I didn't remember much about where I was or how I got there. All I felt were my hurting bones and head and that I was probably hanging by my hands shackled above me. I saw darkness for most of the time before something cold was poured onto me. I shivered lightly. I was wet now and I felt that all the blood has been washed from me. Then I opened my eyes to spot a large orc in front of me. He grabbed me by the neck. "Tell me, Gondorian. How many of your soldiers still remain in Pelennor and Minas Tirith?" - He asked me hardly, his voice was really unpleasant to hear. I remained silent. He laughed at me before removing my helmet and hitting me with much force right into my head. "Who are you? Speak now!" - He shouted then prepared to strike once more. I glanced up at him. "I won't tell you anything!" - I shouted then. The orc laughed once again before the cell door opened. I have seen the same clad in black faceless figure I have seen back on the battlefield. "He is mine..." - It hissed at the orc and as he left it leaned down and looked into my eyes with the flames that replaced his. I felt it piercing through my body. He put his skeletal hand on my chest and it pained me even more but I couldn't move. I kept myself from screaming and soon passed out from the pain.
I woke up to the door opening. My stomach growled. I've been here, from what I can tell, for three days and I've only been feed once. Everyday, three times a day The Wraith, as I've learned the things name is, comes and tortures me. So far he's pained most of my body, whipped me and used various types of water torture. Now as he goes up to the wall I don't even bother to look. "Now you will tell me everything..." - The Wraith then hissed. I looked up to see him holding a knife but as always I stayed silent. It leaned over and pushed the blade down on my skin. For the first time on my chest, for the second as well and then on my arm everytime making sure to miss the major arteries of my body. It didn't want to kill me yet, just to make me suffer. I clenched my teeth as the blade penetrated my skin causing the blood to flow and shut my eyes tight. I let out a painful moan after the third time. I didn't say anything even then but when it pressed down on my other arm I can't take anymore. It hissed and kept going, pressing harder. After a time it just looked at me with the flaming eyes once more. I was in so much pain from the open wounds. "Will you tell me what I want to know now?" - It hissed at me once again. I just kept glaring at it and said nothing. "Very well..." - He said with that cold, unforgettable voice and then called for the orcs. I felt them beating me up and I couldn't do anything about it. After a while I felt that I am fading into the nothingness once more and then I fell unconscious from the abnormal pain.
((OOC info: Content of this story might have been seen by Sarleya but that's not sure.))
