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Original story by: Courgus

Translated by: Erazaa

The darkness before Varshgar's eyes lifted very gradually. His vision was still cloudy and it was very difficult for him to perceive even rudimentary details. He sensed that he must be in a room because the environment seemed warm. There was also a source of fire that warmed his fur. In his twilight state the wolf could make out that it was next to him. The fire warmed his fur. For him it had been a pleasant feeling that he felt.

Even though he slowly regained consciousness, he still could not move. No matter how hard he tried, his body would not obey him. His vision became clearer and clearer as he opened his eyes more and more. Slowly but surely he could perceive that he was in a large room. The walls were brick, but the room itself was cold.

He looked around as well as his vision allowed, but he couldn't see anything more. His eyes were still too dull to recognize more.

He closed them again and tried to spare them for a moment. Once more he opened them and slowly recognized more details.

He looked around and saw some strange things standing in this room. Strange benches and apparatuses stood here and with every moment that passed he wondered more and more where he would be.

"What is this place... ? Where am I?" he asked himself as his attention was drawn to the door.

The wooden door was just unlocked and shortly thereafter also opened.

Slowly a person stepped into the room but the person didn't seem familiar to Varshgar let alone that he could recognize or even perceive his smell.

The person approached Varshgar and looked at him for a moment.

He watched Varshgar and saw that he was trying to look him in the eye. Then the person grinned menacingly and abruptly punched him in the face.

Again Varshgar's eyes went black and he drifted away.

Varshgar woke up again after some time. However, he did not know what time it might be. His face was slightly swollen from the hit he had received. It was even harder for him to open his eyes now, slowly but surely he succeeded.

The wolf looked around again and peered out the window. The sun had moved a good distance. But since he couldn't see it and didn't know where he was exactly, it was impossible for him to say when the sun would set.

However, his awakening did not go unnoticed. The person who had hit him in the face before was sitting on a chair not far from Varshgar. On the table next to him some tools were laying.

Again he eyed Varshgar and looked at him closely.

His evil grin adorned his face, as it had before. Varshgar would have liked to wipe it off his face, but he could not move. His gaze dropped and he noticed that he was hanging slightly above the ground, just high enough that his feet could not touch it.

His view moved up and he noticed that his paws were bound together. He was handig from the ceiling like a piece of meat which was hung up for drying.

“What will he do now?" he thought and kept a straight face.

Then he looked into the human's face and eyes again. It took a moment for the human to force a reaction from himself.

He rose from his chair and turned to the table.

In a silent moment he turned his attention to the tools spread out there and began to speak.

>>I don't know if you can understand me. But I will say it anyway. You are, as you have surely noticed, a prisoner. What I can assure you is that this is not all. You were brought here because you killed our people. In the small hunter's camp on the outskirts of our town. Furthermore, you dared to harm Baron Ragoht. He is the liege lord of these lands.<<

Then the human fell silent again and his words echoed in Varshgar's head.

"... Because you killed our people..."

Hearing this once again in his head, he snorted contemptuously.

Surprised by his guest's gesture, he turned his head over to Varshgar.

>>Oh... I see. So you can understand me.<< the human said with a wry grin.

>>If so... Then perhaps I can elicit other sounds from you as well...<< he said.

But this time there was an icy coldness in his voice like he had never heard before. The spoken words of the human had been so ice-cold that one could already hear the malice in it. So dark and so full of malice that Varshgar would hardly have thought it possible.

Then the human took a knife from the table and walked over to Varshgar. He now stood in front of him with the blade in his right hand and grabbed Varshgar's face with his left. He grabbed him by his muzzle and squeezed it.

>>Do you like that?<< he asked while pressing the pommel of the knife on the bandage.

Right on the place where the rest of the bolt was still stuck. Pain jerked through his body as the bolt head seemed to bore in a little further. Actually he wanted to roar but he didn't want to give this satisfaction to his abuser. Instead he bared his teeth and growled.

>>Ah... I see. You are in pain. Why do you think? Shall I take a look?<< he asked coldly and cut open the bandage. He revealed the wound that Baron Ragoht had inflicted on him.

>>What do we have here? A wound from a bolt?<< he asked. But this time a grin adorned the ugly face of the human.

Varshgar could not guess what would come next, but he was determined to give everything to resist his torture.

For a moment there seemed to be silence, but apparently only because the human was thinking about what he could do now. But this deceptive silence was short-lived as the human grabbed Varshgar's thigh and squeezed.

The pain he felt was so intense that he began to growl. That he could elicit these sounds from his victim pleased the human very much. He enjoyed it that his guest began to writhe in pain. The sight put him in ecstasy, but then he abruptly let go and put the knife on the table. Without wasting another word he left the room and locked the door behind him.

