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Challenges of the Heart	By : CrazyEyesChick Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 8727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Merlin came to, he realized he must have been moved again, since his surroundings were unfamiliar. He also noticed that he had been healed from most of his injuries; all except the evident marks his ‘master’ wanted him to remember.

A flash of the previous night’s activities made him blush in shame. He thought that he could play the game just as well; but it seemed that a little part of himself had indulged in the moment. This lapse in judgement had been special, he had to admit. As much as he loved Arthur and hope to see him again, he was still deeply hurt by how his King treated him. Maybe Morgana’s rough ministrations had grasped something small inside him that looked for acceptance. For now, he was conscious that his magic would be a big blow to his hard won trust with Arthur. But with Morgana, he had been free of prejudices. He lost his way in her care, if you could call it that. It’s one mistake he would not make twice.

He had to figure a way out of this mess. His body was still malnourished and dehydrated. His mind remained foggy and tired. His magic stayed too drained to use, making Morgana stronger than he was at present. This place was slowly getting to him. How long had he been here? Doubt spreaded through his mind. Could it be that no one was coming for him? He would be left here to die; or worse serve as a rent boy to that bitch’s crew. As hope was slipping through his worned fingers, the young sorcerer ears perked at a barely audible sound. For a few seconds, the noise continued until it ceased. Great! Now he was going crazy. He didn’t imagine his life to end this way; at the end of a sword or burned at the stake; mostly because he revealed himself to Camelot’s king.

From where he stood, he could barely make out any shapes. Solitude was his only companion. There was no source of light, no way of knowing for sure if he was observed. It was pitch black. He would have used a spell, if one: his magic was back and two, if he knew at 100% that he was not watched by unwanted feral eyes. If his latest meeting with the witch had taught him anything; it’s that she was not afraid to play dirty, especially when it concerned his state of mind.

The sudden echo in the room indicated that it was a spacious room. When he pushed himself off the floor to leave his spot, he noticed that he was chained only to the floor by the means of a small rope. Strange, he thought. So far, he was kept locked tightly. Trying to untie the knot, he burned his fingers`leaving scorch marks on the pads of his fingers. Reinforced with magic...

‘Great’ he whispered sarcastically. Morgana must be laughing her ass off right now at his pitiful state. Looking at this set up, he wondered what was going through her sick mind. ‘Was this some kind of joke?’ he told himself, incredulously. No way Morgana would leave him unattended.He was tired of being left in the dark, literally. The silence in this vast area was irritating.

‘MORGANA!’ he yelled at the top of his lungs. The sound carried through the room quite well, which meant that he was alone, for now. ‘ HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH NOW? SEE? YOU’LL HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN THAT TO BREAK ME…. HELLO? STILL THERE??!’

Still only his voice could be heard, no one else’s. ‘ANSWER ME!’

Still nothing.

‘What’s the point to all of this now. Tired to see my handsome mug?’ Perhaps humor would get his point across. He guessed wrong.

Yet, still no answer, which depressed him even more. He was reminded how alone he was when his stomach growled.

He let himself fall to the sandy floor, exhausted. He was hungry. His stomach was beginning to digest itself, he was sure of it. He even missed Gaius’s cooking at this point. He was alone in this hellhole. His mind was starting to play tricks on him. He missed his friends. He missed Gwaine. And most of all, he wanted to feel safe, like he felt when he was with Arthur. He missed his insults, his face and his good nature. He just wanted to go home. He curled into himself, hugging his thin legs closer to his body to keep the warmth of his frail body.

************Time jump of a few hours**********
After what seemed to be hours spent in this dark abyss, Merlin was roused awake with water splashed on his tired face. His eyes opened wide in shock, heart racing at the stressful wake up call. Grabbed by the shoulders by the two burly men from Morgana’s chamber, his feet dragging on the ground, he was carried across from his pitiful room to a more gigantic one. He was carried kicking and screaming, complaining of this awful treatment.

Both men were pulling on his arms, causing him to wince in pain. Merlin did not comprehend what was happening. He had been left alone in this other room for what purpose exactly? Perhaps that’s what they referred to when saying it was the calm before the storm.

As he was been brought to Morgana probably, he sneaked a peek at the surroundings for any means of escape. Actually, it looked pretty sealed tight with only one very dustry, undecorated hallway with one large door, leading to an old throne room. He smirked: Morgana really couldn’t let go of the past: she had to keep herself locked in a castle with murderous mad men and thieves. Great company she kept; it was literally a fall from grace for the older witch. A sparkle of hurt in his heart felt pity for her; knowing he could have prevented such a fate.

Once the large wooden door was reached; a beautifully dressed Morgana was waiting for him in the large room with her merry men. Something felt odd; all the men were only wearing their trousers and wore an ugly disgusting smirk on their faces. Like a sack of garbage, he was thrown on the floor, sending his knees rushing to meet the hard, uneven floor. He bit his cheek’s inside, preventing Morgana from hearing his groan.

