[The orcs had real souls, or at least, their father thought so. He named every one of them in secret, visiting their makeshift little cribs and nurseries and whispering to them in the dark until they were too old for him to risk seeing them in private or telling them anything they might repeat to the wrong commander.
That gentle hand causes another sound of pleasure to fall from his lips. He could hate him all he wanted but he was addicted to his touch, his affection. There was no denying it.]
I always desire you. [Disturbingly, sometimes most of all when Sauron terrified him.]
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That gentle hand causes another sound of pleasure to fall from his lips. He could hate him all he wanted but he was addicted to his touch, his affection. There was no denying it.]
I always desire you. [Disturbingly, sometimes most of all when Sauron terrified him.]