tg.wizardfirstrule-第132部分

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ng　she　was　right；　there　was　nothing　he　could　do　to　stop　her。　He　was　at　her　mercy；　and　he　didn't　think　she　had　a　shred　of　it。
　
　〃I　understand；　Mistress　Denna。　I　believe　you。〃　Her　pleasant　smile　made　him　need　to　think　of　how　pretty　her　braid　was。
　
　〃Good。　Now；　take　off　your　shirt。〃　Her　smile　widened　at　the　puzzled　look　on　his　face；　and　the　way　he　started　unbuttoning　his　shirt　nonetheless。　She　held　the　Agiel　in　front　of　his　eyes。　〃It's　time　to　teach　you　all　the　things　the　Agiel　can　do。　If　you　leave　your　shirt　on；　it　will　be　covered　in　blood；　and　I　won't　be　able　to　find　a　fresh　spot　on　you。　You　are　going　to　see　why　the　outfit　I　wear　is　this　color。〃
　
　He　pulled　his　shirttail　out。　He　was　breathing　hard；　in　a　near　panic。　〃But　Mistress　Denna；　what　have　I　done　wrong？〃
　
　She　cupped　a　hand　to　the　side　of　his　face　with　mock　concern。　〃Why；　don't　you　know？〃　He　shook　his　head；　swallowing　back　the　lump　in　his　throat。　〃You　have　let　yourself　be　captured　by　a　Mord…Sith。　You　should　have　killed　all　my　men　with　your　sword。　I　think　you　could　have　done　it。　You　were　very　impressive；　as　far　as　you　went。　Then　you　should　have　used　your　knife　or　your　bare　hands　to　kill　me；　while　I　was　vulnerable；　before　I　had　control　of　your　magic。　You　should　have　never　given　me　the　chance　to　take　control　of　the　magic　from　you。　You　should　have　never　tried　to
　
　use　it　against　me。〃　　‘
　
　〃But　why　must　you　use　the　Agiel　on　me；　now。〃
　
　She　laughed。　〃Because　I　want　you　to　learn。　Learn　that　I　can　do　whatever　I　want；　and　there　is　no　way　for　you　to　stop　me。　You　must　learn　that　you　are　totally　helpless；　and　that　if　you　enjoy　any　time　without　pain；　it　is　only　because　I　choose　it。　Not　you。〃　The　smile　left　her　face。　She　went　to　the　table；　returned　with　manacles　held　with　a　length　of　chain。　〃Now。　You　have　a　problem　that　annoys　me。　You　keep　falling　down。　We　are　going　to　fix　that。　Put　these　on。〃
　
　She　threw　them　at　him。　He　struggled　to　control　his　breathing　as　he　latched　each　iron　band　to　a　shaking　wrist。　Denna　dragged　the　chair　over　to　a　beam；　made　him　stand　under　it。　She　stood　on　the　chair　to　hook　the　chain　to　an　iron　peg。
　
　〃Stretch　up。　It　doesn't　reach　yet。〃　He　had　to　stand　on　his　toes　and　stretch　before　she　could　get　it　hooked。　〃There。〃　She　smiled。　〃Now　we　won't　have　any　more　problems　with　you　falling　down。〃
　
　Richard　hung　from　the　chain；　trying　to　control　his　terror；　the　iron　bands　digging　into　his　wrists　because　of　his　own　weight。　He　knew　there　was　nothing　he　could　do　to　stop　her　before；　but　this　was　different。　It　amplified　his　helplessness；　made　him　all　the　more　aware　that　there　was　no　way　for　him　to　fight　back。　Denna　pulled　on　her　gloves；　walked　around　him　several　times；　tapping　the　Agiel　against　her　hand；　prolonging　his　anxiety。
　
　If　only　he　had　been　killed　trying　to　stop　Darken　Rahl…that　was　a　price　he　had　been　prepared　to　pay。　This　was　different。　This　was　death　without　dying。　Living　death。　He　was　not　even　to　be　allowed　the　dignity　of　fighting　back。　He　knew　what　the　Agiel　felt　like；　he　didn't　need　her　to　show　him　anymore。　She　was　only　doing　this　to　take　away　his　pride；　his　self…respect。　To　break　him。
　
　Denna　tapped　the　Agiel　against　his　chest　and　back　as　she　continued　walking　around　him。　Each　touch　of　it　was　like　a　dagger　knifing　into　him。　Each　touch　made　him　cry　out　in　pain　and　twist　on　the　chain；　and　he　knew　she　hadn't　even　really　begun　yet。　The　first　day　was　still　not　over；　and　there　would　be　many　more　to　e。　He　cried　at　his　helplessness。
