Dungeon

[Samuel]

"I won't mess up her thoughts, I even--" He paused "Fine" He walked out to go check on Anne

[Drax]

Drax removed the knife, freezing the wound shut afterwards. He sighed, hoping that would help a bit.

[Ilsa, Titania]

The cold didn't hurt so much. She already felt cold. But it stung and she groaned.

[Drax]

"Well, at least now she isn't bleeding," Drax noted, sitting on the ground in front of her. It wouldn't be smart to move her.

[Ilsa, Titania]

She rubbed her wrists, which had open sores all over, and opened her eyes with a gasp. "Did I faint? Tell me I didn't faint. Somebody shoot me."

[Drax]

"I don't think guns exist here," he replied, deciding not to answer the question.

[Ilsa, Titania]

She clenched her teeth and tried to sit up. "Are you going to torture me again?"

[Drax]

"Not unless you do something stupid," Drax answered, looking at her. Hmm...

[Ilsa, Titania]

"I hope we have the same definition of stupid," she said, touching the wound. "What did you do?"

[Drax]

"I froze it," Drax said. He could make water into ice, as weather magic was very diverse.

[Ilsa, Titania]

"So it'll bleed, once the ice melts?" She looked down at her wrists. Likely, she'd have ringlike scars on both of them.

[Drax]

"If it hasn't healed. In which case, I'll leave it to you to bandage," Drax answered, standing up.

[Ilsa, Titania]

She eyed the knife on the floor, wondering if he'd forgotten it. She discreetly moved her skirt over it. "I just want to go home. I want to take care of my brother."

[Drax]

"Well, you don't have an arkenstone," Drax said, using the wind to take the knife. "I remembered," he said, guessing her thoughts.

[Ilsa, Titania]

"Doesn't Sauron control it?" she asked, watching the knife fly away. She was lucky he didn't know about the necklace. "And you never really told me what you wanted me alive to do for you."

[Drax]

"If he didn't let me go home, what makes you think he'll let you?" he asked. "I want you to fight for me."

[Ilsa, Titania]

"Can't you take it from him, somehow, when he's busy? And I won't fight for you, so you might as well kill me."

[Ilsa, Titania]

((Hint: threaten the brother))

[Drax]

"Maybe I should. But, you've given me some other leverage. I hate our world. Maybe I'll just break the arkenstone. I wonder if you'll like it without this little bro of yours," Drax said, smirking evilly.

[Ilsa, Titania]

Her face went pale. "You wouldn't. He couldn't live without me."

[Drax]

"So? I'm a monster, in your own words," Drax said, laughing. The nice guy was gone.

[Ilsa, Titania]

((Internet failure. It's back now))

She stood, strengthened by her anger. "He's only five years old! How could you do that!?"

[Drax]

"I've destroyed entire towns. Why would I care about a single child?" Drax asked, even though it might actually be hard to kill a kid in cold blood.

[Ilsa, Titania]

Tears spilled out of her eyes and she attacked him. She knew it was useless. Her fists had about as much power as noodles, but she did it anyway.

[Drax]

Drax stood there and took it, retaining his wicked smile, even though he didn't feel like it. "So, what'll it be, your friends lives or that little boy back home?" he asked, chuckling.

[Ilsa, Titania]

She stepped back, and then looked away, sobbing into her hands. She stopped herself. "If... if I join you, will you convince Sauron to send me back to him?"

[Drax]

"In time, I think I could chip away at ol' helmet face," Drax said, shrugging.

[Ilsa, Titania]

"I- I won't. Not until he agrees. Not until he's promised to send me home."

[Drax]

"Then no deal. I'll go break the arkenstone now," Drax said, turning towards the stairs.

[Ilsa, Titania]

"No! Please!" She stepped forward. The wound in her side began to drip blood. "He's only five, Drax. Please, I'm begging you."

[Drax]

"Then you know what you need to do," Drax said, freezing the wound again.

[Ilsa, Titania]

"I... I accept your terms." She clapped a hand to her mouth and began to cry.

[Drax]

"Good. I'll set up a living space for you immediately," Drax said, smirking back at her, before walking up the steps.

[Ilsa, Titania]

She fell to her knees in her cage and wept into her skirt. They hadn't come. They could have saved her -saved her brother. "Legolas, why didn't you see me?" she sobbed.

[Ilsa, Titania]

((Time skip?))

[[deleted user]]

((Woah! BREAKTHROUGH!))

[Ilsa, Titania]

((IKR??))

[[deleted user]]

Branwen, Legolas, Aragorn, and Woodsong, were all thrown in seperate dungeons, chained up, but they could all see and hear one another. Branwen stared at the cold floor, still planning in her mind.

[Ilsa, Titania]

A few minutes later, Melissa came down with a box.

((They should get a ring on her! It'd be like Kreacher, but cuter! Well, not yet, but eventually. I want to try evil for a bit.))

[[deleted user]]

"And what is in that?" Woodsong asked her.

[Ilsa, Titania]

"Presents. I'm Father Christmas."

[[deleted user]]

"Liar. Their Slave Rings. I can feel it." Branwen said making a foul face.

[Ilsa, Titania]

"Free jewelry. It's hard to refuse such a generous gift."

[[deleted user]]

"Unless its cursed." Branwen scoffed.

[Ilsa, Titania]

She shrugged and went up to Woodsong, who was chained to the wall. She opened the box. "Aw! This one looks like it'd suit you." She plucked it out and twiddled it between her fingers.

[[deleted user]]

"You really are a pig." Woodsong said to Melissa laughing.

[Ilsa, Titania]

"Honestly, no need for insults. I haven't killed any of you yet." She put the ring on his finger. "As your master, I command you to refrain from harming yourself, or any others. You are to be a warrior on our side of this war."

[[deleted user]]

Woodsong shook in anger glaring at the girl with hate his hand clenching in fists. "Go ahead and kill me it wouldn't be the first time." He hissed his voice laced with venom.

[Ilsa, Titania]

"I'm too cruel for that." She walked into the next cell, with Branwen. "You need some touch up commands. You are not to defend yourself. You are not to fight; you are not to try to escape. Believe that you will never escape. You are not to harm yourself in any way. You may not cut off your finger or allow others to do so."

[[deleted user]]

Branwen fought against the power, but made a face like she had given up. She nodded.