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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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Disclaimer: I do not make this story for profit, only to entertain. These character and serie (merlin) is the property of the BBC studio and its writers.

Chapter 9: Battle of wills and promise of pain

'Wake up pet!'. A splash of cold water came in contact with his marred skin, startling him awake. Morgana's big evil smile greeted him out of unconsciousness as his eyes adjusted to the view. It was a rare thing, but she did look better this morning. He didn't know if it was a good or bad thing for him. Only Morgana would find torture a good day's work and some great thing to sleep to.'It's time to play!' She added

'Hmm. Woa.. Good morning to you too Morgana!' He grunted, now fully awake ' Guess those manners got left behind with your title, yeah?' He was rewarded with a hard slap to the face, snapping his head to the right with such force that he's still recovering body moved along. " Ouch!" He thought; he had enough been slapped around. Yet, he had to be strong; he would not let a sound of pain out to let her have satisfaction.

'That was a warning' she scolded him like he was a child. She enjoys this! 'Now, before i get to the fun, let's have a little chat between friends...' She sat in the same little chair as yesterday,comfortably, revelling in the power she held over him.

'We're not friends Morgana. You lost that right once you threatened Arthur' he glared at her. Her face flinched at Arthur's name and she rolled her eye.

'Arthur...Arthur...Arthur... you sound like a broken record! Don't you get tired of following someone who won't even give you the time of day' she explained faking concern.

' No, I don't, you know why?; because Arthur' emphasizing on the word Arthur ' is a better person than you will ever be. He cares about me, even if he acts like a prat most of the time. He'll send a search party the minute I don't show up with his royal breakfast. Merlin had enough of her attempt to hurt him, trying to shake his faith in his King. Surely, she knows our bond is stronger than that", he thought "he will realize I'm gone".

She didn't say anything and simply looked at him intensely. Making her mind about something, she got up, moving her long strand of hair out of her face to march before her hanging prisoner. She then circled around him, curious.

'Alright, I'll humour you. If your beloved Arthur cares so much about his manservant, where is he? It's been a day, and no one has come to enquire about your disappearance. Face it, my dear, he forgot about you and doesn't want you to come back. Who would need you anyways, he has no use for you; except maybe making you clean his dirty socks. And even then, I'm sure he believes you too stupid for such a simple chore. Poor little useless Merlin...' She taunted. Merlin's eyes told her everything. They showed the truth in her words as she revealed what sir Harold had told her about that morning. She smiled at his anguish, and hopefully, the rumours that Arthur cared for his foolish servant would bring her step brother closer to Death, and Merlin closer to despair.

'You think you matter to him, but the truth is; Arthur is a selfish man, he will toss you aside without a moment's thought the minute you become a liability. '

She stopped to pat his head softly, in a semblance of love when she noticed a glint of sadness in his blue eyes 'Oh..Poor thing... Did you expect him to come for you? Because, I can assure you he will not.'She paused for effect enjoying the confusion on his face as he thought " Where is she going with this? How does she know, he won't ". He tried to jerk away from her touch, showing her he still had some fight in him. She brought her delicate face closer to him, he could feel her warm breath on his lips.

' You look confused pet. Don't you know walls have ears? Being a powerful high priestess of the Old Religion, there's nothing I am not aware of.' Hand lingering on his cheek, looking at his slightly open mouth, she whispered close to his ear, smelling the fear his struggles brought 'Not everyone agrees with Arthur, therefore it is not too hard to think I can convince men that I am a better Queen. You will find that I can be very... persuasive when I want to.' She lets go and backs away. 'It's sad really, Arthur will find his reign quite a short one, hmm?'

'He'll fight for his kingdom and its people. Your acolyte is a fool if he sides with you Morgana' He defended still too close for comfort. He did not like Morgana that close to him, he felt his intimacy penetrated.