　
　Richard　imagined　his　sense　of　self；　his　dignity；　as　a　living　thing；　saw　it　in　his　mind。　He　imagined　a　room。　A　room　that　was　impervious　to　anything；　to　any　harm。　He　put　his　dignity；　his　self　respect；　into　that　room；　and　locked　the　door。　No　one　would　have　a　key　to　that　door。　Not　Denna；　not　Darken　Rahl。　Only　him。　He　would　endure　what　was　to　e；　for　as　long　as　it　was　to　e；　without　his　dignity。　He　would　do　what　he　had　to；　and　someday　he　would　unlock　the　door；　and　be　himself　again；　even　it　if　was　only　in　death。　But　for　now；　he　would　be　her　slave。　For　now。　But　not　always。　Someday；　it　would　end。
　
　Denna　took　his　face　in　both　her　hands　and　kissed　him；　hard。　Hard　enough　to　make　his　cut　lip　throb　and　sting。　She　seemed　to　enjoy　the　kiss　more　when　she　was　sure　it　hurt　him。　She　took　her　face　from　his；　her　eyes　wide　with　delight。　〃Shall　we　begin；　my　pet？〃　she　whispered。
　
　〃Please；　Mistress　Denna；〃　he　whispered；　〃don't　do　this。〃
　
　Her　smile　widened。　〃That's　what　I　wanted　to　hear。〃
　
　Denna　began　showing　him　what　the　Agiel　would　do；　how　if　she　dragged　it　lightly　across　his　flesh；　it　raised　fluid…filled　welts；　and　how　if　she　pressed　a　little　harder；　they　filled　with　blood。　When　she　bore　down；　he　could　feel　warm　wetness　on　his　sweaty；　skin。　She　could　also　make　the　exact　same　pain　without　leaving　a　mark。　His　teeth　hurt　from　gritting　them　so　hard。　Sometimes　she　would　stand…　behind　him；　waiting　until　he　was　off　guard　before　she　touched　it　to　him。　When　she　tired　of　that　she　made　him　close　his　eyes　and　keep　them　closed　while　she　walked　around　him；　pressing　it　against　him　or　dragging　it　around　his　chest。
　
　She　would　laugh　when　she　succeeded　in　making　him　think　it　was　ing；　and　he　would　brace　for　it；　and　it　didn't。　One　particularly　sharp　jab　brought　his　eyes　open　wide；　giving　her　an　excuse　to　use　the　glove。　She　made　him　beg　for　forgiveness　for　opening　his　eyes　without　being　told　to　do　so。　His　wrists　bled　from　the　manacles　cutting　into　them。　It　was　impossible　to　keep　his　weight　off　them。
　
　His　anger　only　got　away　from　him　once；　when　she　pressed　the　Agiel　into　his　armpit。　She　stood　with　a　smirk；　watching；　while　he　twisted；　trying　to　think　of　her　hair。　Since　putting　the　Agiel　there　caused　him　to　lose　control　of　the　anger；　she　concentrated　on　that　area　for　a　long　time；　but　he　didn't　make　the　same　mistake　twice。　Since　he　didn't　bring　on　the　pain　of　the　magic　again；　she　did　it　for　him；　only　when　she　did　it　he　couldn't　turn　it　off；　no　matter　how　hard　he　tried。　He　had　to　beg　her　to　do　it　for　him。　Sometimes　she　would　stand　in　front　of　him；　watching　him　catch　his　breath。　A　few　times；　she　pressed　herself　against　him；　hugging　his　chest；　squeezing；　the　hardness　of　the　leather　making　every　wound　it　pressed　against　flare　anew　in　pain。
　
　Richard　had　no　idea　how　long　this　torture　lasted。　Much　of　the　time；　he　wasn't　aware　of　anything　but　the　pain；　as　if　it　were　a　living　thing；　there　with　him。　He　was　only　aware　that　at　some　point；　he　knew　he　would　do　anything　she　said；　no　matter　what　it　was；　if　only　she　would　stop　hurting　him。　He　looked　away　from　the　Agiel。　The　mere　glimpse　of　it　made　tears　well　up　in　his　eyes。　Denna　was　right　about　herself；　she　never　tired　or　became　bored　with　what　she　did。　It　seemed　to　constantly　fascinate　her；　keep　her　amused；　satisfied。　The　only　thing　that。　seemed　to　make　her　happier　than　hurting　him　was　when　he　begged　her　to　stop。　He　would　have　begged　more；　to　make　her　happy；　but　most　of　the　time　he　was　incapable　of　talking。　Simply　breathing　was　almost　more　than　he　could　handle。
