#morganaxreader

  The pain that was within you was some of the worst you have felt. It was horrible--you wanted to give up right away. But you couldn’t tell her. You couldn’t tell Morgana who was the one sorcerer who would one day defeat her.

  “Come now, (Y/n). You must know who he is,” Morgana purred, trailing a finger along your chest. You inhaled sharply, turning your gaze away from her. She frowned, snatching your chin. With a fiery glare in her eyes, she said, “Tell me, and you’ll not have to bear the next part of the torture.”

  You tore your head away from her. “No. I shall never tell.”

  Her jaw clenched tightly before she pulled a dagger out of the top of her gown and drew it across your face without breaking any skin. “Are you sure about that?”

  “Yes.” Merlin was your best friend, and he was destined to defeat the woman in front of you. “Do your worst, Woman.”

  She pursed her lips in a mocking way. “Well, if you insist.” A piercing pain rippled from your lower abdomen and through the rest of your body. You screamed, your adrenaline kicking up. Eyes wide, you tried breathing slowly, but it seemed like it was impossible to catch a true breath.

  “Doesn’t that hurt, (Y/n)?” Step by step, she made it around to your back and poked the dagger. You flinched, even though no blood was shed. Snickering, she added, “This torment shall only grow worse if you don’t cooperate.”

  You managed a nod. “I will not speak a word about the sorcerer. Nothing you do will force me to talk.”

  “I wouldn’t think that if I were you,” she warned, swaying around until she stood in front of you once more. “I could give you the most dangerous, most painful disease, or even the serums that have brought even the strongest of men to their knees as they begged for mercy. What makes you any different?”

  You leaned closer, as far as the chains captivating your arms would let you, and snarled, “I have will, and I shall die before I tell you anything.”

  She leaned close to your ear, a smirk plastered onto her face. “Let’s see how much of a man you really are, sir,” Morgana whispered, stabbing the dagger into your lower abs once again.

  Groaning in pain, you grimaced. It was obvious you yearned to spill the words, but you knew the fate of Camelot rested on this. If someone was going to tell, it most definitely wasn’t going to be you.

  “Now, don’t fret. We’re just starting to get to the fun part.”

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Crack! You winced. The whip tore the skin on your back for the tenth time. Blood trickling down your back, you shivered.

  This wasn’t how you desired to spend your day.

  “Had enough yet, Darling?” she inquired. You could hear the smile in her tone.

  Managing to shake you head, you choked out, “Better keep working.”

  “I intend to.” Crack!

  Whipping you was the third treacherous move she tried. First, she stabbed you. Then she tried seducing you, and, when you ignored her, she began slashing your back.

  Her cold hands ran up your back and over your shoulders, slowly rubbing them. “Come now,” she murmured, kissing your neck. “If you tell me, I’ll let you go.”

  Silence came from you, and she groaned in annoyance. “You can’t keep it from me, (Y/n)! Don’t you know that?”

  “I can keep my lips sealed for however long I desire to do so,” you snapped, turning your head with a scowl on your face. “No one will know the secret I keep.”

  “Both of us know that isn’t true. You’re about to give up; I can feel it.” When you glanced away, you smirked. She was the one breaking--not you. Either she was going to let you go, keep you in her castle until you die, or kill you.

  “Let us see who will sink first.”

  Shaking her head, she pulled her whip back, but Morgana knew better. It wasn’t going to phase you at all.

  So what was going to make you talk?

  “(Y/n), you know I will do anything to find out who shall kill me. Do you want me to die? Do you want to die?”

  A sigh escaped your lips. “I made a vow not to voice a word. You won’t get an answer from me.”

  Not a word came from Morgana for several moments, and that worried you. With a small pain, you slumped as you legs started to give out, which caused you to fall on your knees. Wait... your hands were chained high, so you would be hanging.

  When you looked up at Morgana, you saw her uncuffing you. “What are you doing?” you asked, realizing how dry your throat was as you rubbed your wrists--both of which were covered in blue and black bruises.

  “You’re not going to talk. I know you. I’ve known you for quite some time,” she muttered bitterly, walking in front of you. Gingerly, she helped you up onto your feet. “I’m letting you go--for now, I must warn you.”

  Letting out a short laugh, you nodded. “I’ll be looking forward to our next meeting.”