Taelin's Story

The following weeks passed in a haze of pain and embarrassment. Taelin was kept in the same room, naked and chained as before. It appeared that there were five men in charge of his “care”. Though he was never told their names, he was soon forced to come up with his own for each.

“Master” appeared to be in control and was the one who had visited him that first night. He was a large man, not terribly old. With long black hair that curled slightly, and deep brown eyes that pierced into Taelin’s very fea.

“Pain” was the name for the man who seemed to be assigned the task of punishment. The young elf had only to hear this man’s foeps eps in the hall before he began trembling with fright. He was only slightly younger than “Master” th far far more harsh. He seemed to enjoy inflicting pain, and always wore a smile on his face as he beat the young elf.

“Slink” was a small man, timid and shy. He was very young, perhaps only eighteen or so. Taelin almost pitied this man, as he seemed just as afraid of the others as the elf was. Almost. This was the man in charge of bringing the dirty water and stale bread every daysdays in order to keep Taelin alive and not starve him to death.

Usually accompanying “Slink” was what seemed to be his brother, “Stink”. Taelin came up with this name for the smell of dried sweat that hung around the man, and threatened to turn the poor elf’s stomach whenever he came near. It was “Stink’s” job was to try to teach the elf enough common to understand them. Apparently, “Master” wished the young elf to be able to understand him when he visited, if ver ver decided to again.

Last came “Fear”. This man made Taelin’s blood run cold. He never spoke to the elf, and daily carried out his “duties” in a terrifying silence before leaving. The young elf never knew what might happen when visited by “Fear” as his job seemed to vary. The only thing that was certain was that “Fear’s” visits were often closely followed by a visit from “Pain”.

It seemed that “Master” left the job of breaking Taelin’s will to the other men. He never visited the elf while he was awake, though often watched him sleep. He was biding his time, knowing eventually the elf would submit. Though, his patience was wearing thin. Never had he encountered a being with so strong a will as the elf. Any other race he knew of would have surrendered long ago, but the gleam of determination that shone in the elf’s eyes only served to make him more desirable.

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One day, almost two months after his capture, Taelin received the daily visit from “Fear”. The elf lay curled in a ball on the floor, shivering, though not from the cold, as that was something he had never felt. He shivered from pure exhaustion. The last weeks had been very hard on him. Living in a constant state of panic, never knowing when he might be beaten, or subjected to molestation, or even fed. The young elf had been very thin to begin with, as was the way of his people, but after weeks of barely enough sustenance he was painfully thin.

Taelin flinched and tried to shrink inside of himself when he heard the footsteps outside his door. He had long since learned which gait belonged to which captor. It was no surprise when the door opened and “Fear” stepped into the room. The elf curled tighter around himself, and would have loved to close his eyes to shut everything out, but he knew that would only warrant more pain or punishment.

Big blue eyes watched as “Fear” pulled the elf to his unsteady feet, and tightened the chain to the wall. Taelin had long become used to having his arms restrained above his head, and a single tear slid down his dirty cheek leaving a trail of pale skin in its wake. Standing against the wall and trembling violently, the elf felt very vulnerable, but knew there was nothing he could do but endure the next few hours before he would be left in peace.

The look in “Fear’s” eyes told the elf all he needed to know about what would come next. He mentally prepared himself as much as he possibly could, and was able to control his shudders when the man’s hands came to rest against his chest. Taelin swallowed the lump of emotion that caught in his throat and directed his gaze to the ceiling. Sometimes he wished the men would just violate him and get it over with, at least then he would begin to fade and hear Mandos’ call.

Rough hands slid over his smooth chest, stopping to tease his tender nipples. The young elf bit his lip fighting down the wail of despair that threatened to escape his lips. He tried with all his might to detach from his body as the same hands slid slowly down his stomach. His breath now coming in ragged gasps, he tried to picture happy memories of his childhood. Pained to know they were slowly being replaced with terror and horrible images of abuse.

