Characters: Erikur, F!DB Tags: char:F!PC, char:Erikur, relationship:gen, es:skyrim, race:Bosmer, kink:torture Summary: "What a lovely mess you've made, Erikur. And now it's up to me to clean it up. Sit tight. I'll be right with you."
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He glared while he tried to think of a plan, but it was useless. His mind was still sluggish. The Bosmer continued chatting as she pulled a small steel dagger from one of the bookcases and examined the edge.
"Magic never ran particularly strongly in our family, so I'm unsure if they were clairvoyant. They must have been, considering that one of my favorite tools to use is poison. Or perhaps it was self-fulfilling prophecy. If I had been named something else, would my talents have gone in a different direction? Or has our family always worked in the shadows? I was never sure, and I doubt I'll know until I leave Skyrim and find them again." She paused, thoughtful. A bright smile crossed her face, and Hemlock looked back to Erikur.
"Oh dear. I started monologuing. And here I promised myself that I wouldn't turn into a storybook character. So, what do you think?"
"I think I'll give you one chance to let me go, or you'll pay dearly for this."
She clucked her tongue at him.
"That's hardly polite. Didn't your parents ever teach you manners?"
"What kind of manners should I show to some knife-eared bitch who-"
His indignant shouting was cut off by her empty hand being slapped over his mouth.
"Shh." Gone was the smile, replaced with the patient steel of a warrior. "Do you hear that?"
For a moment he couldn't, and Erikur wondered why she whispered.
Then the noise reached his ears.
It was familiar.
It was what he had heard when he awoke.
So faint it might have been the whistling of wind around the building, the Nord heard a voice.
A woman's voice.
Faint.
Far away.
Sobbing.
He gave his captor a questioning look, but she merely shook her head.
Though it could only have been a minute, it felt like they were silent for hours until the wailing finally faded away. Hemlock smirked at him.
"Well, well. You should be more careful Erikur, unless you want to attract her attention again. It seems I'll have to be more careful with you." She moved the dagger over his heart, a clear threat that it would plunge into his chest if he so much as moved. She replaced the gag over his mouth, tying it securely before backing away. Giving him a once-over she nodded, before she placed the dagger onto a shelf and began rifling through the many bowls of ingredients.
"I think it's time we got started, yes?"
____________________________ A/N: And here we go! I'm sorry it's progressing so slowly, but I promise the next part will have the actual torture begin. I'm trying to include a little humor while it goes on, but not too much I hope. ^^U I dunno, this is only my second fill, so I'm still trying to figure stuff out. Well, hopefully I'll have the next part soon! Hope you guys enjoy!
Blue 6/?
Tags: char:F!PC, char:Erikur, relationship:gen, es:skyrim, race:Bosmer, kink:torture
Summary: "What a lovely mess you've made, Erikur. And now it's up to me to clean it up. Sit tight. I'll be right with you."
_______________________________________________
He glared while he tried to think of a plan, but it was useless. His mind was still sluggish. The Bosmer continued chatting as she pulled a small steel dagger from one of the bookcases and examined the edge.
"Magic never ran particularly strongly in our family, so I'm unsure if they were clairvoyant. They must have been, considering that one of my favorite tools to use is poison. Or perhaps it was self-fulfilling prophecy. If I had been named something else, would my talents have gone in a different direction? Or has our family always worked in the shadows? I was never sure, and I doubt I'll know until I leave Skyrim and find them again." She paused, thoughtful. A bright smile crossed her face, and Hemlock looked back to Erikur.
"Oh dear. I started monologuing. And here I promised myself that I wouldn't turn into a storybook character. So, what do you think?"
"I think I'll give you one chance to let me go, or you'll pay dearly for this."
She clucked her tongue at him.
"That's hardly polite. Didn't your parents ever teach you manners?"
"What kind of manners should I show to some knife-eared bitch who-"
His indignant shouting was cut off by her empty hand being slapped over his mouth.
"Shh." Gone was the smile, replaced with the patient steel of a warrior. "Do you hear that?"
For a moment he couldn't, and Erikur wondered why she whispered.
Then the noise reached his ears.
It was familiar.
It was what he had heard when he awoke.
So faint it might have been the whistling of wind around the building, the Nord heard a voice.
A woman's voice.
Faint.
Far away.
Sobbing.
He gave his captor a questioning look, but she merely shook her head.
Though it could only have been a minute, it felt like they were silent for hours until the wailing finally faded away. Hemlock smirked at him.
"Well, well. You should be more careful Erikur, unless you want to attract her attention again. It seems I'll have to be more careful with you." She moved the dagger over his heart, a clear threat that it would plunge into his chest if he so much as moved. She replaced the gag over his mouth, tying it securely before backing away. Giving him a once-over she nodded, before she placed the dagger onto a shelf and began rifling through the many bowls of ingredients.
"I think it's time we got started, yes?"
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A/N: And here we go! I'm sorry it's progressing so slowly, but I promise the next part will have the actual torture begin. I'm trying to include a little humor while it goes on, but not too much I hope. ^^U
I dunno, this is only my second fill, so I'm still trying to figure stuff out.
Well, hopefully I'll have the next part soon! Hope you guys enjoy!