-Y/N pov-
Once I was taken to their base. The witch that took me asked me one simple question.
Witch/ Gweilo: "~So do you love me?~" she says with a hint of venom in her voice.
I responded like any taken man......I spat in her face.....with the benefit of hindsight, it wasn't a good idea because after I did that, she told her guards to take me to a cell and leave me there for one week, days with no food or water. Once I heard this, I was suddenly stripped of my amour and thrown into a cold damp cell. Now, I would have died, if it wasn't for a small leek in the roof that had water coming out at a decent rate, not a lot but enough for me to live a bit longer.
Once my week was up, Gweilo came back with a glass of water and a hot meal. She had her guards hold me to my knees and my arms back, stopping me from moving. Then Gweilo started to feed me. At first I was hesitant but once she said, "~Come on dear I wouldn't want you starve you must be soooo hungry~" She said with an odd sense off care to her voice.
As much as didn't want to admit it, I was sooo hungry and gave in. The food was delicious. Once I had finished the food, she repeated the question again.
Gweilo: "~So do you love me now?~" She says with a sickly sweet tone.
After she said those words, I remembered where I was and my hate came right back so I responded with a venom filled come back .
"Rot in hell!" I spat out.
This did not please her as once I did, she slashed my face with the back of her swords handle, cutting my cheek in the process. She then had her guards place me back in the cell and what she relayed to them made my hair stand on end.
Gweilo: "Make sure he can't stand or wants to talk to his wife in such a manner when i come back" She says in a voice of pure malice.
And once she said that, that's all I went through for three straight weeks, the worst amount of pain and torment that you could ever imagine. Every inch of my body hurts, my blood fresh and dried over the cold stone floor like some demonic carpet. The tools that they used to cut and break me lay on a wooden table, not far from me. They are also drenched in my blood. Once in a while, Gweilo would come to "check up on me" but it was just to see if I had finally submitted to her but I would never in all my life, and every time I said no, the torture would get worse and worse. At the amount of pain I was given, the sound of giving in to her seemed better and better by the day. That was the highlight of my week, her visits, just so the pain would stop but I would be lying if her touch was not a nice feeling, more than the sharp metal or hard leather from there tools.
But as much as they tried, I would not break, but I knew that my body was failing me and I could not go on for much longer but I held on to hope, hope that she would and I had a feeling that in some sick and twisted way, Gweilo did care for me, after all, I am her "trophy" and according to her, she never has lost a trophy. So I was hoping she didn't want me dead yet that is.
-no ones pov-
Today was the day that Y/N would put his plan in to action. He knew the risk of this plan, if his suspicion of Gweilo was wrong, then he would be fed to the rats. So it was all or nothing and once he heard the guards coming to see how Y/N was holding up and to see if he still held breath, he made his body go limp and slowed his breathing to something just above a whisper to appear dead, and as the guards come to continue where they left of last night, they were stunned as the cocky, and hard to break, prisoner was now dangling lifeless. The guards went in to a frenzy of fear as they knew what would happen to them if he was in fact dead. While one of them was panicking in a corner, the second guard was able to think of a way out of the mess they were in so he undid Y/N's chains and as his limp body fell to the floor with a thud. Upon seeing the "dead" body not move, the second guard began to panic as well and speak to himself.
Guard 2: "No,no,no! This is not good! If he is dead, then what will she do to us?!" He said in a panic driven state, his mind flooded with every terrible thing that Gweilo said she would do to them if Y/N died under there watch. The first guard then spoke.
Guard 1: "I-I-If she finds out tha-" He spoke in a frightened tone but was cut of by a sinister voice that he knew all to well.
Gweilo: "If I find out what solider?" She no longer spoke in her sickly sweet voice that she would use around Y/N, but a cold and commanding one.
As the, now petrified, guard slowly stood and turned to his master, the fear of death plagued his mind and body, but before he could even come up with some poor excuse to save his life, Gewilo rushed past him in a burst of fear for her beloved. As she cradled him in her arms, tears building up in her eyes as she realizes what she has forced upon him and this was no way to make someone love you, but it was to late.
Her tears pouring out of her eyes and splashing onto his body, and in some magical influence, he moves and began to groan seeing this Gweilo was filled with overwhelming joy and clasped on to Y/N with an overwhelming amount of force, almost as if she let go in the slightest he would vanish, but before the knight could say a word, Gweilo forced her lips on to his in a mad sense of passion and devotion to her "lover", and once she had to part for air, she stared in to his E/C before speaking in a loving tone.
Gweilo: "Y/N, my love, I am so sorry! That was no way to make you love me, I see that now.. so I will now make sure that it will never happen again, I love you.."