'You're so naive, Merlin! After all, to him, you're just a useless servant, a nobody, definitely not people; and who would want that around? Arthur has such a way with words, it's a wonder you haven't left yet. I would treat you so much better, my dear...' Her hand going down his hair to lightly touch his big ears as a show of affection. She knew she had him listening now by the look of uncertainty that plagued his face. She continued to invade his personal space; she liked to see him squirm.

He froze at her words he knew to be true. His friend did slap him and said those hurtful words before. He remembered the pain he felt; feeling so useless and unwanted. Analysing the witch's words: "Wasn't that what Arthur told him before?" He thought " that he was useless and didn't need him around, because who would want poor servant Merlin as a friend! "

It was hard to concentrate with her teasing fingers moving down to his ripped open shirt, where his hairless chest lay under. He didn't like to be touched by her, her magical aura clashed against his in a bad way. His magic boiled inside his veins, begging to be let out. The pressure of his magic was too much, making his emotions lash out at the Witch. He tried not to let it show that her words had rattled and affected him.

Their relationship was a sore subject, especially now. He was sure Arthur wished for him to stay in Camelot. The young sorcerer was confident that he liked him, regardless of the words spoken. Gaius was right: they did fight and bicker like an old couple. They would get over this, once he was brought back home safely. He had to stay positive.

'Stop spouting lies! I won't let you kill him. You redirect your anger at me all you want and do what you want to me, but don't you dare touch him!' He replied as he renewed his struggles to get away from her ill touch. He felt sick.

'Big words for such a small man' the witch said eyeing suggestively his crotch; her hand still caressing his smooth bruised skin behind his shirt. ' Get it through your thick skull, Pet, your loyalty is wasted on him; he will leave you to rot in here like the useless, idiot, stu-'

He had heard enough' YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT US!' He screamed, following her gaze. He startled her, making her eyes squint at his accusations. 'WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT FRIENDSHIP AND LOYALTY? You're so focused on yourself and your revenge against Camelot that you forget the original goal you set out to do in the first place. If you ever want magic back to the land, it’s not by killing innocent people.’ He paused for effect, enjoying the look of rage on her face. ’The way I see it Morgana; for as long as Arthur and I are here, you will never get the loyalty you wish for. Arthur is the Once and Future King and you are noth -’

Morgana’s hand shot forward and suddenly he could not keep going. No air.

‘ SHUT YOUR MOUTH! YOU THINK YOURSELF SO SMART AND TALK ABOUT LOYALTY WHEN YOU’RE THE ONE WHO POISONED ME WHEN I TRUSTED YOU! YOU HYPOCRITE!’ as she grew angrier, her magic squeezed the life more out of Merlin by the minute. As much as she wanted him to die right this moment; his existence is meant to be painful at her side. He would feel what she felt all her life, this didn’t mean she could not enjoy his pathetic struggles.

Merlin started to panic. Surely, she would not let him die like this. His airways were blocked by an invisible force; Morgana’s magic from the looks of it. He was powerless. His eyes were watering up due to the building pressure. His face reddened; and without the air flowing to his brain he felt faint and unfocused. At this rate, she would kill him and what an horrible way to go he thought. Saliva ran on the side of his mouth; he was choking and close to unconsciousness, until it all stopped.

‘ Don’t say I’ve never being merciful, pet. Catch your breath, you will need it’ She turned as if nothing had ever happened, grinning.

Her smile was making Merlin sick. The Morgana he knew was long gone and what was left was a bitter angry woman. He knew it was partly his fault, but she is way past beyond saving now. As she reached the weak wooden shelves to get what she needed, a decorated long box, she decided to make him squirm at the unknowing.

‘ As much as this amuses me, I believe it is time to get ready for the main course, don’t you.’

Merlin did not like her implying tone. He knew he wasn’t built like the knights to withstand long torture sessions. Whatever she carried in that little box, he knew it was not good. Hopefully, someone at the castle would notice his absence and send a search party. Without looking at him, she says casually.

