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Between
the squeaking of mice and rats running along the edges of the cell, and the
wailing of prisoners being tortured down the way, the elf found himself rather
entertained trying to figure out who dared to cry out in pain and which
direction the rodents were heading. He had only been in the prison for a few
hours and that alone was enough to bore him. He wasn’t worried and he wasn’t
upset. A sense of confidence rose within him; a confidence that his friends
were going to find him and break him out of this prison inside of Orgrimmar.
His cell was deep within the prison and he learned by listening that this
secluded holding area was reserved for murderers and traitors. He guessed he
was the latter and he chuckled, spitting onto the dirty ground.
It
was dinnertime. He heard the scratchy voice of the orc who was dragging his
chained feet and shouting, “Get yer scraps!” He wasn’t kidding either. Cristianno
saw a few pieces of meat and a bone fly into his cell and onto the dirt ground,
next to where he was seated. With another chuckle, Cristianno simply turned
back to staring at the large pieces of stone that made up the cell. It was all
a matter of time and patience. His friend would come for him in due time and he
just had to wait patiently.
That
was something fairly simple to do, except for the pesky pain he was starting to
feel in his chest. It was that time again. The tooth hungered for souls. It had
taken him three months to feel that ravenous pain again, since he was tricked
by Tia and Ziggly and given the innocent souls they took from young orphaned
children. Now the pain was returning and he was stuck in a cell without any
contact whatsoever. He wished he could kill rats to simply get their souls, but
animals didn’t have souls. He was screwed.
As
he contemplated how exactly he was going to deal with this, he didn’t notice
the shuffling of large troll feet near his cell door. “ ‘Ello, Wolf.” He lifted
his head and turned a murderous glare toward the locked gate.
“What
the fuck do you want, Tia? Come to mock me? Or to tell me that you’ve won? You
know, you ain’t won ‘til it’s over and this sure as hell ain’t over!”
The
troll snickered and looked at Cris with pitiful eyes. “It be a matta of time,
Wolf. Joo be a verah bad boy.” Her gray eyes shifted down to his chest, where
his right hand was gripping his skin. “Wat be da matta? Sick, Wolf?”
“Fuck
you.”
“It
be dat time again? So soon? From what I be feelin’, it not be too far along. A
few more hours and joo be dead.” Tia smirked and leaned against the barred
door.
“Tell,
me, Tia. What exactly are you getting out of this? I know you too well. You
don’t do anything out of the kindness of your blackened heart, especially for
the Horde.”
“Joo
be right. I don’t. I be askin’ for someting very simple.”
Cristianno
laughed. “Simple? You never ask for anything simple. I’m starting to doubt that
this spirit payment is even a payment at all. Is it connected to you in any
way?”
“Took
ya a year to figure it out, Wolf.”
The troll extended her arm into the cell and with her finger, she
gestured for him to get closer. “Come to Tia. I be makin’ it all betta.”
Cristianno glared at her without moving. “Oh come now. I canno have joo die.”
The
sharp pain in his chest stung him once more and he sighed, rising and walking
toward the barred door. He leaned his head against the bars and stared at Tia,
who was leaning against the bars herself. “What is it, Tia? What are you
getting in return?”
The
troll reached for the tooth and felt it’s light weight in her blue hand. With a
wicked grin, her eyes slowly turned to Cristianno and tugged at him, forcing
him to press his face hard against the rusted metal bars. “Joor ‘eart,” she
whispered.
“My
heart? You ain’t getting anywhere close to me now, bitch.”
Tia
cackled. “It be too late for dat, Cristianno.” Her other blue hand reached into
the cell and she placed it on his chest, which was starting to ache once more.
He winced and she pressed hard, feeling the thumping of his heart against her.
“No, Cristianno. Joor ‘eart.”
The
blue-green eyes widened and he tried to move away from the bars, but he felt as
if he couldn’t move. “There is no way any one would agree to that.”
“The
Admiral did. Before joo die, joo be givin’ me joo ‘eart.”
“You’re
a psychotic bitch.”
“Joo
be breakin’ ma ‘eart, Cristianno.” Tia cackled and gripped the large central
shark tooth. She muttered a spell and in a single breath, she ripped the tooth
off his skin, causing Cristianno to fall back onto the dirt. He groaned as his
dirty hands reached for his bleeding neck.
“Are
you fucking insane? I’m going to die!” He laughed loudly. “I’m going to die and
you won’t have your damn heart!”
Tia
stared at the shark tooth and smirked. “Joo be free from da payment,
Cristianno. I be sending dis to da Elf.”
Cris
glanced at his bloody hand as he whispered, “Niela…” He lifted his head and
looked at her. “She’ll kill you.”
“Let
‘er try. ‘Ow joo be feelin’?”
He
felt no more pain and she knew it. Still silent, Cristianno felt the pain in
his chest minimize to nothing. He was finally free of gathering souls. “You
won’t get away with this, Tia.”
“But
I already ‘ave, Cristianno. By da time anyone be findin’ joo, joo be dead and
joor ‘eart be in my hands and nobody be missin’ ya.” She turned and blew him a
kiss before lifting a hood over her head.
Cris
rushed to the bars and placed his bloody hands against the rust. “Tia, get back
here! Tia!” The troll was long gone while he continued to scream. His hands
scraped against the rust as his hands slid down the bars.
“Fuck,”
he whispered. For a moment, he remembered he was still wearing his wedding
band, which had the bonding bloodstone between Niela and himself. He lifted his
left hand to see the stone only to find that the stone had been cracked and
pieces were missing. “FUCK!” Cristianno’s body fell back against the dirt and
his blood and rust covered palm rubbed his face.
He
tried not to cry. Instead, he only thought of the one person who could possibly
give him strength during this time. His auburn hair spread out all around him and
he simply whispered, “I’m sorry, Alaia.”
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