‘ Hello Merlin’ said cheerfully Morgana, her legs crossed like she had more funny games to play with him, confident his her abilities. She lowered her gaze to his feisty one.

‘Missed me?’ He smiled his cheeky grin. His knees buckled as a large hand pushed him obviously unsatisfied with the response he had given the witch.

‘Know your place boy, you speak to a high Priestess of the Old religion..’ The chiseled bearded man spat in anger, brows furrowed. That made Morgana’s lips quirk into a smile. He ignored the rude man to glare daggers at his captor.

‘ Geez. Can’t do things by yourself now? You sunk that low that you need other’s help in your quest for revenge..Really Morgana? I thought you prouder than that’

Morgana now stood straight in her long black dress hovering above the restrained young man in front of her. Merlin unconsciously closed his eyes once long black lock of hair trickled on his nose; her scent filling his nostril. He quickly caught himself in time; but it was too late she had witnessed this little moment of weakness. Her index finger pushed his chin up to focus on her powerful presence

‘Oh! AHh.ah.ahaha. Come now Merlin; They’re not there for me; they’re here for your pleasure only, not mine.’ He had not liked how she took her time saying the word ‘pleasure’; meaning as it implied something.

‘Like I need more of your lovingly hospitality. I think I’d rather be alone again, but thanks for the offer’ He replied while avoiding her eyes. Showing her white teeth, she firmly grabbed his high cheekbones between her nails, digging into the soft baby skin, leaving faint white streaks. Surely, this would bruise later. Merlin could not speak nor open his mouth.

‘Stop complaining Merrrlin. Lots would have loved to be in your place; plus, you enjoyed it from what I could take from your...eager yet passionate responses’

Merlin growled at her, struggling against the strength of the grip on his small shoulders.

‘I don’t wanna play anymore of your sick games, Morgana. Didn’t you hear me before. It will take more than your filthy touch on me to break. I’ve been in Arthur’s company for more than 3 years; believe me, he can be way worse than you.’

He stood his ground against her, hoping it would destabilize her enough to slip. The witch got closer to his face, crooking her neck, her lips now feathering over his large sensitive ears, and whispered so only he could hear.

‘ You are right. Arthur would certainly be the one to break you before me. But a little fun never hurt anyone’ she leaned away, machiavel ically, happy of the effect she had on that insulting little piece of shit.

‘Except me...and the people standing in your way’ he thought, frowning internally.

Suddenly, as she went back on her massive wooden chair, Merlin could glimpse a few more thieves make their way inside in a circle around the sorceress current location. Some men were very large, others wore clothes of the thinnest fabric possible, showing off their muscles and their hairy chest clearly. Merlin gulped at the sight, which didn’t go unnoticed by the slender woman.

‘Ah!’ she said as if she hadn’t known lots of people had recently come into the fold. ‘You must be wondering why there’s such a gathering today, my sweet?’

‘The thought did cross my mind’ he said his blues eyes roaming through the huge palace lile chamber.

‘ Then, allow me to enlighten your little brain.Today, we are here to celebrate my soon to be ascension on the throne of Camelot, thus bringing magic back to the lands as promised’ People cheered, knocked each other on the shoulder as a show of fidelity and companionship at the news. She turned towards him, content:’ You should be proud, Merlin, especially to witness such a feat from your truly’

He laughed hysterically almost at hearing this insane thing. ‘ You really think you can make it past Camelot’s forces to get to Arthur? You’re sorely mistaken; the people of Camelot are loyal to their king! So am I, so you can forget my participation; I’d rather die than betray my friends’

‘Even if they betrayed you. I thought that with what was exchanged, you would have learned your lesson and let my fool of a brother deal with his demise, alone. Shame, but this time you aren’t at his side to stop me, you. are. here.’ she pouted, faking sadness. This enraged him even more.

‘My loyalties lie with Arthur and his kingdom, regardless. They can stop you. Do your worst, I don’t care if he hates me, I won’t toss him over to save my own skin. Loyalty is something you will never understand and you will never inspire in people Morgana’ he slapped her with a truth she really didn’t like. Her face contorted between anger and misery, but not before her palm met his skin for a well deserved slap. His cheek now bruised and red. He spit blood at her feet. Everyone was staring in disbelief at Merlin’s crazy attempts at angering their Queen.

‘Ohhhh. How I will enjoy ripping you to shreds’ She diverted her attention from him to announce the small crowd of rebels. He smirked at how it had been easy to rile her up.

‘Everyone! As I said, today is a day of celebration! As promised, you will be rewarded’
Men leered at him in want, which made him uncomfortable. Whatever that bitch had in mind, it would not be fun. Now, he doubted where his limit in abuse laid. He could handle Morgana’s violence, but the men before him would be another matter entirely.

‘ You might have noticed me absent in the last few days, and I am sorry. This boy kept me quite busy’ She grinned.

Laughters echoed into the large walls of this vast space at the implication. He could not help but blush at how he was viewed. This conversation was not going in a direction he felt at ease with; his instincts telling him to run, get away from that hysterical witch.
‘To apologize, my pet will be tonight’s entertainment for you. You may play with him as you like as I’m sure he is eager to play with you as well.’

