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Hell Cavern	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Thirty-Three
Falcon wanted to tell Rain to stop; there was only so much despair he could take. However, there was something the Sin'dorei was trying to show him so he endured.
He was a silent witness to Rain chained naked on a table as various demons drew out his magic, allowing just the bare minimal to support life and leaving him in a constant state of hunger. The next vision was of Rain working on a wooden box, Falcon's heart dropped as the hand around his squeezed tighter, it was the crate.
"They told me exactly how to build it, the measurements. I thought it was to hold my personal belonging for my new position. That I was building it so they could see if I was versatile with tools. I had no idea …"
Rain slid the amulet off his neck and when his overseers glanced away tucked it beneath a floorboard in the crate.
"I wasn't sure what my role would be but had a feeling it would be lesser than what I was so I hid Monel's necklace inside the crate. The cool touch and the memories tied to it was the only thing to get me through the times I was locked within."
The shadows shifted again. Falcon could only observe as Shaith appeared and ordered Rain to strip. After years of being a subordinate in Illidan's legion there was no pause as the Sin'dorei did as asked. Then the golden collar appeared and fear flickered across the pale face of the elf. Rain shook his head and pleaded. Appeals that were met with brutality as whips and chains appeared in the multiple-armed demon's hands. There was no retaliation from the cowering elf and after what felt like an eternity a bloody hand reached out for the collar lying on the ground and Rain slipped it around his slender neck. Shaith motioned toward the crate and the trembling Sin'dorei looked up at her in disbelief. Once again the whips fell. They continued their assault as Rain struggled to comply with his mistress's callous request and fit his body into the small crate. Finally the door slid shut.
"She left me there for a week," Rain whispered. "Once a day water was poured in from the top, which was the only nourishment I was offered."
Falcon was relived when the dreamscape changed again, he didn't have to dwell on the thought of being locked away in such a small cell for so long. As the mist disappeared Rain was being led by Shaith, she held a chain attached to his collar. The Sin'dorei had his head down; his ebony locks were matted with filth that seemed to cover his entire body. They went through a door and into a room that had a dozen collared females of various races lounging across plush pillows. A smaller demon placed Rain's crate along side a row of identical looking ones.
"Slave, look at me." Rain obediently raised his head. "Illidan played a little trick on both of us. My preference in sluts tends to be on those that have breasts nevertheless I will not turn down a gift from my Master. However these sluts are mine you do not touch them." One of her hands beckoned an ivory-haired Kaldorei over to her. The woman hurried and knelt at the demon's feet. "Slut, see that this child is bathed and scented so he is not unpleasant to be around. Afterwards he is to be used as the harem seems fit. You are not to use him for your sexual pleasure." The last came out as a warning to both of them.
"Why would we," the female said distastefully, "when we have you Mistress to appease our desires?"
Shaith disappeared from the vision and the look of revulsion vanished from the Night Elf's face. "Oh child, what did you do to anger your master so?"
"I was born it seems," Rain answered.
Falcon realized they were speaking in Common; the Sin'dorei had no hesitance in his voice as they conversed. He watched as the other females in the room approached and were just as gentle with him, a majority of them were night elves, there were a few gnomes and dwarves as well. They led him over to a communal bath and washed the grime from his hair and wrapped his cuts in bandages. Seems all had their magic hampered and were not able to heal him properly. Afterwards the images swiftly moved past. There was one where Rain was being taught how to sew, to repair the small amount of clothing they were allowed to wear. Another showed him scrubbing the floor at the feet of Shaith as she sat in a throne like chair with two naked females in her lap as they fondled one another.
"It doesn't seem like a horrible life, better than here," Falcon whispered.
"It was at the start and then ..."
The scene before them changed once again. This one had Rain dressed in a simple loincloth surrounded by female slaves as they all danced the seductive moves of the Dance of the Moonwell. The women bodies were entwined, Rain danced with practiced care keeping his flesh from touching theirs. All were singing in a common language. A scream of rage interrupted the dance and all involved dropped to their knees.
Rain's mother appeared. "You were supposed to suffer, not be coddled and sung lullabies too!"
"I'm not Father!" Rain shouted. "Why do you direct your rage toward me?"
