The Value of a Life

Malorian started trembling ever so slightly under the firm grasp the human had him caught in. “...Sir... please, I just want to go home... I don't want-” His sentence was cut off when he felt the hand on his leg pushing up his robe and brush against his bare skin, sending a shudder up his spine that both delighted and reviled him. “Please! Why are you doing this... just let me go...” He whispered, his deep gold eyes pleading with the intense cobalt ones boring back into his. “Why? Well you see... it gets awfully lonely up here sometimes... and well, there's just something about how entirely helpless you are that really gets under my skin.” The humans words passed from his lips right into the elf's long ear, his tongue flicking out to lick each curve and slight impression, and despite his best efforts, Marius' iron grip kept Malorian from going anywhere.

But the young elf was not ready to give up just yet. In one fluid motion, he freed his arms from his sides and sent a short quick blast of fire energy at the human, pushing him back and off him with a yelp. Marius' sprawled on the ground, the front of his plain black robe smoking faintly and Malorian wasted no time in bolting to the door.

But it was no use.

Large, unyielding hands reached out from the shadows and grabbed his arm, yanking him painfully back and hurling him against the wall so hard that where his head hit it, a small trickle of blood ran down to mix with his raven hair. The elf yelped in pain and slumped down, his blurred vision turning to see the Voidwalker ominously block the door and with it any hopes of escape that way. Malorian quickly, though shakily, stood up and rushed to the window, however not only was it locked but they were also above ground level on at least a second, if not third story window.

He only had a second more to keep his hopes alight before Marius' weight was pressed against him from behind, slamming his head roughly enough into the glass that a small spiderweb pattern appeared on it. “How terribly courageous of you little Mal. Do you mind if I call you that?” It wasn't asked as a question though, and Malorian didn't dignify it with an answer. He simply struggled against the grip on him, which like before proved fruitless and now his hands were being crushed together so magical aid was out of the question. To his even greater humiliation, the elf realized that the human only required one hand to hold his two, and the other one found its way up his arm to his shoulder. With a quick yank, Marius ripped off what remained of Malorian's sleeve and used it to bind his hands together with a painfully tight and very efficient knot. “There we go... won't have to worry about your little fireworks interrupting us anymore shall we.” The elf began trembling again once he realized the restraint by no power of his was going to be removed.

Free to do as he liked to him now, the human trailed his hand very slowly down over the elf's back, his rear and down his legs to his ankles which he methodically began spreading. “You know... I never did fancy elf women. Hardly a thing on them, no?” He reached up to Malorian's waist and, with his ritual dagger, began tearing the fabric of his robe until he could rip it off, leaving only the top part of it, the lower part of the elf now only covered by loosely fitting trousers and his soft leather boots. “But you see, an elf like you... you've almost got the appropriate proportions to make a decent female, even if you still are a bit on the skinny side.”

The fact that the human was making small talk as he began violating the elf was almost a greater insult then being molested itself. It was like... it was nothing to him. Like he was a friend and that they were just having a chat, like any normal person would. Malorian felt burning hot tears threatening to spill out of his eyes at any minute. He'd never felt so helpless or humiliated in his entire life.

The elf's back arched suddenly when he felt something cold and sharp against his spine – the dagger -, slowly cutting away his shirt which was quickly disposed of and left in a heap on the floor. He felt Marius fingers caress his back, tracing the contours of the muscles under his skin, felt him run along his spine before his lips followed suit, gently kissing and nipping at the soft flesh. Malorian shuddered, his face burning rose colored from shame... and to his horror a slight sense of arousal. He whimpered hopelessly, which only seemed to encourage his attacker because he felt his hands on the hem of his trousers, slowly pushing them down over his slender legs. “You like that Mal...?” The elf swallowed hard, closing his eyes and wishing it would all go away.

A sudden, terrible pain shot through his body, the human laying only a hand on him but whatever he was doing was almost unbearable. “I asked you a question Mal, it's rude to not answer.” The poor elf only wailed in agony, almost inidentifiably saying no amidst the pained cries, before his head was roughly pulled back by the hair, the cruel jagged edge of the blade pressed against his neck until drops of blood began trickling out. “Wrong answer.” Marius whispered in his ear.

“Yes...!”

Malorian choked out, tears now shamelessly rolling down his cheeks. “Yes what?” The curse being forced upon him made him scream again. “Yes.. I-I like it...” He sobbed, collapsing against the wall, his crying making his body shudder heavily against Marius'. He felt an inhale of breath behind him, the human breathing in his totally disheveled hair. “I'm so glad to hear that Mal.” The elf didn't reply, only leaned on the glass, his exhausted body barely able to hold itself up anymore.

A rustle of fabric behind him told him what was coming next, though Marius must have only removed his pants because he could still feel the course fabric of his robe brushing against him. A cold intruding finger pressed at his entrance and felt his muscles clench at the unwanted attention. “You know... we're never going to get to have our fun with you as tight as that.” With a rough shove he forced Malorian to the ground and spun him around to face him, the elf's eyes never meeting his though. A firm hand grabbed the elf's jaw and forced it to look up at him. “If you bite me Mal, I will torture every last breath of life out of you... and I'll make it take as long as I possibly can.”

