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Betrayed	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 1360 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lineage2 nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty two
- 23-Twenty three
- 24-Twenty four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty-Nine
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Groaning softly, Starr winced in pain. Her eyelids fluttered open and she forced her head upwards to look around.
Darkness. There was no trace of light anywhere.
But she didn’t need light to know where she was. She was back in the dark elven caverns, deep in their homelands. It was the only place Thiefiell felt safe.
She was sitting down, back against a wall, with her wrists above her in shackles and her legs stretched out in front of her. Mercifully, her legs weren’t bound as well and she slowly bent her knees. She stayed in that position for an undetermined amount of time, waiting for the pain in her head and arm to subside to a more bearable degree. Focusing intently, she determined that her arm was no longer bleeding, which was a relief. But probably because it was being held up above her head, which would’ve naturally slowed the bleeding until it stopped. If it’d been a healing spell, the pain wouldn’t have been present.
She was also freezing, and she was distressed to discover that her armor was missing. For a horrifying moment she feared she was completely without clothing, but as she shifted she was grateful to detect that this wasn’t the case.
The complete and total silence was unnerving. There was absolutely no sound, not even the rustle of vermin could be heard, nor any drips or gurgles of errant water.
Her mouth felt dry and parched, her stomach rumbled with hunger. How long had she been here? Judging by her thirst, she’d guess at least two, possibly three, days.
A sudden and loud noise made her jump, and she realized that a door she hadn’t been able to see had swung open. She squinted against the cold and bright light of a spell, the harsh blue-white light momentarily blinding her. She could feel a presence kneel before her just before harsh hands gripped her chin, long nails digging in painfully.
“Where is Nathavin?! Where is he hiding?!”
Mustering her strength, Starr ripped her chin out of the painful grasp. Intense pain flared through her as her interrogator backhanded her. Her attacker grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head to the side painfully.
“Where. Is. Nathavin?!”
Gritting her teeth against the pain, Starr cracked her eyes open. The dark elven woman’s eyes glittered malevolently as she stared back at Starr.
Ciat glared down at the light elf. How had such a weak thing managed to enthrall Shin? Truthfully she didn’t care about Nathavin’s whereabouts, she only asked because she’d been tasked to discover his location. She was much more interested in where Shin was, but usually where Nathavin was, so was Shin. Which meant that finding out where Nathavin was, was her best bet at locating Shin.
She sneered hatefully at the light elf. “Tell me where he is, little bird, and I’ll end your wretched life quickly.”
“How should I know where he is?” Starr snapped, despite the pain. She hated Nathavin, but she wouldn’t betray him to these elves. As much as she hated him, he was better than Thiefiell.
“Don’t you play dumb with me! I know that he and Shin helped you escape!” Releasing the light elf’s hair, she slapped her hard, letting her nails scratch across the light elf’s cheeks before leaning back in to grip her hair once more.
Gripping the chains at her wrists, Starr braced herself and slammed her head forward, headbutting the dark elf and knocking her off balance. Twisting as much as she could, she then lashed out with her feet, kicking the elf away from her. The pain in her head was blinding, but she remembered a mantra Aleyel had taught her to block out the pain. Although it wasn’t a spell, the focus it took to repeat it took her mind off the physical pain briefly.
Tasting blood, Ciat spat as she straightened herself. She was surprised to find that there was a steady stream pouring from her busted lips and gums. “You light bitch!” She growled lowly and angrily, a hand gently pressing against her mouth as she checked the damage. “You nearly cost me a tooth!”
“Pity…” Starr rasped, bracing herself for another attack. “Guess I’ll have to try harder next time…”
∞
When the door slid open again, Starr raised her head wearily. She’d half expected to see her tormentor, but instead another figure paced slowly into her cell. Her vision blurred and distorted, a result of her nearly swollen shut right eye, she struggled to focus on the figure.
Crouching down slowly, Torvynaar tsk’d at her. “Oh dear, looks like Ciat did a number on you.” He gently brushed some strands of hair out of her face. “I told her to be nice… really, I did.”
Standing, he paced back to the door, reached outside it, and then returned carrying a bucket of fresh water with a ladle. Scooping some water into the ladle, he held it out for her to drink. “She’s just going to get worse, might as well tell her what she wants to know.”
When Starr turned her head away, he tutted. “Come now, you must drink. No sense in refusing water. There’s no telling when I’ll get a chance to bring you more and you’ve already gone two and a half days without it.”
