Source: Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien made Middle-earth - but not this bit.
The fire burnt, all-consuming, all pervading… no escape.
Muscles taut, sinews aching, he tried to arch away… His flesh burned, skin seared from the touch, Boromir twisted, bucked, but was captured, unable to withdraw from the smouldering heat licking against his chest… belly. The tortured man gasped, choked back a scream as the exquisite pain consumed him – he was burning up!
It would end, he told himself… It would end!
Boromir reached frantically to grab salvation, some help… this time he screamed aloud.
Théodred watched his writhings, knowingly… wantonly… and the fires of desire in his eyes flared even brighter.