Shandrey sat up to look at the speaker, but he was blinded by bright lights shining in his face. He blinked, shielding his eyes with his hand. The voice asked again, "What were you doing sneaking around?"
Shandrey closed his eyes. Looking into the light was not going to help any. He sat and said nothing. He heard steps, and soon he was slapped across the face. "SPEAK!"
"That will not do any good, he will not speak," came a familiar voice. "Leave now."
The other voice was shakey, "Y-yes sir." Shandrey heard footsteps and then a door was opened and was closed.
The lights were turned off. "I do not like those things, perhaps I should destroy them."
Shandrey was silent. He could hear the aggravation in the other's voice.
"Nothing to say to me, Shandrey?"
"What would I have to say, Fearmonger?"
"I can only imagine. After you took my two shadow blades, I have planned for this day with every free moment. I was hoping you would be defiant to the last. It would make breaking you all the more enjoyable. To taste your fear will by the greatest accomplishment of my life."
"Sorry, but you will never do that."
The fearmonger laughed, an evil, black laugh. "Good, resist me. That is what I want; to break your will and spirit."
"Enough talk, fearmonger. Do whatever you are going to do, but do it now."
"No, not yet. I want you to see this world overrun before I destroy you, and just before you breath you last, you will watch as Endolyn is once again taken by the evil one. Then, and only then, will I taste your fear as my sweet cup of victory."
Two guards entered. "Take him back to his cell until we call for him," the fearmonger growled, "and be quick about it." The guards nodded and picked up Shandrey. They were shaking.
"You see, Shandrey, they fear me. You cannot win here."
The guards took him back to his cell and threw him in. They closed the bars and Shandrey was once again and confined prisoner.
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