Link looked over at the window near the kitchen table. He was back in the same room, except this time Ganondorf wasn’t here.

Instead, Evelia was sitting next to his thick chains, carving some sort of intricate designs on his arm.

Of course, it bothered him deeply that he was somewhat getting his arm tattooed by force. But he knew right now, Ganondorf was toying with him.

Not only was it obvious that Link didn’t enjoy the numbing annoyance in his arm, but Evelia didn’t seem to enjoy cutting open his skin till it bled. She was restless after ten minutes of nothing but cutting Link’s arm open with a knife that wasn’t very sharp as well.

“It’s strange that Ganondorf hired you as a torturer and you don’t even enjoy what you’re doing.”

Evelia frowned before making another slash to his arm.

“It’s not exactly what I was expecting. I’m much better with whips and chains.”

Link gritted his teeth as she had done so, shots of pain going up his arm until he had a very uncomfortable numbing feeling there.

He knew this would get worse, but he was impatiently waiting for it to get over with, or even, possible that someone would hurry up and save him.

Of course that would never happen, Link sighed. All your army friends are dead and now you’re locked in a warm looking cabin, which looks too peaceful to even need saving, guarded by hundreds of moblins.

After a while, Ganondorf walked into the room, causing up one more of Link’s glares of hatred. The King of Thieves passed it off, walking up to his partner, Evelia.

“That’s enough,” he said smiling, as he looked at Link’s almost chopped up arm.

“You now understand that this torture could get much worse.”

“I’m not an idiot,” Link said veraciously. “I know you can do better than this, Get-a-dork.”

He made the last immature comment very loud; making sure Ganondorf knew Link referred to him as that. Link couldn’t help but smile at this. He had no idea what made him do that, since he had no alcohol to drink whatsoever, and now he was certain that he had lost his mind somehow.

He looked over to Evelia, who had a very hard time trying not to burst into laughter for that. Ganondorf, however, was not pleased.

“10 lashes today,” he said as the laughter died down immediately. Link knew he was going to be whipped.

“I want 20 tomorrow, and 30 the next day.”

Evelia removed the chains and dragged the somber Link back to his dungeon. He knew it would happen in his cell, because if he screamed, he was certain someone would hear it outside, he might have a chance of someone saving him.

Evelia pulled out the whip that Link noticed that she threatened him with the first day here. Or at least, he thought it was his first day here. He couldn’t even tell anymore due to the fact that he could never see the outside.

She started out with a few test whips away from Link, and then Link braced himself for the pain, which came immediately, and it was definitely extreme pain.



/I push my fingers into my eyes/



Link let out another gasp as he felt like his lungs were about to burst out of his throat.



/It’s the only thing that slowly stops the ache/



Another strike of intense pain came right at him when he wasn’t even prepared for it yet. And this time he let out a scream.



/But it’s made of all the things I have to take/



The scream echoed throughout the house, causing Ganondorf to hear it. He grinned evilly as he took a gulp of wine.



/It never ends, it works its way inside/



And Link could tell that the King of Evil was enjoying this. Rage burst into his body and through his veins, as he bit his lip down for the next whip.



/If the pain goes on, I’m not gonna make it…/



/Lyrics/ (in slashes) by Slipknot's 'Duality'… I DO NOT OWN THEM!!!