The Whippings

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Snap.

Scream.

Repeat.

Thirteen times for thirteen dwarves, that is what they said.

I didn't fight back.

For the first time in quite a while, I didn't resist when they whipped me. Zylondír watched from the doorway, his eyes never leaving mine.

Snap.

Scream.

Repeat.

I wondered how the dwarves were doing.

Snap.

Scream.

Repeat.

I must have been pretty special to earn King Thranduil's wrath. After all, I could've just been locked up.

Snap.

Scream.

Repeat.

Did Fili really love me? No, he... he wouldn't. I'm too hurt, too damaged, too scarred. The concept of love left me all those years ago.

Snap.

Scream.

Repeat.

Who knew I would die in Mirkwood?

Snap.

Scream.

Repeat.

All of my armor was in a large pile by the door. I was now stripped down to my pants, and no shirt. Stripped my clothes, stripped my shame.

Snap.

Scream.

Repeat.

I could fight back. These elves could be taken down. But what good would it do?

Snap.

Scream.

Repeat.

Why did I inherit such a temper? My tongue has gone too far without being tamed.

Snap.

Scream.

Repeat.

Once again, my body had no moisture left to drain. Invisible tears, invisible pain.

Snap.

Scream.

Repeat.

Do skin-changers go to an afterlife?

Snap.

Scream.

Repeat.

If only I could see Radagast again.

Snap.

Scream.

Repeat.

More scars. More hurt. More reminders. More cause.

Snap.

Scream.

Repeat.

I love you Mira.

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This was just Kyja's torture scene. You don't really have to count it as a chapter.

I don't think it's necessary to ask what you all thought, because I have several predictions.

You may be disappointed that she didn't fight back. However, she did finally learn a lesson- Submission.

Feel free to comment what you thought.

Picture to the right is the whip that the elves used.

No, I've never been severely whipped.

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