Such horrific screaming rung in her ears, yet she felt deafened to all the malicious and petrifying sounds around her. Even the sharp, burning pain between her thighs, the metallic scent of blood that dripped from her and the blunt pain from the pulling of her hair felt numbed as an Uruk-hai dragged her along the muddied ground, soaked with the crimson of her people.
She tried to cry out in a hope that someone, anyone would hear her and come to her aid, yet her voice clammed in her throat like shards of jagged glass.
"Try to squeal human." The Uruk mocked her as it held her up by her matted hair. "No one will hear your screams! You are the master's new play thing!"
The Uruk-hai clapped a pair of wrought iron shackles tightly around her bruised ankles and wrists, attaching her then to a long heavy chain with her fellow slaves; slaves that were sitting or lying in the muck, just as numbed as she. Yet the sting of the whip upon her brought out her voice once more as she screamed in agony; flesh being ripped from her back.

Gasping for breath, Aradheleth jolted awake, again a cold sweat drenched her brow. Her legs ached and her womanhood burned as she tried to move, yet her body felt heavy and weighted as she looked about, disoriented. Finally her eyes found focus as she fixated her glazed eyes upon the Dark Lord whom was sitting beside her, watching her intently.
"You feel the pain as if you are the girl herself." He stated, looking down at her, his expression not one of concern but of seriousness.
Aradheleth shuddered at the after thought, her skin prickling at the strange sensation of heat that she still felt. "You can see what I dream?" She asked then, her voice weary. Yet she already knew what he would answer.
"Yes." He replied simply. "I can see all of what goes on within that head of yours."
"Of course you can." She replied, feeling embarrassed at the irony of her previous statement. "You are a Maia; the most powerful being in Middle Earth." She was sure she could see the corner of his lips curl into a smirk, but yet, as always, he hid his expression well from her. "Why do I keep dreaming about her? Why do these images keep flooding my mind? She is but yet another mere slave captured by my father."
"Is she?" He asked her then, his brilliant eyes fixating on her gaze. Aradheleth looked upon him, perplexed. "Are these dreams of yours truly just that, or do they hold a deeper meaning? Perhaps they are something else entirely."
"Like what?"
"Perhaps they are memories..."
She looked at him, dumbfounded, yet she knew he would not lie to her or jest about such a thing for he had no reason to. Yet she could not help but wonder what exactly he was pertaining to in his vagueness.
"My lord, what are you telling me? That I can somehow see the memories of this girl? Why would I be given such an ability?" She pushed. This girl, of hazel brown hair and green eyes, often haunted her mind even when awake. Yet the girl felt so oddly familiar, but why, Aradheleth could not understand.
"That is something you must discover for yourself." He replied simply.
Aradheleth could not help but feel disheartened at his lack of empathy towards her situation, for these visions that often plagued her mind were horrendous and frightening, even for one with a steeled heart such as hers. Her brow furrowed as she averted her gaze, miffed that he would not divulge what he very obviously knew.
"Will you not even tell me what relevance she has to myself?" She asked, her voice then somewhat desperate. She wanted nothing more to understand what these dreams and visions meant, and why she was able to see them. A wickedly sly grin slid across the Dark Lord's immaculate features then. Tracing his metal claw tantalisingly along her cheek, he took her by the jaw, his glistening amber gaze narrowed onto hers, shining with a fierce heat behind them.
"Now where would the fun in that be?" He purred seductively, his voice a delicious mix of lust and desire which dripped like sweet honey into her ears.

Through her annoyance and desperation she felt a delectable heat pool between her thighs, sending enticing shivers down her spine and into her loins. She wondered how the simple tone of his voice could arouse her so fervently, despite her current thoughts and disposition. Yet there he was, seducing her with the silk of his voice and the brilliance of his gaze.
"My lord..." She breathed heavily as he drew her face slowly closer to his own. Oh, how his scent was divine!
"Master." He corrected, his amber eyes glowing wickedly.
"Master...." Her voice became a whisper as his delicious lips brushed delicately against hers.
"You desire this, do you not my little, insatiable shrew?"
"Y...yes!" Her heart was now pounding in her chest with anticipation, even though her legs still ached from the night before and her womanhood was still somewhat burning. But the burning between her thighs now was a bitter-sweet pain, and mixed with the tingles of arousal and lust, they sent her emotions wild.
He chuckled at her before pushing her rather forcefully back against the furs beneath them, pinning her by the wrists high above her head. A moan escaped her lips as he scraped his teeth along her jawline, proceeding to trace his lips along her jugular to her collarbone.

