Sirocco POV
Chinook pushed me into the chair, she then proceeded to hold me there. She strapped on the restraints and put on the helmet thing. Heavy, large meal rods stick out from it. "Why won't you stubborn royal folk just give me the truth?!" Chinook yelled with anger. I'm to weary to talk, so I'll let Meadow do the speaking. Minutes go by and Chinook grown angrier and angrier with every second that goes by without a response. Finally Meadow pipes up, "It's simply really, we can't let you have this information" she says. Chinook just growls and sighs. "I didn't think it'd come to this sheep. Now you have Sirocco tied up, I could kill her at any moment. And you still insist on lying to me?" Chinook asks. Desperation glints Chinook's eyes and in her voice. Chinook runs her paw along a lever before pulling it. Sharp jolts of pain drill into my brain. Interrupting every thought I have. A warm liquid spills from my mouth and soaks into the wooden the chair. A shrill howl of pain comes from my mouth. It eventually gets clouded out by the choking sensation of blood. I can't take it. I can't do this. "God, what will it take for you to break?" Chinook yelps as she runs her claws through my fur. She forces me to bend forwards even though my paws are chained tightly to the arms of the chair. A small whimper erupts from my throat. Chinook clasps me in a hug, pushing the rods in further. "Kill me. Please, I beg of you Chinook" I pleaded. Chinook releases me from the hug. Oh the relief. I can sit up straight again. Chinook pulls the lever once more. Black dots cloud my eyes, I can't see. I can't see. Help. "Help!" I scream.
Meadow POV
Sirocco's bloodied and bruised body lay in that chair. Nearly lifeless eyes look back at me. My ears still ring from her pained screeches. Chinook swings open the cell door and jams a wrench beneath my shackles. My hooves are free for a split second. It's my chance!. I wind my arm up for a hard blow. Thud! My hoof hits Chinook head and knocks her clean out. Her sleepy corps falls to the floor with a blow. Blood drips from her muzzle. Serves her right. I stand up and stretch quickly before I run out of the cell to Sirocco. She's so broken. Everything, broken. From her spirit to a quarter of her ribcage. I clutch her tightly in my arms and stroke her fur gently with my hooves. I hate to admit it, but it's true. "I love you..." I whisper as I pull her in tighter. Thankfully, she's not strapped in very tightly, so I can undo the restraints around her legs and wrists fairly easily. But the thing on her head is a different story. I pull each individual rod out of her head, blood streams run from ever single spot where the rods touched. I throw her arms around me and half carry, half drag her out of the hell hole we were trapped in. What amazes me is that all of the wolves aren't here. They must be out looting something. I drag Sirocco's bloodied mess of a body through the woods and to Shire. "Shhhh, boy. It's okay, it's okay. We're here" I comfort the horse. I throw Sirocco over Shire's back and hop on in front of her. Our ride goes along smoothly until we arrive back at the Kingdom. All eyes are on me and the bloodied queen I have behind me. "Make way! Make way!" I call as Shire stampedes through the street. We pull up right outside of the doctor's office and I pick Sirocco up off of Shire's back. She's so light. Her sleepy eyes are just like the one's of a pup. She seems so.... Defenceless. She seems like a mere puppy. Yep, I can confirm it. I've fallen for her. I carry her like a child, her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms overstretched over my shoulders. "Doctor! Help! Queen Sirocco is in critical condition!" I declare as I go to main desk and dump her down. Once the doctor sees her, his eyes bulge open. He runs his hand through his goat beard and looks her up and down. "I'm not so sure I can save her" he says
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Dire Kingdom 2
FantasyGo read Dire Kingdom 1 if you haven't already! This story will make no sense if you don't. Content warning// Mature language, Mature themes, violence, alcohol, Stockholm syndrome, Torture, Suicide