But even after the human had loosened the grip on his thigh, he still felt the pain running through his body. Intense were the spurs he felt just as if he was still gripping.

Gradually Varshgar's eyes went black. He found it harder and harder to stay awake. But he fought it with all his might.

"I...have to get free...have to get out of here somehow." he thought to himself.

And the harder he thought, the clearer the situation became. As soon as this human would be back, he would surely continue with it. At the point where he had stopped so abruptly. Besides, Varshgar was sure that he had other things planned for him. But one thing was important to him. He would never reveal the locations of his clan mates. He would rather die than betray this.

"Somehow... I have to get out of here..." he pondered.

The chains were tightly wrapped around his wrists. No matter how he jerked and tugged they just wouldn't give way. His paws just wouldn't fit through. Apart from that, since he had no contact with the ground, he had hardly any strength to pull the chains out of their anchorage. But again and again he tried to free himself from the chains. Again and again he tugged and jerked at them. But they were his prison. His personal hell in this room.

Finally he gave in and let himself hang. He just couldn't move a meter forward.

Since he couldn't do anything right now, he let his gaze wander and he came across the window and the world behind it. From here he could see it. Wide green meadows and trees. He had traveled far, until now, to help his tribe get to safety and ensure that they could continue to live.

Lost in thought of his clan, he did not notice the door being unlocked again. It took a moment for a petite person to enter the room. Gently, careful not to wake the sleeping guard at the door, she closed the door behind her.

Carefully she approached Varshgar, but he was still distracted.

His thoughts circled around his clan. As it looked to him, he had probably seen his people for the last time.

While he silently said goodbye to them, a tear ran down his cheek. And finally it overwhelmed him and he shook his head as more of them joined him.

The petite person stood in front of him and saw that Varshgar was suffering a lot. She grabbed the chair to her right and climbed up. Then Varshgar took notice of her. And for him it was just another person trying to inflict pain on him. His reaction to the person had been accordingly.

He growled at her and only wanted her to leave but she stayed. Inwardly Varshgar had already thought about what would come next. Further agony and pain as he had to fear. He looked haggard to the little person. Varshgar watched its actions very closely and then she reached back. She had a small pouch hanging on her back and immediately a smell rose to his nose. It was the smell of his pouch from the cave.

Surprised by this fact, his eyes widened and then the person pulled out one of the two drinking bottles and opened it. Immediately the scent of the fresh spring water enveloped Varshgar's nose. It was the water he had recently drawn from the waterfall. This water was absolutely pure and clear.

>>Open your mouth and drink as much as you can. You will need it.<<

Without hesitation he did so and the water ran down his throat. It was like a balmy summer rain falling on the earth. This was the most wonderful feeling he could experience and in a few moments the bottle was empty.

Even if Varshgar felt this as a blessing, he was not clear what the person wanted.

"Does she just want to keep me alive so that I will be his victim longer?" he thought, but then the person spoke to him.

>>I hope you understand me. When the old one is gone tonight, I will come back. Unfortunately, I will not be able to free you yet, but I will bring you something to eat. You have to hang on. We'll get you out of here. Promise!<<

Varshgar felt something like warmth in the words of the petite human. It seemed like the warmth of a crackling campfire. A beautiful thought, he thought. Although Varshgar had little faith, he wanted to wait and see what would happen. That was not difficult since he could not leave anyway.

Finally the person got down from the chair and put it down again. She gave Varshgar a last look and then left. That look Varshgar had just seen showed him that comforting affection for him again.

"Do I have a friend here?" he asked himself secretly.

But no sooner had he given himself over to his daydream again as the door opened once more. And again the human entered and locked the door behind him.

>>So...where did we stop...<< he said thinking aloud.

>>Ah yes. Now I remember again.<< he said and grabbed Varshgar's thigh again. Again he clenched his hand around it like a vice. Pain coursed through his body again, knocking him out.

Varshgar awoke, again, some time later. The only thing that served as a guide was the relative position of the sun that he could perceive. His vision was again somewhat dim, but this time it returned more quickly than last time. The human stood again at the table and examined the tools.

Then he turned to Varshgar and began to make his demand.

>>I'm pretty sure you can understand me. So you can give me answers too.<< he said and paused for a moment.

>>It is not necessary that you suffer. We can end this painlessly.<< he continued and waited to see if Varshgar would respond.

Varshgar looked into the human's face again, into those icy eyes. His eyes matched his cold nature. He was cool and calculating.

