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Adult +
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Chapter 3
3.
Now he watched him for a moment before raising his feet which met Aragorn’s ribs, the ranger cry out from the pain, his hands soon clutches his side, trying to protect his ribs from more beating.
Denethor smiled, and then called to his second in command, Daren, “Chain him, hands and legs, remove his clothes but the pants he wearing.”
Daren smiled, understood of what his lord asked for him.
Daren called for the guards, and told them about their lord’s order. He watched them as they torn the clothes he wore, but they left the pants on him.
The guards led Aragorn outside the palace, found some place to chain his hands and legs. Minas Tirith peoples who saw it happen, wondered what was going to happen, and why Thorongil, the man that assisted the king, now was in this situation.
The second in command walked to the gear that he left on the horse, and he put it in the room where his lord asked.
His hands shifted the long leather lethal whip as a smirk covered his face, as he said to himself, that now the man would suffer upon his hands.
He took it and walked to the area where the guards chained the man, noticed his lord watching them, and noticed the bruises that covered Aragorn’s body. He smiled.
“There it is, my lord,” Daren handed it to him, and then he added, “And if I may also whip him?”
Denethor took the whip with pleasurable grin, as he watched Thorongil’s form and muttered to Daren, “Later.”
Daren sighed heavily and hoped that his lord would give him some fun as well.
Denethor decided to walk first to Aragorn, to speak to him face to face before he whipped him with no mercy, and that after all the pain he caused him, the man would pay.
But before Denethor opened his mouth to speak, Aragorn asked first with cracked voice, “Where is your father?”
Denethor smiled, “He was sent elsewhere.”
“What have I done to you?”
“Well, you get the answer in every lash I give to you,” Denethor replied, and sound of a whip crushing the air was heard., “How many lashes could you take, Ranger?”
Denethor walked around Aragorn, stepping back a space, and then he started to whip Thorongil.
Aragorn could feel the sting of the first lash cut into his skin, he clenched his jaw, not wanting to scream as the heat burned in his body. Then he could hear the blurred voice of Denethor’s, “The first and the most hurtful reason, for taking my father from me.”
Aragorn had no idea what he was speaking about and the pain inside bothered him, and the heat, he could feel that his body was set on fire, he could swear upon it.
Then the second lash tore his skin closer to the bone, which made Aragorn close his eyes, clench his jaw tight as he could, but not dare to scream. He figured that if he screamed it would cause Denethor and his men to whip him harder, and he did not wish it, that would be too painful, and he was not sure if he could make it through the next lashes.
End of Chapter 3
Now he watched him for a moment before raising his feet which met Aragorn’s ribs, the ranger cry out from the pain, his hands soon clutches his side, trying to protect his ribs from more beating.
Denethor smiled, and then called to his second in command, Daren, “Chain him, hands and legs, remove his clothes but the pants he wearing.”
Daren smiled, understood of what his lord asked for him.
Daren called for the guards, and told them about their lord’s order. He watched them as they torn the clothes he wore, but they left the pants on him.
The guards led Aragorn outside the palace, found some place to chain his hands and legs. Minas Tirith peoples who saw it happen, wondered what was going to happen, and why Thorongil, the man that assisted the king, now was in this situation.
The second in command walked to the gear that he left on the horse, and he put it in the room where his lord asked.
His hands shifted the long leather lethal whip as a smirk covered his face, as he said to himself, that now the man would suffer upon his hands.
He took it and walked to the area where the guards chained the man, noticed his lord watching them, and noticed the bruises that covered Aragorn’s body. He smiled.
“There it is, my lord,” Daren handed it to him, and then he added, “And if I may also whip him?”
Denethor took the whip with pleasurable grin, as he watched Thorongil’s form and muttered to Daren, “Later.”
Daren sighed heavily and hoped that his lord would give him some fun as well.
Denethor decided to walk first to Aragorn, to speak to him face to face before he whipped him with no mercy, and that after all the pain he caused him, the man would pay.
But before Denethor opened his mouth to speak, Aragorn asked first with cracked voice, “Where is your father?”
Denethor smiled, “He was sent elsewhere.”
“What have I done to you?”
“Well, you get the answer in every lash I give to you,” Denethor replied, and sound of a whip crushing the air was heard., “How many lashes could you take, Ranger?”
Denethor walked around Aragorn, stepping back a space, and then he started to whip Thorongil.
Aragorn could feel the sting of the first lash cut into his skin, he clenched his jaw, not wanting to scream as the heat burned in his body. Then he could hear the blurred voice of Denethor’s, “The first and the most hurtful reason, for taking my father from me.”
Aragorn had no idea what he was speaking about and the pain inside bothered him, and the heat, he could feel that his body was set on fire, he could swear upon it.
Then the second lash tore his skin closer to the bone, which made Aragorn close his eyes, clench his jaw tight as he could, but not dare to scream. He figured that if he screamed it would cause Denethor and his men to whip him harder, and he did not wish it, that would be too painful, and he was not sure if he could make it through the next lashes.
End of Chapter 3