"What will you do to me my lord?" She asked, her eyes locking on to his as he began to slowly lower himself between her legs. Without a reply he raised an eyebrow at her, a slight frown crossing his face. Immediately she realised her slight gaff. "Master?" She corrected herself quickly. He gave her that wicked grin once more yet gave her no reply. Her hips bucked almost violently as his tongue lapped hard against her pearl, making her let out a loud cry of ecstasy. Tracing his tongue along her cleft he drank up the sweet nectar of her arousal, inserting two of his lithe fingers into her womanhood to curve them to massage her inner sweet spot. As soon as he reached his mark she cried out once more, writhing in euphoria beneath him.
"Please..." She panted breathlessly. "Ravish me like you did last night."
"We will get to that." He replied, licking her arousal from his lips as he pulled his fingers from her. She hitched her breath when she saw remnants of her virgin blood upon them, yet he grinned salaciously as his eyes glowed with hunger. One by one he slowly sucked her nectar from his fingers, savouring the sweetness of her arousal infused with the saltiness of her blood. Slowly he went down to take her lips with his own, and she could taste herself upon his delectable tongue as he swathed it against hers. When he drew back from her she took his bottom lip with her teeth, grating them along his skin.
"You are indeed insatiable, my little vixen." He purred into her ear, giving her lobe then a teasing suck.
"I want you to fuck me." She moaned.
"Patience is a virtue, my dear." Came his sultry reply as he slowly pursed his lips around one of her taught nipples, making her gasp breathlessly.
"Since when did the Dark Lord ever have patience?" She asked after a moment of his delicious sucking.
He rose his eyes to look at her, his gaze burning into hers like a wildfire. "I can be incredibly patient, my queen." He slowly began to trace his lips down the softness of her skin, his eyes not once leaving hers.
"However my patience is not limitless. It would be best if you heed that warning well." He inched closer to her womanhood once more, readying himself to finish what he had started.
"And what if I forget to? What if I were to push your patience?" She asked rather innocently through her sighing.
The Dark Lord stopped abruptly and looked directly up at her, his eyes suddenly darkening, making Aradheleth sink back against the furs beneath her.
"Then you would be very unwise." He replied, his voice foreboding and cold. Without another word he stood and walked away, leaving Aradheleth there surprised.
"M...Master, It was only in jest.." She began light-heartedly as she sat up, yet, he had already vanished. Groaning, exasperated and still terribly aroused, she flopped herself back down onto the bed.

As she lay there, staring up at the ceiling for what felt like an age, her mind began to wander. Why would he not indulge any of the obvious knowledge he had of the girl in her dreams? Was she now not his wife? Was there going to be no level of trust between them? It was frustrating to say the least, but she could do nothing, for she was still yet another servant under his rule. Despite her frustrations, the arousal she still felt made her mind drift into other, more delectable thoughts; the Dark Master's marble skin and his toned musculature grinding against her as he thrust in and out of her...his silken, flaxen hair brushing against her skin as his lips too brushed along her body...the fullness she felt when he filled her with is liquid fire...Such a delicious tingle filled her loins at such erotic thoughts. Slowly, her hand reaching down the length of her slender body, she touched the cleft of her womanhood, her eyes widening in surprise as she rose her fingers to her face; they were still so wet with arousal and desire.. She moaned in frustration then, for the Dark Lord had left her there craving and wanting. She contemplated perhaps touching herself in an attempt to sate her own need, however she feared that her new husband would know and would be displeased. She was his now and his alone. Groaning once more she flipped herself onto her stomach and buried her face into the pillows.
If he would not fuck her, then she would at least sleep.