"Why would he let me go?" wondered Varshgar.

>>All right. Here's how it's going to work. You give me answers and I will refrain from harming you. If you don't answer me, I'll get what I want to know by other means.<< he said, ending his remarks.

It took a moment for Varshgar to process what he had heard.

>>You have a short time to think about it now. When I am back we will talk. In one way or another.<<

Then he left the room and locked the door behind him. The sun had already moved on, and from the coloration of the sunlight Varshgar could assume that the sun would set soon. And again he had only to wait. But actually he was tired of it. To let himself hang here like this any longer was not his style.

"If only I could get out of here..." he thought.

He thought for a moment what he could do. Then the idea came to him. The table that stood next to him offered him the opportunity to get his feet back on the ground. Maybe he could do something with it.

Slowly he tried to get momentum to get on the table. So he tried to swing to the side to get on the table with the necessary momentum. Again and again he tried to get more momentum until he was just about to reach the table. Only a little was missing until he would be on top but he did not make it. Instead, he had attracted the attention of the guard.

>>What is this?<< he asked with a snort and unlocked the door.

Immediately he ran towards Varshgar who sensed his chance. When he swung to the side again, he pulled his right foot to the side and kicked the guard in the face.

>>Ahhh! Ow! Damn it!<< the guard yelled.

The kick had hit him very well and his nose began to bleed.

>>Wait you...<< he said and drew his weapon.

Now it would come down to this. The human charged at him with the weapon at the ready. But again Varshgar swung away to the side and the blow missed him. But this was Varshgar's second chance. He pulled his legs as far as he could and put the human in a headlock. He wrapped his legs around his neck and squeezed. The human struggled and tried to defend himself. Again and again he hit Varshgar's legs with his hand.

Slowly the air became scarcer and scarcer and he resisted less and less until finally all resistance died away completely.

For a while he held the human in his stranglehold since he was now very far up.

There was not much missing that he could reach the connection to which the chains were attached. Again Varshgar stretched, but he could not reach it, no matter how hard he struggled.

To make matters worse, the other human returned and was immediately alarmed when the door was open and the guard had disappeared. There in his stranglehold hung the guard and Varshgar on him.

>>You want as trouble, yes?<<

Without hesitation, the human took his whip from his belt, which he always carried.

Quickly he lashed out and whipped against Varshgar's leg.

The pain that went through him was so intense that he roared.

But still he had the guard in his grip.

And again he lashed out. Once, twice, three times, four times. He continued his blows until he could take no more. After he had dealt fifteen blows to Varshgar, he let go of the guard and collapsed.

Blood slowly oozed from the wounds caused by the lashes. His fur was gradually turning red from the blood he was losing. In addition, the human's lashes had left his abdominal fur disfigured.

The human sat down on the stairs and had to catch his breath. To loosen Varshgar's grip he had to use a lot of strength. So much force that he was now completely out of breath.

Sitting on the stairs, he looked down at the stone floor of the room. He still had trouble catching his breath. Besides, even his arms hurt.

"He deserved that!" he thought to himself and looked up at Varshgar.

He was hanging on the chains and didn't make a sound.

Without further ado, the human stood up and walked over to him. When he arrived he grabbed his left thigh again and squeezed it. He squeezed it so hard that Varshgar roared again as the bolt tip continued to bore into his thigh.

>>You're still alive and well... I need a break. But I'll be back. I promise you that!<<

Varshgar took in the words only peripherally as he struggled against the waves of pain. They threatened to rob him of consciousness again because they were so intense.

Now the wounds from the lashes began to hurt as well. It was so bad that he could hardly stand it. The human went and dragged the other one outside. After he had closed the door behind him, silence fell.

Varshgar was panting with pain and it was getting worse and worse.

As time went by, it got so bad that some tears started running down his cheek again. He simply could not calm his nerves. But Varshgar was no longer alone in the room. The small petite figure just climbed in through the window and saw the dilemma. The floor beneath Varshgar was bloody. She also saw the wounds he had suffered.

Again she approached him, but Varshgar was so ready that he hardly made a move.

Quietly she spoke: >>You poor... What have they done to you? Did they whip you?<< she asked softly, but Varshgar did not respond. Then one of the tears dripped on the hood of the figure. She looked up and saw it.

"He's crying...!" it escaped her thoughts.

Now the shock was so deep in the little figure that it almost killed her.

Hastily she reached into her backpack and took out a small tin. She opened it and a fine smell of fresh herbs hit Varshgar's nose. However, he was so tired that he did not want to resist no matter what happened.

In his innermost being he had locked the door. For him it was clear that he would die here.