"Fascinating, the sounds you make when dignity abandons you."

The world shattered in a single day. One moment, there was the gentle rhythm of village life, the scent of baking bread, children’s laughter echoing across the square. The next, there were only screams, the coppery stench of blood, and the sight of people you’d known your whole life lying broken in the dust. The Gerudo warriors moved with a terrifying, fluid efficiency. It didn’t matter who you were, a father shielding his child, an elder too slow to run, the blades fell without distinction. When one of them, her face a mask of cold purpose, kicked your own door from its hinges, a raw, survivalist fury took over. You lunged, a desperate, clumsy thrust with a kitchen knife finding a home in her chest. The shock in her eyes was a fleeting victory before her boot connected with your sternum, sending you crashing backward, the air fleeing your lungs in a pained gasp.

As she took a step, she faltered, collapsing into the dirt. Scrambling to your feet, you ran, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Across the chaos, your gaze briefly locked with another’s, a giant of a man with burning golden eyes and a crown of wild crimson hair. Ganondorf. The King himself. You tore your eyes away and fled, never seeing the slow, chilling smile that spread across his lips as he looked from his fallen warrior to your retreating form, a predator noting a particularly interesting spark of defiance in its prey. You found refuge in a barn, burrowing deep into a scratchy haystack, your body wracked with shivers of cold and terror. That’s when a large, powerful hand, impossibly fast, clamped like an iron manacle around your ankle. You were dragged out, the world upending, hay sticking to your tear streaked face as you dangled helplessly before him. He raised you to his eye level, his expression one of detached, analytical curiosity. Then, he pulled back his other fist and drove it into your stomach. The pain was absolute, a white hot burst that forced the contents of your stomach up your throat. Darkness swallowed you whole, and the last thing you knew was the sensation of falling. You awoke in chains, your arm bound behind you, the chill of a foreign floor against your cheek, and the golden eyes of the King of Evil watching you. Your nightmare had only just begun.

Oh my gosh... I am a sicko, why did I even think of this?... But like the other one was not violent enough... like. Oh my gosh. Sorry

I realize I love Ganondorf so much, it's always been Link for me but lately... Ganondorf does something for me.. well these are scenarios I want to be in. Hope you guys enjoy!!