and her thighs" he laughed sinisterly as she tried in vain to evade the poker leaving harsh burns across her skin. He stopped after lavishing each thigh with attention and was amazed to see that even through this torture she hadn't shed a tear.
He stuck the poker back into the fire and walked over to the door and opened it, letting 5 guards come in. He turned and looked back to Alanna "after I torture her like that, I'm going to let my most trusted guards in to have a little fun" he said, his voice dripping false sweetness. He turned to his guard "when you are through with her, and mind you DO NOT kill her, I need her bondbird alive, bring me a lock of her hair. I have a surprise for my dear Lady Jakara" he said walking out of the dungeon. As he walked up the stairs he could hear Alanna's painful screams as the guards dished out unspeakable tortures. He smiled at the pain she was going through and how soon it would be Jakara who was suffering at the hands of his guards.
Hours later one of his guards came in "Sire, the wench is completely spent and near death. Here is the lock of hair you wanted" he said laying the hair in Feshar's hand and bowing out of the room.
"Ahh...now for my little surprise for Jakara" he said evilly as he started the spell and a blood red glow formed around the lock of hair knotted neatly in his hand.
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