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RAGEFIRE CAPTIVE

by Merle

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Any creative criticism is much-welcomed! Please tell me anything that could use some work! Also, since no-one seems to be able to tell this - Jateej's name is pronounced "ya tee ya". I don't understand what's so confusing about it, it makes perfect sense in Elvish. :)

All characters are copyright me, but feel free to use 'em in whatever (just give credit where it is due, please). Also, please link me if you do, I'd love to see it!

Now, sit back and relax, and enjoy Ragefire Captive...(based on a true story!)

Part 4 - Cooldown

Jateej breathed.

For some reason, she couldn't seem to think clearly - her brow furrowed as she tried to remember why, then the thought slipped away and she wondered vaguely what she had just been thinking about, and why it seemed so important.

Her eyes were relaxed, open but not very focused on the dull red rock that filled her field of view; that seemed strange to her, though she could not tell why. She was content to watch the floor, taking in long, deep breaths through the gag in her mouth - another twinge of uncertainty at that - and listened without much interest to the ever-present rumble of lava beneath.

There seemed to be words mixed with the rumble as well, guttural and unpleasant, but they were oddly quiet and she couldn't care to focus on them.

In fact, aside from the pain between her legs and the worrying numbness in her shoulders, she was almost comfortable.

Jateej's eyes had just drifted shut, the elf's breathing slowing, when a shock of ice-cold water drenched her from the waist down; the bucketful caught her rear and washed over the welts left by - another shiver of vague fear - her captor's attentions. As her skin chilled, the whip-marks woke, beginning to send a throbbing ache up her spine. Jateej moaned, shifting her weight as that sense of quiet, unthinking calm began slipping.

A rough hand slid over her ass, squeezing possessively, and Jateej found energy enough to whimper as the touch worsened the whip's lasting sting. Some part of her mind was fully aware, a chill of dread rushing down her spine to meet the heat left by the beating, but for some reason her eyes still refused to focus and she couldn't seem to lift her head.

That strange, quiet calm, already fading, vanished like down on the breeze when Jateej's arms were unchained from the pillar above. Feeling flooded back into shoulders as the elf's hands, still tied together, dropped to her back and blood rushed through strained joints - a tide of pain that choked Jateej's throat closed, cutting off her scream to a soft animal sound of pain as the once-proud paladin collapsed into a shuddering heap, tears rolling freely down her cheeks. When she finally managed a breath, it came in quick, hoarse gasps and left her in mewling whimpers.

Another bucketful of freezing water splashed over the exhausted elf, this one pouring over her face, wetting her far-too-dry mouth and leaving her hair to hang in heavy tendrils. Strong arms locked under hers and hauled Jateej to her feet; still awash in the pain of her tortured shoulders, the elf's head lolled back, a delirious moan escaping through the gag.

The warlock who had greeted her when she first woke to this hell tilted her head to lock his eyes with hers; when she dully looked away, shivering, he grinned and released her. Jateej sobbed quietly, limp between the two orc males supporting her.

Her hearing returned as the pain in her shoulders gradually faded; she managed to raise her gaze, staring at the warlock's back as he turned to his fellows and began to speak. The orc boasted of his breaking of one of the vaunted blood elf warriors, of how she would bear many strong offspring as his concubine, his slave through right of conquest - but then he turned, and the expression on the warlock's face chilled Jateej to her bones.

"On the other hand..." he said, his voice an obscene purr, "It would be unfair to you, my bond-companions, to keep this sweet a prize to myself...and slaves are plentiful. This slut will serve the Burning Blade better with her broken, well-used body laid across Thrall's threshold for her people to see the worthlessness of this Warchief. Until then, she is yours!"

As the orcs to her sides hauled her off the floor entirely, her arms still numb and useless, Jateej could do nothing more than watch the more than thirty leering orcs rise in a wave and rush to meet her.