Eyes wide with fear and despair, Malorian pleaded silently for the human to stop, but it only made Marius smile. It wasn't a good smile either, in fact it made the elf's stomach turn over several times just thinking about what was about to be done to him. With renewed horror, he watched as he unsheathed his member, which was already quite erect just from watching him squirm and scream. He kept his hand on Malorian's jaw and with one quick motion forced himself inside the soft warm cavity of his mouth. The human even indulged himself in a small sigh of pleasure as he saw the elf struggling to cope with his girth. “Open your throat.” He said simply, releasing small tendrils of the same agonizing magic as before until he felt the elf comply and then without restraint he forced himself into him, making him choke and gag on his length.

Again and again he forced himself deep down his throat, Malorian's tongue unintentionally wriggling and lapping against him as he tried to abide the intrusion. Marius just laughed as he saw the smaller man struggling for air and kept going for a good ten minutes before releasing his thick, sticky seed down into the elf. “Swallow it.” He pulled out but kept Malorian's jaw clamped shut until he was sure he'd taken every last drop into himself. Then, without warning, he struck the still reeling elf across the face, hard enough to knock him down.

Malorian fell with a sharp thud and let out a small yelp, his eyes slowly coming up to meet the humans. “Wh-why... is it not enough to humiliate me...?” Marius grinned, quickly pinning down the shivering frame of the elf. “Because I like watching you like there like the whore you are.” For the first time since the attack began, Malorian showed an emotion that up until now fear had overwhelmed completely. “I... am not a whore.” Marius let out a cruel laugh. “Oh?” He struck Malorian across the other cheek, one, twice, three and four times, his hand coming away from a bruised and bloody mess.

“If you're not yet, you certainly will be after tonight.”

He hit him a few more times for good measure, though all the while his face seemed completely serene and level. Malorian however, lost the spark he'd dare show a moment before, his eyes filling again with tears as he looked off at nothing, his body still shivering but almost limp in Marius' arms. Again he felt something at his entrance, but this time it was burning hot against him and he stiffened as he felt it venture inside of him. It hurt, horribly slow, stretching him ever so slowly until the entire head was in. And only did he feel a second of relief when the human pulled out before he rammed back into him, causing his back to arch and a strangled cry to claw its way out of his throat. He pulled out slowly and again thrust in with no regard for Malorian, each push inside of him making him writhe in pain.

“Please... stop... PLEASE!!!”

He screamed as if anyone could hear him, but it only made things worse because Marius began to take him harder, blood trickling down his thighs to stain the wooden floor beneath them. He wriggled and flailed as best he could, but suddenly the mans hand was closed around his throat, his grip stealing the breath of life itself from him. He struggled, oh he struggled so hard to catch a gasp of air, but even as he desperately tried, the fading darkness began to close in.

And then it was gone.

He involuntarily sucked in air, coughing hard as Marius continued to roughly violate him, his strokes more frantic every second which Malorian could only hope meant he was near his climax. He felt a hand wrap around his own member and tug at it in a way that sent chills up his spine. He couldn't bear the thought of being brought to climax by this monster as he was raped by him.

In and out, in and out. It was relentless, his insides so torn they felt cold and numb. The hand moved up on down on him, a few desperate cries of shame, pain, and unwanted pleasure escaping from the elf as he felt his own release coming. Marius' other free hand went back to his neck and held it tight, though not as much as before, just enough to make him struggle though. Malorian could feel new tears on his cheeks, and just when he thought he couldn't take any more, he felt the final thrust and he climaxed, his head leaning to the side at the utter betrayal of his body. He knew the human had planned it too, for he came at the same time, forcing his seed into him, contaminating him forever with it. Malorian felt the will to fight leaving him, his body numb and lifeless in the humans arms. He was broken... his spirit was shattered by the atrocities committed upon him.

Marius didn't pull out of him. Instead, he could feel him settling in like that, his member still half erect, and painfully throbbing inside of him. But something felt different about him now. When he touched it, it wasn't like he was taking his innocence, but coveting it. Perhaps this was just another insult to his soul, but Malorian didn't have the heart to care anymore. Gentle fingers traced his jawbone before he felt the humans lips close over his in what could have been mistaken for a loving kiss had the circumstances been different. His tongue slowly pushed inside his mouth, carefully exploring it and drawing forth from the elf the faintest whimpering moan. Whether it was from pain or a small bit of pleasure the human couldn't know, but it seemed to be exactly what we wanted to hear. He continued the raptured kiss a moment longer before he pulled away, brushing the hair out of Malorian's face as he looked down at him. “You're mine now...”

With the last bit of his strength, Malorian turned and looked at the human with an expression of dismay, shock and loathing, but Marius acknowledged the gaze only for a second before he pulled the battered body of the elf to him, his member still deep inside Malorian. It didn't take long either for the breathing of the human to slow... he must have had complete confidence in his demons to keep the elf in check or else he would never have a wink of sleep and Malorian knew it. Not like he was in any condition to fight anyways.

And as he lay there, feeling the blessing darkness of sleep closing in on him too, the elf gazed one last time around before the fire died, the endless starting eyes of the Voidwalker the only thing now that remained visible in the room.

Was he now only a slave to Marius... just like the soulless creature in front of him.

'I will never forgive you...' He though to himself.

'Never. Ever... forgive you...'