A strangled gasp escaped his lips as “Fear’s” hand slowly curled around his lax member. The young elf’s body defied him, and he started becoming aroused. The hand b str stroking him with far more force than necessary, almost to the point o f pain. Every fiber of the elf’s being screamed in protest, yet still his body found pleasure in the touches.

“Daro! … Daro! … Ai! … Daro!” (Stop! … Stop! … Ah! … Stop!) Taelin begged, though he knew the man didn’t understand him.

The elf’s gaze fell from the bare ceiling and met the man’s cold gaze. A knowing smile grew on “Fear’s” face as pleading elvish eyes met his. With an almost evil look upon his face, the man sank to his knees while slowly licking down the softly muscled stomach. Taking the elf’s hardness in his mouth, he sucked and teased the elf to his eventual climax.

Taelin watched as “Fear” got to his feet and left the room. He knew who would be his next visitor before the door even opened, and could do nothing but wait for the inevitable. The cuffs around his wrists cut deep and thin trickles of blood slid down his weak arms. How long he had been left hanging there, he did not know. Minutes seemed to melt into each other, and time lost its meaning. The young elf’s eyes began to glaze over with sleep once more, when the door finally opened.

“Pain” stood in the doorway, seeming more angry than usual. He stepped into the room, and closed the door, locking it behind him. It had seemed to become a ritual for him. Come to the door, lock it, and then begin Taelin’s beatings. The young elf flinched involuntarily at the site of the switch in “Pain’s” right hand.

“Afraid already, are ye? Tha’s good. I like it that way, elf.” “Pain” sneered at the elf as he approached.

Raising the switch above his head, the man brought it down against Taelin’s hip with all his might. Taelin knew that it would only be worse should he cry out, and so he bit his lower lip so hard it drew blood. Pleading with this man never got anywhere, nor did showing the weakness of pain. His only option was to endure the pain, and hope that he would be left alone long enough to heal before the next beating.

“Pain” stood so close to Taelin that the young elf could feel the man’s smelly hot breath upon his skin. Usually he refused to meet the man’s eyes, but he was growing tired of his abuse, and since the didn’t understand him anyways, the young elf decided he might try speaking back to the man as he taunted the elf throughout the beating.

“I don’t see what everyone finds so beautiful about your kind.” The man continued, accentuating himself with more blows from the switch. “Yer far too skinny, and have no spirit!” This time, the man actually spit in the elf’s face.

“Bado mibo orch!” Taelin spat back through clenched teeth. (Go kiss an orc!)

“Ahh…so there is some spirit left in you!” the man smiled horribly. “I shall very much enjoy breaking this new development from you once more. You will cry out in pain before I’m done.”

Another hail of blows from the switch soon followed. “Fear” then grabbed the elf, and spun him so he was facing the wall. The proceeding beating lasted for hours, leaving bloody switch marks up and down the poor elf’s back. When he was finally done, “Fear” released the chain, dropping the injured elf unceremoniously to the floor where he lay in a heap of pain, before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Every breath sent sharp knives of pain throughout the elf’s body. He longed for release, but had long since given up on hearing the call of death. That would have been far too lucky, and if there way anything that Taelin had learnt in the past few months was that his luck had finally run out.

Unable to sleep for the horrible pain that gripped his body, the young elf longed to have somewhere to lie besides the floor. He wisthe the chains would reach to the bed that was placed in the corner, to be able to lie on a soft mattress and fall into a deep healing sleep. He cried silently, wishing that he would be reunited with his parents once more.

To his surprise, the door opened once more. Forcing himself to look up at whoever had entered, he was terribly surprised to find a woman had entered the room. She was small and pretty, with reddish hair and deep green eyes. Taelin could feel himself shivering in uncertainty, for why was a woman visiting him after all this time? Instinctively, he covered himself as much as possible with his hands, and looked up at her pleadingly. She gazed upon the elf with such compassion that a silent tear slid softly down her cheek.

Unsure what might happen next, Taelin watched as she approached him, and crouched on the cold stones at his side. She reached out and gently brushed a strand of matted blond hair from his face, before speaking very softly to him.

“Suilaid, mellon nin.” (Greetings, my friend) She spoke Elvish!