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Angiet is a big Fat Bitch! This has been written with the express aim of upsetting Aprilkat - not really honey! And you know it is going to have a big smoochy happy ending eventually.
Lots of warnings, m’preg, non con, ruffians, hurt etc
Frodo crouched in the darkest corner of his cell and stared at the opposite wall. Since the fight in the cottage he had little or no idea of what had been happening around him. He had vague images of trying to run or fight, then nothing. He was so weary, weary beyond measure but every time he tried to sleep such visions came before his eyes that he sat up again.
Three times now food and water had been shoved in under the door but he ignored it. It seemed hardly relevant to him, even if he could have willed his body to movement. He felt so heavy. It was all he could do to keep himself propped up against the cold stone wall, his fingers tightly clenched in the blanket which was now his only covering.
He could not remember the last time he had felt the baby move and wondered if it were even still alive. But even grief over its death could not reach him. He felt barely alive himself and sometimes wondered how he was managing still to breathe in and out.
He supposed he would die now, far from family and friends. He had tried so hard to stay alive in the ruffian’s cottage.
Light stirred him from his reverie and the heavy sounds of a key being placed in the lock and turned. He managed to turn his head slightly to see two cloaked and hooded figures entering the cell. He looked up at them with eyes probably as dull and lifeless as he now felt.
A hand, not ungentle, reached under his arm and he was brought to his feet where he staggered for a moment as his head spun and darkness threatened to blind him. He steadied after a moment, managing to keep to his feet. Heavy chains were placed once more about his wrists and he wanted to be able to tell them it was unnecessary. He had lost all will to run, even to live. If breathing had been a conscious thing he would have stopped doing it days ago.
He walked, one step in front of the other, where he was led. Daylight blinded him once more and he flung up his hands to protect his eyes before remembering the heavy chains which pulled at his arms. His eyes watered as he blinked. He was being led up a short flight of rough wooden steps and he stumbled more than once. A hand came out to steady him. He was being led onto a small wooden platform, high above the ground. Blinking he saw a wooden beam above him, a cross bar, and a lone rope hanging from it, a loop at one end.
The three of them came to a halt directly below the rope and Frodo looked up at it. He could see the heavy twist of the rope, little rough ends catching the light. He took a deep sobbing breath as awareness returned to his body.
Hands guided him forwards and he watched the rope come closer as it was drawn over his head. It chaffed against the skin of his neck and jaw, brushing over his sensitive ear tips. He looked beyond it, into the blue sky and in a moment was suddenly aware of the baby’s furious kick within him, and then the rope tightened and the floor fell away from beneath his feet.
Tbc
Tbc
Lots of warnings, m’preg, non con, ruffians, hurt etc
Frodo crouched in the darkest corner of his cell and stared at the opposite wall. Since the fight in the cottage he had little or no idea of what had been happening around him. He had vague images of trying to run or fight, then nothing. He was so weary, weary beyond measure but every time he tried to sleep such visions came before his eyes that he sat up again.
Three times now food and water had been shoved in under the door but he ignored it. It seemed hardly relevant to him, even if he could have willed his body to movement. He felt so heavy. It was all he could do to keep himself propped up against the cold stone wall, his fingers tightly clenched in the blanket which was now his only covering.
He could not remember the last time he had felt the baby move and wondered if it were even still alive. But even grief over its death could not reach him. He felt barely alive himself and sometimes wondered how he was managing still to breathe in and out.
He supposed he would die now, far from family and friends. He had tried so hard to stay alive in the ruffian’s cottage.
Light stirred him from his reverie and the heavy sounds of a key being placed in the lock and turned. He managed to turn his head slightly to see two cloaked and hooded figures entering the cell. He looked up at them with eyes probably as dull and lifeless as he now felt.
A hand, not ungentle, reached under his arm and he was brought to his feet where he staggered for a moment as his head spun and darkness threatened to blind him. He steadied after a moment, managing to keep to his feet. Heavy chains were placed once more about his wrists and he wanted to be able to tell them it was unnecessary. He had lost all will to run, even to live. If breathing had been a conscious thing he would have stopped doing it days ago.
He walked, one step in front of the other, where he was led. Daylight blinded him once more and he flung up his hands to protect his eyes before remembering the heavy chains which pulled at his arms. His eyes watered as he blinked. He was being led up a short flight of rough wooden steps and he stumbled more than once. A hand came out to steady him. He was being led onto a small wooden platform, high above the ground. Blinking he saw a wooden beam above him, a cross bar, and a lone rope hanging from it, a loop at one end.
The three of them came to a halt directly below the rope and Frodo looked up at it. He could see the heavy twist of the rope, little rough ends catching the light. He took a deep sobbing breath as awareness returned to his body.
Hands guided him forwards and he watched the rope come closer as it was drawn over his head. It chaffed against the skin of his neck and jaw, brushing over his sensitive ear tips. He looked beyond it, into the blue sky and in a moment was suddenly aware of the baby’s furious kick within him, and then the rope tightened and the floor fell away from beneath his feet.
Tbc
Tbc