The Corruption and Degredation of Mary Sue

Chapter 33: The Breaking of Haldir


Haldir groaned and screwed his eyes shut as a particularly sharp pain shot through his head, then began to fade to a dull angry pulse, beating against his temples. He was still suffering a diabolical headache from the crack on the head, and in addition he had just undergone at least a good four hours of torture this morninone.one.

So far it hadn’t worked. Despite being in considerable amounts of pain, being an elf granted Haldir with an ability to deal with copious amounts of abuse before reaching breaking point. Well, physical abuse to be precise, although the paper-cuts to the testicles had brought him pretty close to breaking point.

Bin Laden had demanded answers to questions about the terrain and the layout of and around Rivendell in a cold and distant voice that he seldom raised. Haldir man managed to fob off most of these by angrily screaming that he didn’t live in these vile and unsettled western regions and only knew the terrain approaching from the east. Still, the persecution had continued. The human seemed intent on bending the elf to his will, which Haldir was holding out against thanks to his never-ending well of indignant self-obsessed anger.

If anything, the pain only made him more vehement and stubborn against this outrageous treatment of someone as truly excellent as himself. He now opened his eyes and glared at the entrance to the blood-spattered tent that housed the makeshift ‘interrogation’ room. Moments later, a hand pushed aside the flap and bin Laden strode in.

“Well, you’re conscious. That’s a good start,” said the terrorist mildly, pulling back a gore-smeared cloth to reveal a set of shiny sharp implements, glinting ominously at the crack of daylight that streamed in through the entrance to the tent.

“Oh will you give it a rest you pitiful human? Look. You’re not going to break me with pain. Why the fuck would I want to be in league with the likes of you?” snapped Haldir. Bin Laden picked up two implements that looked like larger versions of those ghastly dental implements used to scrape plaque from teeth. “Are you even listening to me?!!” screamed Haldir, annoyed that he was getting no response. Strapped down, and unable to move, the elf could do nothing as Osama moved behind the elf and deftly uthe the hooks to latch onto Haldir’s eyelids and pull them back. “YOU CUNT!!” Haldir wailed.

“Now that your eyes are open, perhaps you are willing to see the wisdom of assisting me,” replied his tormentor. Haldir gritted his teeth, feeling his eyelids lacerated and the repugnant sensation of cold metal scraping against his eyeballs.

“There’s no wisdom in that! You’re fucked in the head!!!” hissed Haldir, trying not to move his head too much, despite the rage bubbling in his head. He was answered with the cleric shouting something, and a goblin scurried in.

“Hold these,” he said, handing the hooks to the goblin, which cackled madly at the sight of the tormented elf.

“Yes, yes, fucking hilarious, WILL YOU FUCK OFF YOU SPASTIC LITTLE SHIT?!” snapped Haldir as the goblin inadvertently drooled on the elf’s head with glee. He tentatively moved his eyes to see what bin Laden was now doing. He had procured a small vial of a rather thick liquid, filled with seeds. He opened it and Haldir’s sensitive nostrils flared at the smell of puréed chilli.

Silently and without ceremony, bin Laden tipped the contents of the vial all over Haldir’s naked and tormented crotch. Wanting desperately to scream but only too aware of the hooks waiting to tear through his eyelids, Haldir managed to only whimper and remain still in face of searing agony.

“Submit to me, open yourself up and receive Allah, and the pain will stop,” stated bin Laden, emotionless as he observed the elf’s trembling.

“No!” hissed Haldir, concentrating too hard to start ranting again.

“Are you certain? Or will I have to slice open more of your flesh?” inquired bin Laden coldly.

Before Haldir could answer, the flap to the tent was thrown open and Lurtz marched in, pushing Celebelen before him roughly. Through the anguish, Haldir could make out the sounds of a hoard of agitated orcs and goblins.

“WHAT? Why do you dis us? us?” snapped Osama, clearly irritated that the sinister tension he had worked to build had been destroyed by the intruder.

“She’s useless! She can’t fucking pole-dance and she tried doing this cheer-lee-derr thing which just angered the troops. Listen to them!!” roared Lurtz.

“Well you just don’t know good entertainment,” snapped Celebelen, a bemusing combination of being both annoyed and giggly.

“What the fuck are you waving about?” gasped Haldir, unable to quell his innate curiosity. The burning had dulled somewhat and while still agonising, the elf was coming to terms with it.

“Well, they didn’t have any pom-poms but they gave me THESE!!” Celebelen waved what appeared to be a pair of orc-scalps with thick heavy dreadlocks at the elf before tilting her head to one side quizzically. “Have I interrupted something? Only you’re all naked!” she giggled.

“You’re interrupting his ritual torture of ME and making the pain that much worse,” spat Haldir. His eyes were streaming with water, unable to blink and stamp out the horrible sensation of them drying out.

Unable to take in the concept of torture at the moment, Celebelen let out another ear-grating giggle as bin Laden began to argue with Lurtz about what the fuck to do with her. “You know what you need? A good cheer to get you smiling again!”

“I don’t WANT to smile, you reprehensible strumpet of darkness! I’m being brutally tormented!” snapped Haldir. “MUST you continue to do that to me?” he added, directing this at gob goblin. The sadistic creature tugged on the hooks and cackled, causing Haldir to hiss sharply and incoherently. Celebelen moved away to a clear space and began thrusting out the scalps and beaming cheerily at the stricken elf.

“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” she began to shout rhythmically.

“AH! STOP THAT!!” wailed Haldir. The cheerleader ignored him and continued to scream incoherent rhyming couplets at him while shaking the fetid scalps frenziedly. The uruk and the terrorist turned to regard Celebelen with looks of distaste.

“SEE?” roared Lurtz pointedly over her shouts and Haldir’s screeching. “That’s what I mean! That’s HER idea of entertainment!!”

“Perhaps,” said bin Laden, calming down and watching Haldir scream. “Remove the implements,” he commanded sharply. Looking disappointed, the goblin obeyed. Even without the hooks, Haldir continued to scream.

“MAKE HER STOP! ANYTHING!! I GIVE IN!! THIS IS JUST TOO FUCKING UNBEARABLE!! END IT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Haldir, pleading with bin Laden.

“Anything?” bin Laden inquired, raising a hand to stop Lurtz who was moving to gag the cheerleader with his fist.

“GO TEAM GO! GO TEAM GO!” screamed Celebelen.

“YES!! ANYTHING!!” wailed Haldir.

“You will learn the ways of Islam? You will become my devoted servant? For there is an important place for one as valuable as you,” inquired Osama slickly.

“I’M YOURS! JUST MAKE HER SHUT UP OR DIE!!!”

Osama bin Laden nodded at Lurtz who decided against using his fist and instead pulled out his vicious scimitar and struck Celebelen across the side of her head with the hilt. She slumped to the ground, stunned but conscious. She let out a reflexive giggle as Lurtz grabbed her hair and began towing her out of the tent.

“Look after that one. I think we have finally discovered a purpose for her to serve,” said bin Laden, starting to unbind Haldir.