Rape, pillage and burn (Closed)

Ragnar only grinned at her before he added the last weight he had. He wanted to go bed the woman who had entered his room but not yet Laura's pride still needed to be broken before. he would do that in front of her. "See what your pride will get you more pain." He said still hearing her scream.
 
It was cutting into her! It was cutting into her! She could feel it go in like a giant knife. Sweat dripped from all over her body, turning light pink where it mixed with the blood seeping out. She was too tired to scream, and her head sagged forward as she pressed her eyes shut and fell into the agony.
 
Ragnar could tell that her pride wouldn't get in the way this time if he asked her to beg this time. He let her set there for a couple more minutes before he spoke to her. " Now we are going to try again beg me to let you down and for medical aid or you will continue to set there till I figure something better out that will break you!" He shouted at Laura making sure he was heard .
 
"NO! NO! NOOO! I WILL NOT BEG! DAMN YOU!", she shouted through her tears, eyes still pressed shut. Her entire middle was on fire, pulsing and throbbing. She did not dare to look down, but it felt like she was being cut in half. Maybe she was. A giant searing blade was between her legs, and there was no escape.
 
Ragnar grabs her chin and gently moves Laura's head up so he could see her face. "No.No. no no no what? You would think that you would make sure I understood what you're saying no to. especially seeing how if you prolong this any farther you risk infection. So do you want me to stop and get the apothicary?" he asked her making sure she knew what he wanted answered this time.
 
She opened her eyes for a moment, but could see nothing but a blur through her streaming tears. It had to be him, so, with her last strength, she screamed: "I WILL NOT GIVE IN! LEAVE ME ALONE!". Then, she slumped back and hung limply from her chains. She was conscious....barely. Just too exhausted to do anything but sit in her own personal hell.
 
Ragnar could only look at her before he said " lets see if you can last like that until dinner." He knew she would still be willing to take the pain but for how long? He left the chamber leaving her to set in her own pain and anguish. He quickly made. his way to his bath. He needed to bathe because he forgot to do so all of yesterday and he could smell himself. "No wonder she didn't beg for relief. I would have said no as well to get away from myself." He thought to hi
 
Until dinner? When was that? What time was it? How long was she on there? It all blurred together for her. For the first time, she felt something like dread. The pain was insane. Maybe she was insane? It chopped her thoughts into pieces, made everything blur together. She felt cold and clammy, as if she was about to faint - but then she just vomited out most of what she had eaten. No, she would not faint. She would have to endure.
 
Ragnar knew she wasn't in the chamber that long but telling her that he was going to see what she would say at dinner would make setting on the horse alot wrose than if he said nothing. Laura now didn't know what time it was would have her mind racing and eventually it would get the better of her.He walks into the chamber to see she had vomited and asked "are you ready to beg to get off of that thing yet?"
 
Who was there? Where was she? She roused herself from her half-conscious slump and turned her head to face him. "Go to hell", she croaked hoarsely when she recognized her tormentor. She felt as if she was dying, as if the sword that was cutting her in half was sapping away her life.
 
Ragnar was pleased to see that she was still holding on to her resolve to not give in. He looked at her for a bit before saying "you know that the pain you are feeling now will be worse when you try to stand. It will feel like someone is sticking red hot knives through your hips." He stood there and waited to hear her response.
 
She looked at him with half-open eyes - eyes which still held a little of her former fire as she gathered the remains of her spirit. "I am nearly dead. Am I weak enough for you now, you coward?". Each word took endless time to speak through her pain and exhaustion, but it felt good. She was dying in agony. She had nothing to lose! It gave her a strange sort of courage.
 
"You not dying the sweat mixing blood makes it look worse than it really is. Also the pain is also making feel like death is near but it is only taking your energy away." He said to her. He started to walk away but turned around to say "your no where near dead the blood loss you are having now would take a lot longer to die from."
 
"Oh, that is a comfort", she muttered bitterly. When she saw him leave, her heart jumped in her chest, and she almost wanted to call out to him. No! No! Do not leave me on this thing! How long would he be gone this time? Every moment stretched to an eternity. She kept quiet, though.
 
Ragnar knew that she was showing signs of weakness even though Laura wasn't showing it. Her body was showing him all he needed to see the vomiting,the sweating, and how her body wanted to slump over. He knew if he kept leaving and coming back eventually she will beg for him to take her off of the horse. He left to do some chores he needed done like sharpening his blades and repairing his armor.
 
She cried as she saw him leave. Softly, at first. Then, so loud that it reverberated from the walls. Pain. So much pain. Cold. The beginnings of fear. And no hope but to give in to a man she hated. Or to die. But the blade between her legs only made her feel like she was being cut apart. By the way she felt, she was about to fall off the horse, neatly sliced in half. She knew it was just a feeling, that she was very much alive...unfortunately.
 
Raganr could hear her crying and didn’t bother getting up to go talk to her some more and see if she was ready to give in to him and beg for him to let her off of the horse. He had another thing planned for her tomorrow he was debating on whether or not to tar and feather her and hang her up so all the men could see or just hang her up naked and let the men see her maidenhood.
 
Freezing, shivering, with the relentless pain between her legs, she fell into a dreamlike state. Or maybe a nightmare. No sleep, though. Every time she sought refuge in sleep, the tiniest shift in her body sent a bolt through her and startled her awake with a short shriek.
 
Ragnar walked back into the chamber and said “are you ready to beg me to let you off that horse or am I going to have to find a way to break your pride? I could always hang you up in the square where everybody walks through and let my men see your naked body.” He walked over to the horse and lifts up Laura’s head so she could see him.
 
She would have loved to spit at him, but her mouth was dry from fear and screaming. Too dry to even speak properly. Her eyes were open wide in agony as she choked out: "I'd rather die." Yes, death. She was longing for it. Why did this monstrous instrument deny her that?
 
Ragnar looks at Laura and says to her “you know that none of the devices that I am going to use will cause instant death some of them may cause death but it will be over a period of time.” He let go of her head and put some pressure on the weights near him with his foot. “You sure you want to die first? If you beg me to stop you can get those baths you enjoy, some food, water, and some sleep without pain.
 
Aargh! Yes, she wanted to die! She wanted to die! She let out a hoarse squeal and fainted for a moment. No answer from her when she came to. Just incoherent babbling. The relief of unconsciousness had just lasted a few blinks. Then she was back again, suffering again.
 
"Too bad you're not going to get death just pain. I guess you're going to get to experience the pain of hunger and thurst as well." Ragnar said letting go of Laura's face as he began to back away from her. He didn't know how much longer she was going to last but he was going to show her he could out last her.
 
The thirst... her throat was dry as sand and hurt from screaming so much. Just as she was getting used to the pain between her legs (as much as you could get used to being sliced apart by a giant knife), another desperate agony appeared. It was worse than the pain. Her head began to throb with a headache, and she would have almost given up just for some water.
 
Ragnar left grabbing himself a bit to eat and drink just because he was willing to let Laura go without food and water didn't mean he had to. He stayed within ear shot of the chamber so if she finally got the idea and began to beg he could hear her and let her down off of that thing. After some time he went back in with two cups filled with clean water. He just stood there drinking one cup while hold the other.
 
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