"Mistress Edida, my apologies for not joining you sooner I was not told of your inspection." Shaith said as she materialized
"I'm not here for an inspection you dim-witted demon," she hissed.
"Then what may I do for you?" The demon asked.
"I come to find your slave dancing and singing with those whores like he's on a fucking holiday." Edida hissed.
"Perhaps I have granted him too much freedom with my sluts," Shaith acknowledged. "Slave, come here."
Trembling Rain approached and bowed before the demon. "Stand," she instructed. With little choice he did as asked. "Open your mouth."
"Please," Rain looked over at his mother pleading. Cold eyes returned the gaze.
"Open your mouth." Shaith repeated. "Or I'll break your jaw and open it myself."
Rain's mouth opened the demon inserted a slender finger between his lips. "Distasteful," she mumbled as she began to speak in an ancient language. Afterwards she removed her finger wiping it across Rain's cheek. "From here on out you will only speak in the common language that all can comprehend, understood?"
"Yes …" A scream of pain escaped Rain as he crumbled on the ground holding his head.
"Yes?" Shaith said with a cruel smile.
"Yes ..." Rain screamed again, "… Mistress."
His mother raised an eyebrow and looked up at the demon. "What did you do?"
"I made it extremely painful for him to speak in the common tongue," Shaith said. "I believe you won't find him conversing freely anymore with the sluts. However, I left his ability to speak his birth tongue intact." The demon laughed. "A lot of good it will do with these whores. Words possessed but cannot speak. I hope this pleases you Mistress Edida?"
"Yes," the Sin'dorei replied. "That will do."
"Enough!" Falcon's shout echoed through out the dreamscape and the images vanished. "I've seen enough," he said with a heavy sigh. "Please, Adran, please tell me there is something you dream about that isn't so depressing."
Out of the darkness came one final vision, a very familiar one. The inside of the hut he shared with his wife within the cavern. "Here," Rain whispered. "Here I dream happy dreams."
The druid wasn't aware his sadness could go deeper than it already was. He could escape to the forest of his youth in his mind when times got hard but all of Rain's life had been filled with such hopelessness that his only diversion was the cavern they call hell. Leading Rain into the vision he pulled him down on the furs, they were soft to the touch. Kneeling in front of the Sin'dorei, Falcon brushed a thumb against one of the damp cheeks of the other. "Thank you for sharing that with me, Adran. I know it could not have been easy for you."
"I wanted you to see the true me," Rain replied. "I'm not the simpleton you make me out to be …"
"I would never …"
Rain raised an eyebrow.
"You're right," Falcon sighed. The thumb moved from the cheek and brushed against Rain's lips. The elf opened his mouth and Falcon slid inside, brushing his finger against the warmth of the other. Searching for magic left behind by the demon.
"I've already tried cutting my tongue out and regrow …"
"You didn't!" Falcon shouted alarmed.
The pale elf shrugged. "It didn't work; I don't know what binds my knowledge."
A thought dawned to the druid. "So when you speak in the Common tongue outside this world it causes you pain?"
Again Rain shrugged. "It's okay … doesn't hurt as much anymore."
"You're a horrible liar," Falcon kissed Rain on the forehead. "But you can speak your birth tongue with no issues? So instead of teaching you our words, you'll just have to teach us yours. How about mental whispers, does it hurt you when you speak to me in our hearts?"
"No …"
"Then why don't you speak to me more freely there?" Falcon wondered.
"Never used heart speak before meeting you, it's hard." Rain admitted with a shrug.
"Never?" Falcon was confused even a child could communicate silently.
"My own name never brought me pain before …" Rain cocked his head to one side. "Faya is calling for us to wake up, she sounds frightened." Falcon instantly started to leave the dream when Rain caught his arm. "Please, I won't be able to wake immediately… protect her …" Then with a light shove backwards he fell free of Rain's subconscious and into his own.
"Akire!"
"I'm here Faya," Falcon whispered as he opened his eyes and found the worried faces of his clan looking down at him.

Author's Note: Flashbacks all done, hopefully that came across okay. Was the best way I could think of to explain some thing about Rain but keep the story in Falcon's point of view. As always if you get a moment please leave a review!
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