　
　He　no　longer　tried　to　keep　the　pressure　off　his　wrists；　and　hung　limp；　delirious。　He　thought　she　stopped　for　a　while；　but　he　hurt　so　much　from　what　she　had　already　done　that　he　wasn't　sure。　The　sweat　in　his　eyes　was　blinding　him；　the　sweat　running　into　the　wounds　caused　them　to　burn。
　
　When　his　head　cleared　somewhat；　she　returned；　walking　behind　him。　He　braced　for　what　he　knew　was　ing。　Instead；　she　grabbed　a　fistful　of　hair　and　jerked　his　head　back。
　
　〃Now；　my　pet；　I'm　going　to　show　you　something　new。　I'm　going　to　show　you　how　kind　a　mistress　I　really　am。〃　She　pulled　his　head　back；　hard；　until　the　pain　made　him　tense　the　muscles　in　his　neck　to　resist　the　pressure。　She　put　the　Agiel　against　his　throat。　〃Stop　fighting　me；　or　I　won't　take　it　away。〃
　
　Blood　was　running　into　his　mouth；　he　relaxed　his　neck　muscles；　allowing　her　to　pull　as　hard　as　she　wanted。
　
　〃Now；　my　pet；　listen　very　carefully。　I'm　going　to　put　the　Agiel　in　your　right　ear。〃　Richard　almost　choked　with　fear。　She　jerked　his　head　back　to　make　him　stop　it。　〃It's　different　from　putting　it　anywhere　else。　It　hurts　a　lot　more。　But　you　must　do　exactly　as　I　say。〃　Her　mouth　was　right　by　his　ear；　she　whispered　to　him　like　a　lover。　〃In　the　past；　when　I　have　had　a　sister　Mord…Sith　with　me；　we　would　both　put　our　Agiel　in　the　man's　ears　at　the　same　time。　He　would　make　a　scream　unlike　any　other。　The　sound　of　it　is　intoxicating。　I　get　chills　just　thinking　about　it。〃
　
　〃But；　it　would　also　kill　him。　We　were　never　successful　at　using　two　Agiel　at　the　same　time　in　that　particular　way　without　killing　him。　We　kept　trying；　but　they　always　died。　Be　thankful　I　am　your　mistress；　there　are　others　who　still　try。〃
　
　〃Thank　you；　Mistress　Denna。〃　He　wasn't　sure　what　he　was　thanking　her　for；　but　he　didn't　want…her　to　do　whatever　it　was　she　had　planned
　
　〃Pay　attention；〃　she　whispered　harshly。　Her　voice　softened　again。　〃When　I　do　this；　you　must　not　move。　If　you　move；　it　will　damage　things　inside　you。　It　won't　kill　you；　but　it　will　cause　irrevocable　disability。　Some　men　who　move　go　blind；　some　are　no　longer　able　to　move　anything　on　one　side　of　their　body；　some　can't　talk　anymore；　or　walk。　But　in　all　who　move；　something　is　spoiled。　I　want　you　fully　functional。　Mord…Sith　who　are　more　cruel　than　I　don't　tell　their　pets　not　to　move；　they　just　do　it　without　warning　them。　So　you　see？　I　am　not　so　cruel　as　you　thought。　Still；　only　a　few　of　the　men　I　do　it　to　are　able　to　hold　still。　Even　though　I　warn　them；　they　still　jerk；　and　then　they　are　left　impaired。〃
　
　Richard　couldn't　hold　back　from　crying。　〃Please；　Mistress　Denna；　please　don't　do　it；　please。〃
　
　He　could　feel　the　breath　of　her　smile。　She　ran　her　wet　tongue　into　his　ear；　kissed　it。　〃But　I　want　to；　my　pet。　Don't　forget；　hold　still；　don't　move。〃
　
　Richard　clenched　his　teeth；　but　nothing　could　have　prepared　him　for　it。　His　head　felt　as　it　had　been　turned　to　glass　and　shattered　into　a　thousand　pieces。　His　fingernails　cut　into　his　palms。　All　sense　of　time　shattered　apart　with　everything　else。　He　was　in　a　wasteland　of　agony　with　no　beginning；　no　end。　Every　nerve　in　his　body　seared　with　razor…sharp；　burning　misery。　He　had　no　idea　how　long　she　held　the　Agiel　there；　but　when　she　took　i