The Middle Earth Wonderers (The Hobbit/LOTR)

Chapter 16.

Azog threw me to the ground like I was nothing, my body hitting the cold, unforgiving stone of his lair. The impact knocked the air out of me, and for a moment, I could only lie there, dazed. My hands trembled as I pushed myself up, trying to get my bearings in the dim, eerie light. Everything felt like it was spinning, my body aching from the fall.

"Why the hell did you bring me here?" I muttered, the pain lacing through my voice as I tried to steady myself.

Azog's laugh echoed off the stone walls, dark and twisted. His massive figure loomed over me, and his eyes glinted with a sick kind of pleasure. He took his time, stepping forward slowly, like he was savoring the moment.

"Why indeed," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You see, little one, I've got a use for you. And trust me, it's not something you're gonna like."

Panic flared in my chest, but I forced myself to my feet, backing away from him. "Get the fuck away from me! You killed my friend!" My voice cracked, but I didn't care. I was angry, terrified, and I wasn't going to go down quietly.

Azog's chuckle sent a chill through me. He was toying with me, enjoying every second of it. "Feisty, aren't you?" He stepped closer, each footfall echoing with a slow, deliberate menace. "Your friend died like the weakling he was. Just like anyone who dares to cross me. But you," he sneered, "I've got bigger plans for you."

"Plans for what..." I asked, my voice barely a whisper, fear crawling up my spine. I couldn't stop myself from stepping back again, trying to put distance between us.

Then it hit me. The realization slammed into me like a wall, and my eyes widened in horror. "No... no, fuck no!" I shouted, my voice shaking as the disgusting reality of his plan became clear.

Azog's laugh was louder this time, a deep, sinister rumble that made my skin crawl. "Oh, now you're catching on." His eyes gleamed with sadistic amusement, feeding off my fear. "Yes, little girl. I've chosen you for something very special."

I screamed out, my voice raw with rage and disgust. "Hell no! I'm not becoming your fucking wife!"

That seemed to amuse him even more. He took another step, his towering presence suffocating. "Oh, you think you have a say in this?" His voice dropped, dark and cold. "You don't. You'll be mine, whether you like it or not."

I backed up as far as I could, feeling the cold wall behind me. "We have nothing in common! You killed my friend! You tried to kill my father!" I spat the words, my heart pounding in my chest. "Fuck you and fuck no!"

Azog's expression shifted from amusement to something darker, more dangerous. I felt the grip of his hand tighten in my hair, pulling me closer to him until I could see every cruel line of his face. "You listen here, little girl. You don't get to make demands or throw tantrums. You will do as I say, or you will suffer consequences you can't even fathom."

Pain shot through my scalp, and I couldn't help but whimper as I looked up at him, tears blurring my vision. "Let me go, you freak!" My voice was strained, a mix of fear and defiance.

His grip tightened even more, and I could feel his hot breath on my face. He leaned in, eyes locked with mine, cold and unforgiving. "You should mind your tone, little one. I could easily break you, snap you like a brittle twig. And I'm sure your friends out there wouldn't want to see that, would they?"

"N-no..." I whispered, fear creeping into my voice, each word heavier than the last.

His expression softened, but it only felt more sinister. He released my hair, but instead, he gripped my chin, forcing me to look directly into his eyes. "That's better. You see, you have two options. You can cooperate and become my wife without a fuss. Or you can be stubborn and fight me every step of the way. But I can guarantee you, the latter will be much more... painful for you."