If looks could kill, Morgana would have burst in flames ten times over by the intensity of his glare. He could not believe her! Now he was regretting his poor choice of words with her. His heart pumped faster, blood rushing to his brain, hoping to remain intact.

‘No..you..y-you can’t be serious.Th-This is madness! Morgana?..’ he panicked. Perhaps he could reason with her. Her gloating promised him a closed discussion. ‘Screw this! I need to get away from here. M-magic...I need to reach for my magic...Come..on! Don’t fail me now..’ he tried to find that spark inside him that would ignite and tear this place apart, but nothing came, only his growing fear lay on the surface. Men started to gather closer to them. He could one or two men divesting themselves of their dirty smelly outfits, tossing them aside with the rest of their belongings. Belts, short sleeves shirt, ouches, knives and various accessories all forgotten on the floor. He gasped at their sizes. He would be crushed, he feared for his life.

‘I’m sure you’ll be up to the task, my dear. My men have been so busy running errands for me; they forgot to indulge themselves in the pleasures of life like i’ve been doing with you. I’m sure you will do splendidly and satisfy their growing urges. Won’t you, Merlin?’ she clapped her heads like she was closing a small deal, leaving no room for arguments from a disobedient child.

Merlin's mouth dropped open in bewilderment, not believe this was actually going to happen. He started to pray for some miracle for his knight in shining armor to come and save him. So far, Arthur had never shown up to help him. Maybe Morgana was right and he moved on, deciding he was not worth the trouble. He shook these bad images from his head focusing on the present. His struggles renewed in power giving headaches to the bandits who held him strongly against his will in front of the Lady Morgana.

His eyes pleaded, imploring her to stop ‘ Please..Morgana you don’t wanna do this.They’ll break me, kill me. Don’t you want the satisfaction of killing me yourself’ he managed to get one hand free from the hold, grasping the bottom of her dress.
‘Juging by your reaction, I made the right call….’ he blanched, knowing she would let it happen and enjoy the view ‘Don’t worry, they know not to break my things, don’t you men?’

A man stuck out his tongue from his mouth, leering at him like he was the bestest piece of meat around. ‘Oh, we will take good care of him, my Lady’ he advanced towards the middle of the circle where Morgana and he were waiting’

She tapped his cheek to bring him back to this reality, smiling from one cheek to the other. ‘ Now be a good sport and make a good show…. DO NOT disappoint me!’ she told him, accusingly. She sat back comfortably within her chair, ready for the celebrations. She waved her hand dismissively, telling her two men in front of her to let the boy go, giving him a fake sense of security that he could actually fight off this many individuals. Now he really wished he had paid attention to Gwaine and Arthur showing him the ropes if he had to fight unarmed certain type of enemies. Honestly, he didn’t really bother because he was utter crap at it and his magic did the job for him. How he wished he had listened back then. ‘I guess practice makes perfect’ he believed, readying himself for his greatest battle yet.

‘ Am I not charitable I give you a way to help yourself. Help yourself to anything you see on the ground to help you fight off your opponents’. As if reading his mind she added: ‘ I’m sure Arthur taught you some little tricks to avoid fights’.

‘ It’s times like this one, I hoped you would have died in those stairs back then’ he whispered, but her frown indicated she might had acknowledged the mishap.

Having settle herself, enjoying her power trip over the men who had ruined her life, she lifted her cotton dress up, spreading her legs wide, posing her soft hand on her crotch area, waiting.

‘What are you waiting for? Sick him boys, he’s all yours’ she impatiently said

One ugly shithole thief grinned like a psychopath upon imagining dirty fantasies: ‘I’ve waited to taste your ripe cherry since your little ass sat in this shitty prison’ his long pierced tongue ran over his chapped lips, anticipating.

‘Yeah’ some said in unison, ripping their clothes off, running on the adrenaline of a good fight.
‘I wanna fuck him’
‘Me first’ asshole’
They all fought over who would get to him first, but Merlin would cut their limbs off before touching what was his and Arthur’s only. Afraid his best friend, maybe soon to be lover, would deny him love and acceptance if he knew what had happened to him while in Morgana’s custody once meeting again’.

Others just laughed, already getting hard at the prospect of raping the poor boy.

‘Well? What you waitin’ for boya? Giva’s some challenge! Come at us, show us what the shitty King showed his little servant’

‘FUCK THAT MAN!’ One more larger man yelled in displeasure. ‘I’m hitting that first! Get outta ma way!’

And just like all men pounced like wild deranged beasts towards the fierce lamb holding only a little dagger he had found in a satchel, discarded by one of his assailants. He would fight them off one by one; there was no way he would let any of them touch him. Morgana had been different, but in his mind; his body and soul belonged to Arthur, regardless of what occurred several hours? days? months ago even? He was ready to take part of the fight lunging into the crowd.

To be continued in chapter 17...
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