Starr scoffed openly, she didn’t trust him in the slightest.
“You wound me with your distrust.” Torvynaar intoned sorrowfully. Tilting his head as he pondered her, he brought the ladle to his lips and drank the water. “See? Nice and cool, no poison, I promise.”
Silence stretched between them.
With a sigh, he stood up. “Well, since you are refusing my overture of friendship, I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way…” He set the bucket of water back outside and grabbed a series of items from outside and brought them inside the cell.
Starr’s gaze narrowed as he turned holding a strip of cloth and approached her. “Last chance…” He drawled quietly, his calm voice completely at odds with his actions.
She struggled, but it was no use, she was soon blindfolded. He stepped away from her and moved to her left. The sound of grinding gears filled the room and she felt her arms being pulled upward and she had to quickly pull her legs under her as the shackles pulled her into a standing position. But once she was up, the chains raised her arms high above her head so that she was forced to stand on her toes.
“Ups-a-daisy!” He said cheerfully. “I bet you’d prefer to stand for a bit. You’ve been sitting for quite some time.”
She heard him pace across the room and pick something up. As he came closer, her ears detected the faintest sound of something rustling through the air.
“We’ll start with something simple and then we’ll progress to more difficult questions, shall we?” He began. “What color is your hair?”
When she remained silent, he approached and let her feel what he had in his hand. “This won’t cause lasting damage, but it will sting.”
Terror gripped her as she felt the soft, thin, leather strands of a cat-o-nine tails. Desperate to distract him, she blurted out. “Why do you want to know what color my hair is? You already know that!”
“If you can’t tell me something simple, something I already know, then how will you ever be able to tell me something I don’t know? Such as, where is Nathavin?” He replied, as if explaining to a child. “Now, what color is your hair?” He waited a beat and then swung the cat.
Starr yelped as the leather strands made contact with her stomach.
“Oh, come now, that wasn’t even a halfway good swing.” He commented conversationally.
To prove his point, he aimed at the wall next to her and fully swung the flogger at full force. The strands whistled through the air. Unable to see where he’d aimed and anticipating the hit, Starr screamed involuntarily. She felt the air move past her as the strands slapped against the stone wall powerfully.
Again, silence fell between them as they each took stock of the situation.
“What color is your hair?”
∞
Hours later, Torvynaar stepped out of the cell and closed the door.
“Well?” Thiefiell questioned impatiently.
“They have trained her well. It will take time.” Torvynaar responded with a shrug.
“We don’t have time! Break her!”
Torvynaar caught Thiefiell’s gaze with a steely glare. “If we do too much, too fast, we’ll kill her before we get the answers we seek.”
Thiefiell cursed sharply as he turned to leave. “Make sure you get them!”
A footfall behind him caused Torvynaar to turn slightly. Catching sight of Ciat, his eyes narrowed in anger. “What did I tell you about interrogating prisoners?” He hissed dangerously.
She lifted her chin. “That light bitch knows where Shin is…”
He cut her off swiftly. “Forget Shin! He’ll never choose you! Never!” He stepped toward Ciat aggressively. “If you go in that cell again I will slice you open myself!” She should never have been sent in there to question the light elf. She had a personal grievance and could not effectively interrogate her.
Ciat’s fists clenched at her sides, but she knew better than to argue with him, remembering that, like Shin, he was a highly skilled assassin and could kill her easily. The two had even been considered equals and it had irked Thiefiell to no end that Shin had chosen to ally himself with Nathavin.
∞
Far away, in Nathavin’s fortress, Shin paced, his expression grim and worried.
And angry.
He shot another angered glare at Nathavin, who was engaged in conversation with several of his spies, and taking far too long to effect a rescue. But he also knew that rushing into their homelands without a plan was suicide.
And could potentially end with her death if they weren’t careful.
As Nathavin drew away from his spies and toward him, he forced himself to relax and fall into step beside him.
“I know where she is.” Nathavin spoke quietly and quickly, explaining all that he’d learned from his operatives. “It will not be easy, but they have assured me that they can safely get you in, but you will have to get yourselves out. The cells have been warded against all types of escape magic, and that protection extends for several miles.”
“Not a problem.” Shin snapped, his patience thin.
“No, the problem will be Torvynaar.” Nathavin responded sharply, halting swiftly as Shin abruptly stopped in his tracks.
“That bastard has her? You’re sure of this?” As Nathavin nodded wordlessly, Shin’s lip unconsciously curled in a feral expression. “I’ll kill him if he’s hurt her…”
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