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Blue 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Everything was dark. His mouth tasted bitter and felt rough, and there was a slight sound at the edge of his hearing. His limbs felt heavy, and he felt as though a cave bear had taken up residence in his skull. Erikur tried to move his arms, but he realized they were bound behind his back, and that he was sitting on a rickety wooden chair.

"Sleep well?"

He jumped, as he recognized the throaty purr of the Bosmer from the Winking Skeever. The thane tried to swear, tried to demand his release, but his words became nothing but muffled sounds due to the gag in his mouth. The woman chuckled.

"I suppose I'm being rude, aren't I? Here, let me help you."

With that, the hood was ripped off of his head. For a brief moment the Nord recognized it as an execution hood, but all though fled his mind as he saw the rest of the room, and smelled it as well.

It stank of rot and decay, of bodies left unburied and untouched by scavengers, of the suffocated stench of too much blood. Dark smears stained the walls of the little wooden cabin, some splattered, some in the shape of handprints. There was little furniture save the chair he was tied to, an old wooden workbench, a chest, and two bookshelves loaded with alchemy ingredients. Everything was stained with the old, dried blood, including the hood that was being dangled in front of his face.

"Is that better?" As she spoke, the Bosmer walked from behind him, to lean easily against the side of the nearest bookshelf. Gone were the tavern clothes, the braid, the coy smile. Instead she wore the easy smirk of a predator (wolves and teeth came unbidden to Erikur's mind), her hair loose, and armor even stranger than what the Forsworn wore. It looked to be a tanned hide, with fur lining the inside and shoulders, decorated with fangs and small amounts of mail, and it was incredibly revealing. Mercury eyes watched lazily as he took it all in. "Enjoying the view? I suppose I should give the chance to speak, I've been a terrible host."

Erikur spat as the gag was pulled down around his neck, and his glare was icy.

"You're going to regret doing this, Daela." The elf snickered.

"Please, do you really believe I told you my true name? In a public place where you would be last seen with me?" She clucked her tongue like a parent would towards a misbehaving child. "I thought you were supposed to be intelligent, Erikur."

"Then by the Eight, who are you?!"

Another smirk. "You don't recognize me? I'm hurt. Truly. Deeply. Irreparably. After all I've done for you. Don't you recognize your fellow Thane?" His answer was a disbelieving stare. "No? The Thane who saved Solitude from Potema? The Thane who was at Elenwen's little party? Or perhaps I should cover myself in grey armor, and ask where you want that Balmora Blue planted."

Her? She was the guildmaster of Riften's thieves? She was the alleged Dragonborn? She was the little slut he would ruin if she turned down his advances at Jarl Elisif's court?

"You're-"

"And I have such a memorable name, too. My parents had such a wonderful sense of humor, naming their child Hemlock."


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A/N: Sorry I'm stopping here for now, but it's late and I have job searching to do tomorrow ^^U
So, now you know the identity of Erikur's kidnapper/soon-to-be-torturer! My little Bosmer Hemlock, who loves to mock people. It's probably how she got arrested in the first place XD. I'm off, and if there's anything specific that anyone would like me to include, just say the word, and I'll see if I can work it in ^^

Re: Blue 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

OP here: Dragging him to the abandoned shack was a very nice touch. Looking forward to seeing your vision for his pain progress.

Blue 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

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?"


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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!

Re: Blue 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

YES! I hate Erikur! He's such a bad character, and he does nothing to deserve his "protection".

Keep going, please :)