Lost Stories of Warcraft

Chapter 3: Parkingsons

(Warning: This chapter's a bit disturbing)

"Let me go elf, when my people find me here what do you think they'll do to you and your people?" The elven taskmaster slapped me with her nails putting not just pain in the impact but putting more scratches on my face.

"You and your friend Parsons killed six of our people and you dared attack our prince, I only wish he hadn't ended his life so quickly." She claimed.

My name is Jacob Parkingsons and I have no idea how I got here, one of my squad members John Ace made a potion that made me pass out, but when I woke up I didn't feel the call of the Scourge, for whatever good it was. Now I'm being tortured, "I told you I don't remember doing that, if I am guilty of those crimes then kill me." I begged.

The taskmaster put some green ooze on a tip of a needle and put the tip into my neck, "This will stop every muscle in your body from moving, but don't worry you'll still be able to feel everything." She stated.

The taskmaster opened up a large leather satchel of various sized shining steel needles and put them on the table across where I was chained to the wall. "Listen I'm sorry, if you want money I got it, in my home in Lordaeron and..... ahhh, aaahhh" I couldn't speak anymore

I couldn't move my jaw or head, a pain swelled up inside my head, and I could feel drool start to fall down the side of my mouth, "Thank goodness I thought you would never shut up," The taskmaster said, "a little high elf poison our rangers mixed up, I'm glad to see you're enjoying it."

I couldn't move my arms and my legs next. I had tried to make an effort to keep my body up right to remove some stress on my wrist and hands, but I couldn't move an inch and I could feel the iron binding tiring in to my flesh putting stress on my bones. "So, you say you don't remember, I believe you, you didn't start talking until yesterday, I gave you that same poison and it didn't have this effect. Poor Parkingsons is now completely the victim now."

"If she knows that then why hasn't she let me go?" I thought

She looked at me, smiled, and shrugged, "But what can I say, I'm bored? I never get to do things like this, I don't even get to test my poisons on animals, better yet a human." She explained.

She got right in my face, she was very beautiful, glowing blue eyes with short black hair tied back in a knot, slim petite body, you would never think someone as small and innocent-looking as her would like to do things like this. "So, you can blink still, that's perfect." She stated.

She walked to her table, took another needle and dipped it in a red ooze this time. "Parkingsons, I'm going to ask you how you're feeling, and if the answer is yes blink once, it the answer is no blink twice."

"Does she really think I'm going to go through something like this?" I thought. I felt the stress on my bones slowly dislocating or breaking my bones, "Does she really think a poisonous needle is going to be worst then this?" I thought. I tried to make some kind of noise, some way I could tell her that it felt like my arm was about to break off.

"Oh, shut up I haven't even touched you yet." She stated as she waved her hand at me.

She put the needle into the flesh of my neck, I felt it go down my collar bone, and it burned like fire, but it didn't compare to the feeling in my wrist, the feeling of pressure on my forearm like it was about to break off, "Deeper, deeper, deeper." She chanted and tilted her head to the side, "That strange, either you have a very high pain threshold or..."

She looked to her left and right, but it was too late, my wrist made a very painful disturbing popping noise and I fell face first in into the hard glass floor. Lights went out and I could feel myself slipping away, by the Light I hoped I was dead.