‘ I see what you’re thinking Merlin, but I can assure you that besides the dying corpses of those men, no evidence has been left behind. You should start to let go of the idea of a search party, Arthur would not send soldiers for you; not after the little argument you both had, ahaha’ she turned around with the light chest in her hands, when she glimpse at her prisoner.

The Witch seemed content with his new look. There was something about Merlin that made him attractive when hurt. It was like he was made to carry pain. Imagining what he would look like after today covered in blood and bruises made her excited like it never happened before. Perhaps, he would make a wonderful sex submissive. She knew that any man in that time and age could bear the thought to be humiliated sexually and dominated by a woman, even more so if the woman in question was the enemy. The images kept flowing through her head making her tongue sweep across her lips sensuously. She could not wait to test him. It was time to cut her way through him, literally.

What Merlin saw next, made him rethink his strategy. His fearful eyes locked on the object in the delicate hands of his captor. A beautiful, yet sharp looking blade. It looked new, and if Merlin had paid attention a bit more, he would have noticed that it was the blade that Arthur had given to Morgana for her birthday. Morgana must have seen his troubled look, because she approached him slowly, moving the sharp knife in all its angles.

‘ Ah! You remember this, I’m glad. After all this time, I kept it for a special occasion. Who would have thought it would be our tragic reunion.’ Merlin gulped when the cool metal touched his bruised cheeks. He hissed at the feel.

‘ Morgana...You don’t have to do this..’ He muttered to her since her ears were really close to his lips. This sudden closeness made him uneasy. The blade danced on his warm fevered skin up to his dry cracked lips, cutting lightly through the skin, leaving blood on its trail.

‘Ouch’ he winced in surprise.

‘Ohhh! Don’t be such a wimp, it’s only a small cut.’ She was mesmerized so much by his anguish that she couldn’t help herself. Merlin looked away in defense, but couldn’t move much due to his predicament and the knife moving down to his open chest area, teasingly. She posed her moist lips to his softly, tasting iron on her tongue. Merlin was startled. ‘ What is she playing at?’ He thought in shock. As much as he would have liked that in the past, this was not what he wanted. He wanted Arthur, not his vile step-sister. the thought almost made him cry.

It was like time had stopped. Silence reigned in the small abandoned hovel; only their shallow breathing sound and the smack of their lips could be heard. Morgana opened slightly her green eyes to look at Merlin’s hurtful expression and nothing could have roused her more. His eyes were shut tight, angrily, with a little tear in the corner of his right eye. This caused her kiss to become more forceful and dominating, all bites and licks, enjoying his pain and the blood now valsing in her mouth. Merlin tried to shake his head off of her, but to no avail as her left hand holding the back of his head was unrelenting.

After a few minutes, Morgana looked sated and aroused.

‘Well! That was….quite fun! Who knew you had it in you my Pet? Arthur doesn’t know what he’s missing, unless he did, hmm’ licking away the remainder of this intimate encounter, yet remaining still in his personal space.

‘Who knew you were such a bitch Morgana?’ he whispered sweetly, exhausted of this ordeal. He could only see her smile, before he felt a sharp pang in his gut. Shit! He had forgotten about her nasty weapon. He screamed in pain, while Morgana revelled in his voice.

‘ARGgggg! Morgana...’ He felt weaken as the red liquid soaked his shirt and his pants. His head was spinning and he was getting paler by the minute.

‘ I have to admit Merlin, red is really your color.’ She said proudly admiring her handy work, pulling the knife sharply out of his dying body.

‘ Plea...please… Mor-’ he was cut off by a long pale finger to his bleeding lip.

‘Sssshhh’ he shushed him like a baby. Her glare hardened when her left hand at the back of his hair yanked his black short hair back.

‘Now FEEL what you and your stupid Arthur made me endure! IT WAS HELL. This is only the beginning my dear.’ she let go of his hair when she finally ended her whispers in his big ears.

His head fell heavily, limp due to gravity and no support from his own body. He had no more strength left. Without proper food, water and good sleep, his body was shutting down. The lack of blood from his open wound had ripped the flesh from his gut, thus allowing the blood to leave.

