Blame Me Not

hi. I was relieved for your reviews. though there was only two, I really appreciate being able to post and so far no flamers. *crosses fingers. Thank you to both of my reviewers. Here are your responses.
Risika- Thanks. Hope this wast ent enough.
Elf Girl Tati- I'm working on making the chapters longer. The horrible thing is that I'm horrible with details. plus no beta. So I'm working on it, and crossing my fingers. this chapter is short also, but I'll make the rest of them longer, promise. Glad that you like it and hope that this was fast enough.

BLAME ME NOT
Ch.2 UNTIL YOU SUFFER SOME

I tip-toed around the corner. After being Disiguar’s consort for the night, he had left me laying there, telling me to stay still. Not that I listened to that. Here I was now, about twenty feet from the throne room, and trying to see what was happening. The door was open only a crack, and I could hear the angry voices.

“Your people have been nothing but trouble!” One man shouted, so loud it hurt my ears. I backed up for a moment, then stepped up to the door, looking through the crack to see what was going on.

In the room where three men, my brothers, and father. Each looking as though they had been in a war.

“This is our land. How we choose to behave is our problem, not yours!” Thranduil shouted at them. His eyes seemed to be on fire, the blu blue, black coals centers where alight from anger that I had seen so many times when hped ped me. Almost like a hot fire, that burned a hole deep into your gut. That was him. His trade mark. Something that always stayed the same.

“And you ought to learn to treat your guests with some measure of respect!” The second man shouted. Filawars stepped forward, anger written all over his face.

“You should know never to speak to the king in such a tone!” He shouted. The more blood-lusty one of all the family, Filawars would gladly take off another’s head than to fight them in one on one combat. He would sneak up from behind, before fight you face to face. Innocent, or hurt, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about a thing. Except pain.

“There are certain things you do here, and certain things you don’t.” Disiguar joined his brother, reaching for his sword. Disiguar had the worse temper. While Filawars could hold hi, Disiguar was forever striking anyone who dared a comment that he did not like.

“Enough. There will be no blood shed here. Not here.” Thranduil shouted at the tree men took their swords out, and held it in the position to fight. Both brothers looked at each other. They were so much alike, you would think they were twins. Long flowing black hair that was tied towards the back of their neck, long necks- giraffe necks as I secretly called them, and their eyes. Both dark, almost completely black with anger that lit up when they fought. When they fought, each eye turned a sparkling blue, making them seem almost beautiful.

*ACHOO!* I suddenly let out a loud sneeze as the irritation of flying dust tickled my nose. I win and and closed my eyes for a moment.

“LEGOLAS!” Disiguar and Filawars shouted, seeing me. I winced again. Filawars eyes turned to a sparkling blue, lighting up at the prospect of a beating near at hand.

“Um, I was wondering where you were..” I stammered, looking away as Filawars came up and grabbed me by the back of the neck.

“I’ll take care of this.” He promised his father and brother before dragging me to his room beside Disiguar’s. He opened the door and tossed me to the ground, angrily staring me down. All of my life, I had seen that look. He could just tear deep inside of you, pulling you apart piece by piece.

“Amin hirethla. (I’m sorry) I whispered as he took down a horse whip. Although most elves loved all of nature, and nature’s creations, Filawars would be the last to care. He was brutal to every living being, or thing on Arda. He grabbed me by the arm, pulled me to my feet, and stripped me of my clothes, until I was standing naked in the middle of the room, welts showing from where Disiguar had whipped me earlier. And the old scars from countless beatings that never seemed to end.

“Is that all you have to say?” Filawars demanded. I bowed my head. Nothing I would say could change what was going to happen, but I could try.

“I swear to you that it shall never happen again.” I swore, closing my eyes from the first slap of the belt. It camen han hard on my shoulders, cutting them open, and launching my head forward. Filawars stopped for a moment to ris tis tongue over the wound.

“Umm, you taste so good. You do have excellent blood. I’ll be seeing more of it before this is over.” Filawars promised me, reaching for another whip. There was a bit of blood still on his lips, and he leaned down and kissed me, forcing my to taste my own blood. Wanting to rebel against it, I tried to launch away, aot pot pulled closer. I winced at the It was usually used on snakes to beat them to death if they got too near someone, and were about to kill. It was made of hard leather, and placed over metal which stuck out in certain places. Normally, it was a least favorite toy, for it was stiff, and didn’t move at all. But it was meant to inflict serious pain, so it was going to be used.

“Lay on the bed.” Filawars ordered me, stepping back. I did as I was told, laying face down on the bed, and wondering what tool he was going to use.

“Close your eyes.” He whispered to me. I did as I was told and he slipped the blindfold over them. I opened them to see pure darkness. The first shot took my breath away. I felt like a thousand fireworks going off on me.

“Saes. (please)” I plead with him, knowing what he was beating me with.

“Enough!” Filawars shouted, and continued to beat me down. Hard. The blood I could feel was running down onto the bed, a mess that I would have to clean up later. If I could walk. I started crying, the pain too large to ignore any longer. It seemed like a lifetime that he worked on my, then he had enough.

“I think you learned your lesson. Am I correct?” He demanded, leaning down to lick my ear. I trembled, but nodded.

“Yes, sir.” I whispered in a trembling voice. Filawars smiled, and undid his pants.

“Good. Now please me.” He eredered, and thrusted deep into me. Feeling him inside of me, so sudden, with so little warning shocked me, and I let out a cry of pain, which he took as pleasure. I could feel him on the verge of orgasm, and prepared for it. He shot his seeds deep into me, a shock that I would never get used to, mainly because it hurt so much. After releasing, he collapsed on top of me, panting, and licking my neck.

“Relax little one. Nights not over yet.” He whispered. I whimpered. He smiled, and got up, spreading my legs, and pushing into me once again. I could feel him on the verge again, his body had adapted to working fast with orgasms, and he just wanted to torment me. He rocked back and rock in me, trying to find a weak spot. He hit it, smilsmiled, releasing. I started sobbing into the bed, blood streaking down my legs from the abuse. He leaned down once again, pulled my head up by the hair, and kissed me, full on the mouth. I thought that I would vomit, but he then pulled me away, and forced me to sleep on the floor, naked, beside the bed. Of course, that is my life, not like I’m not used to it. My life, my hell, as I told you the first time.

Okay, I wanted that longer, but I think it was good enough. This was my first shot at rape, and a big angst story, so anyone who has an idea can come and tell it to me. I’m open to all ideas. O, review, and tell me what you think. Tell me how cruel I am, or whatever, just click the button that says review, please. The next chapter will be longer, I promise. The plan it for over 30 chapters, so bear with me through the first couple, please. Okay, looking forward to your reviews.
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