Sauron strode through the deserted hall; the ghosts of his former victims echoing in the silent ether. He felt victorious. The prize beyond him, hung upside down over a slow fire, pins jammed under fingernails and whip marks over the milk-white body.
“Saruman, now I have your allegiance I will let you go.” Sauron pushed his finger into the wizard’s eye.
Saruman screamed. Sauron held the fŽa of the eye in his palm. “One day I will mount this atop a tower to spy on Middle-earth. Others will think it is my eye, but it will be yours. How delicious.”
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