Magically removing the blood stains from her dress, Morgana casually walked and sat in her chair. Seeing the life leave a mortal body was the best thing anyone could witness, that was a certain serenity. She would not let him fully die, but enough to let him know who was in charge.

Unfocused, Merlin allowed himself to be carried away to eternal darkness by the soft sound of an angel he thought. the only image burned in his skull was that of Arthur sleeping comfortably next to him, keeping him warm in his present cold dark place. Little did he know, that the voice from his imagination was from his torturer.

‘Rest my dear, it’s far from over’ Morgana whispered softly.

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At the same time, in Camelot.

‘MERLIN!’ A body shot forward from bed, eyes wide open and sweat rolling down its skin.

A frantic King woke up with the worst feeling of his life. It felt like he had lost something precious, like another part of his soul had gone quite. He was sure now; something had happened to Merlin. He could not explain how, but he knew!

As he surged from his royal nest, putting on clothes as fast as he could not caring if they made sense, he came face to face with a worried Gaius and knights.

‘MY KING!’ Gaius started, but was cutted off by the worried King.

‘No time Gaius, I fear something might have happened to Merlin and Gwaine.’ the look on the physician and the knights confirmed his worst fear ‘ they never came back, did they?’

This time, it was Leon that spoke with a strong firm voice:

‘That seems to be the case, my Lord. The Guards at the gate confirmed that no one made it past the gates last night or this morning. We started to worry when Gwaine and us were to partake in a special training, which Gwaine himself instigated. He would not miss it when Ale was the prize for the winner of this training session.’

Arthur was not feeling well. He could not believe this. He had to find Merlin! He had to apologize for his behavior and make it right by him, He cared greatly; and if the activities of last night with Gwen was any indicator, he knew he felt something more for his friend. Without Merlin at his sides now, he didn’t have any idea where to start. He felt useless. His thoughts were interrupted by his old caretaker.

‘Thank you, your Majesty. My ward is everything to me, but..’ he hesitated

Arthur sensed this and nudged him to go on: ‘Yes Gaius?’

‘How did you know of this? We just received news of this now? How did you know my boy had gone missing?’ he inquired, eyebrow raised in question.

The young King pondered on this. He really didn’t know what to say. It would make him sound crazy and like a creep. He thought that a half truth would do.

‘ I..really.. don’t know… Maybe it’s one of those feelings Merlin gets everytime something goes wrong. I just knew something was not right.’

Gaius seemed to have accepted his response with a light smile gracing his old face. It looked like he knew Arthur was lying, but didn’t push it, in which Arthur was glad. He straightened up, and ordered his knights.

“Now,time was of the essence, and Merlin must be found! Leon, Elyan and Percival, go on a search patrol with Gaius and try to look for Merlin and Gwaine. They must not have gone that far from the castle. Any signs of life, I want to know! In the meantime, I shall finish the business with the counsel and hopefully I will be able to join you shortly. Dismiss!’

Everyone knew their mission, yet no one seemed to move from their post. Instead, they all shared looks between each other and he thinks he might have seem Gaius hide a laugh at his expense. This was getting them nowhere. Irritated he asked

‘What? Go! Our friend’s lives are at stake here!’ He showed them the door, out of his chambers. When they all made ways to the door, one flushed Elyan pointed to his clothes.

‘We understand my Lord. But, I would suggest finding better clothes than these’ he pointed to his horrible fashion sense. Arthur looked down, ashamed. He didn’t take the time to look at what he grabbed when he got out of bed. Elyan went on ‘ I doubt the council would find you very….Kingly.’

And then, he found himself alone.

He sighed. He hoped he could find Merlin and fast, otherwise not only he would suffer, but so will his fashion sense.

‘ Hang on Merlin! I’m coming for you!’ He mentally told himself and he changed once again to face what was to come.

To be continued in chapter 10...
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