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Re: Blue 4/?
Date: 2012-07-23 05:39 am (UTC)Inn. Tavern. Haven.
He laughs loudly as he is told a joke, a barmaid scurrying away to fetch more mead. The guards join him, happy to be off duty. The man is careless with his coin, flashing septims as though they were pebbles, tipping like a drunken sailor, gambling heavily without a care. And why not?
They all knew he was in no danger. Those fat, soft hands that had never held a sword for anything beyond ceremony were protected. Only a madman or fool would try anything. The whispers had spread quickly when the captain of the Dainty Sload was arrested. Noster was the first to see it. A little pattern, so subtle it could have been mere graffiti or a a new decoration for the lavish home. But the beggar recognized it.
Protected.
Rumor spread quickly, but nothing could be proved. So the man laughed and drank and gambled, never worrying that any desperate cut-purse would dare try to target him.
It didn't faze him when he heard a sultry voice behind him purr, "I was wondering who could afford Black-Briar Reserve all the way out here, but now it makes sense, Thanke Erikur."
He only turned when of the guards whistled admiringly. It was the the new barmaid, who had been there for only a few nights. A pretty little creature, the bosmer. Surprisingly smooth skin, slightly tanned as though she had been a farm worker. Long black hair tied back in a carefully haphazard braid. Thin, pointed features, with careful applications of makeup. Large silvery eyes that watched him hungrily. The wench put the bottles on the table, and turned with a twitch of her hips. Before she could walk away, her wrist was caught. She allowed herself to be pulled onto his lap, not caring that the movement caused the outfit she wore to reveal long expanses of thighs.
"And who might you be? You have to be new, or I'd have charmed you into my bed already." She smiled impishly.
"Why not call me Daela? And I'll call you Erikur."
"It's a deal then."
And so the night went on. He gambled, he drank, she watched, she laughed. Finally with enough kisses and teasing whispers she led him away from the game and out the door. Erikur knew that she was probably only trying to bed him for money, but she if she was good enough between the sheets, he might indulge her for a few days. Besides, he did have a fondness for elves. As the two left the tavern he noticed am Argonian watching them, and shrugged it off. Probably some dock worker scum who had been trying to size him up for a robbery.
The streets of Solitude were cool as he led her to his home. It was a peaceful trip. No thugs, a few guards patrolling, no foolish shortcuts though alleys. When they reached his door he only stiffened slightly when he felt something sharp poke at his back.
Erikur chuckled. "Now missy, I wouldn't do that if I had brains."
"And why not?"
"I have a friends that you wouldn't want to annoy. By doing something stupid like robbing me."
He expected cursing, bluffing, posturing. what the thane didn't expect was the easy laughter that puffed onto his neck.
"The Thieves Guild? No, I'm not worried about your friends."
"Too bad for you. I'm under protection."
With that he whipped around, hoping to startle her into dropping the knife. He wasn't prepared for the knee that slammed into his gut like a troll's fist, winding him, or the small knife to be plunged into his side.
"I'm protected!" he wheezed.
She chuckled darkly as his vision blurred and wobbled. He felt his face slam into the wooden frame of his door.
"No, dearest Erikur, you aren't."
A single line, breaking the circles.
"Not anymore."
Re: Blue 4/?
Date: 2012-07-23 08:12 am (UTC)just what the A hole deserves
Re: Blue 4/?
Date: 2012-07-24 03:36 pm (UTC)A!A Here
Date: 2012-07-27 09:28 am (UTC)I can't wait to get to the actual torture part. You have no idea how happy I was when I found this prompt, I seriously hated Erikur in every game I played, even when my char was an asshole XD. If there's anything really specific you'd like to happen to him, just say the word, and I'll do my best to work it in :)
I do have a question though: do you want it to be all physical torture, or do you want some psychological mixed in (or vice versa)?
I've already got the end planned out, and I think you'll like it. I do XD
Re: Blue (4/?)
Date: 2012-07-28 12:32 am (UTC)This is going to be the most awesomely beautiful torture fic I have ever read.
GO DAELA WHOO
Blue 5/?
Date: 2012-07-28 03:46 am (UTC)"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/?
Date: 2012-07-29 01:24 am (UTC)Blue 6/?
Date: 2012-07-31 05:54 pm (UTC)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/?
Date: 2012-10-25 12:27 am (UTC)Keep going, please :)