Zenora

Emily’s point of view:

So, I can read someone’s mind now?

The female whisp from the forest had explained that my hunter’s abilities where at the front, and the mage and warrior were dormant. But I guess, that if I focused enough, my other specialties could come forward as well.

When I still had the druid, I was able to shoot that lunar beam even though I wasn’t aware of the powers at first. The whisp also told me that I might have used the windswept ability of the warrior and that was when I was held back by the whisps when I wanted to go to Brock.

I couldn’t hear everyone’s thoughts though, not constantly at least. Good, I would’ve gone crazy with all the voices in my head.

An arm held me tighter all of the sudden. I smiled, Brock was still behind me when I had woken up this morning. His warm, big arms made me feel secure and safe again, once more. He snored and now I chuckled softly. I didn’t want to wake him up, as his warmth and the soft sheets made me feel really comfortable. I guess I snoozed away for a few minutes, before I felt a slight movement from him. His eyes opened when I turned myself around.

“Good morning love, did you sleep well?” He asked me and I nodded.

I lifted my leg and shoved it over his waist, so my knees weren’t in the way for me to lay closer to him. My nose was on his neck now and he smelled so good! My hands were in between our chests and I could feel his chest muscles contract. He moved his right hand over my waist and started to gently touch my side. When he reached my ribcage, I chuckled softly as it tickled me. Brock got a smile on his face and gave me a soft kiss.

“Are you still sure, that you want to come with me to interrogate Markus?” He suddenly asked me with a serious face and I nodded. “What I’m about to do to him, might shock you. I’ve done this several times to other traitors and Orcs and it’s not a nice view to look at.”

“No, I know, maybe I will leave after we have asked our questions. If he won’t answer quickly and you have to torture him more, then I might go. We will see what happens.” He agreed with me and said that there would be no shame in leaving early if I couldn’t handle it.

We ate some breakfast that a servant had brought us and I had asked where Natalya was. She said that she was busy with the servant’s house, or she was in the financial counsellor’s chamber. I had to laugh a bit and Brock frowned to me.

“Isn’t she a bit young to sleep with a man?” He asked me and I smiled.

“Yes, she is just sixteen, but she is quite mature for her age and you’re not sure if they had sex already, so don’t judge too soon.” I said to him and he threw my plate aside and pulled me on top of him.

I flinched and gasped for air. I thought he was about to have some wild sex with me, but all he did was giving me a kiss on my mouth. A really long and good kiss, but nothing else. I pushed myself up with my hands on his chest and sat up straight.

“You are a beautiful, strong hunter and you are mine. You know what I want to do with you, but you have to set the pace.” He sincerely said to me.

“Yes, I want you to test your limits and unleash your sexual desires upon me. But not right now, I need to be able to erase that awful man out of my head. He has taken so much from me, that I can’t focus on the passion that was once between us.” I said.

He sighed, but he kind of expected me to answer something like this.

We got out of bed and dressed ourselves. Brock had asked a servant to find Archeops and send him to the dungeons. We went there as well and my heart started to race. I got terrified to meet that man again. I know he couldn’t hurt me as he was in a cell, nor would Brock let him get close to me. But still, that sinister look he had when he tortured me, haunts my mind every time I close my eyes.

I pulled Brock to me, when he wanted to open the door to the dungeon. I gave him a quick kiss and he smiled, before he went downstairs.

Archeops came in right behind us. He was here to help and hold Markus, or protect me if necessary.

“Wow, a whole delegation just to talk to me?” Markus said instantly, when he saw us. He had this evil smile upon his face, like he was about to step out the door and walk away freely. He felt a bit too much at ease, but I guess his mood will turn around soon.

Brock said up front not to react to his talking, as it isn’t useful to show him our emotions during interrogation. Markus was probably aware of the torment that was about to come towards him, and if he got me or Brock angry, then he had the chance of getting killed before we had all the answers. He wanted to die fast, as torture isn’t something anyone prefers. So, that asshole would be throwing comments all the time.

As we had discussed, Brock would ask the questions and adjust the torment when necessary. I didn’t mind, I couldn’t get close to that sick pervert even if I wanted to. The thought of him touching me ever again, made my skin crawl. Brock opened the cell and went in. Archeops and I were standing outside the cell.

“Tell me about the time you got kidnapped, how did that happen?” Brock asked him when he pulled a stool from the corner of the cell and sat in front of Markus. Markus’ arms were in shackles which hanged down from the ceiling.

He denied ever being kidnapped and received a punch in his stomach from Brock. Brock then asked the question again and he kept denying it. Another punch was thrown at this stomach and Markus had to cough up some blood. A third time Brock asked the question and when he was about to throw another punch, Markus interrupted him.

“Hold on general, I just wanted to see what kind of punches you throw. As your little Princess here, had told me that you have been hitting her.” Is what Markus said when he spat out some blood.

Brock, didn’t react to what he said and asked the same question again.

“Yes, yes, I got kidnapped when I was about five years old and the rebels tortured me for days. Then after a few weeks, your precious King rescued me, when he attacked the place, where the rebels had gathered.”

Brock continued to ask him more questions, like how he was able to cast a spell as he doesn’t have any mage powers and if he took something from his house when he got kidnapped. Both questions had to do with the things that bothered me.

When my dad had rescued him from the rebels, Markus was five years old. He wasn’t being send off to the Mage Tower as he didn’t have any mage powers. Instead he was trained in becoming a doctor at the castle. But when he was torturing me, he had this mage book and he could cast a spell that was in it. So, he had to have someone to teach him the language and give him the book, as he was too young to know anything about mages himself. This mage training, was something that had to take a lot of time and no one was to know about it either. And then there is the thing where he could actually cast the spell, how did he do that?

If Markus got help from outside the castle, who was this person then and what is his or her reason behind it? Was it specifically for my powers, or does this person have a bigger plan in mind?

Markus didn’t answer any questions, so Brock and Archeops had to take the next step in administering the torture.

They opened the shackles of Markus and together they put him on a T-shaped table where his arms were spread and tied up. His feet were bound together and tied up to the table as well. Archeops grabbed a towel and Brock filled a bucket of water with the water tap at the end of the dungeon.

“If you just tell me the truth, I might consider to kill you fast.” Brock said to him.

“Fuck you!” Markus yelled and Archeops put the towel tight on his face. Brock then slowly splashed a huge amount of water over it. I have seen this practice in movies, they tell in them that you get the feeling of drowning as you can’t breathe through a wet towel. The sight of Markus being tortured, wasn’t that difficult for me to watch.

I figured, I would want to leave pretty soon at the sight of it, but no, I stayed and watched how this sick bastard would become a miserable bundle of bones and flesh.