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Thread: The Sixth House Is Risen

Sev'vesk was a natural-born meat shield, she decided. He took the lead without having to be asked to do so, and the elf didn't seem to mind very much. She looked over her shoulder at him as he introduced himself. Well met, Sev'vesk, she said with a half nod, before she turned to scan the lower floor of the tradehouse. There was an Altmer - the shopkeeper, probably - standing behind a counter, and a set of stairs behind him leading to an upper floor. The tavern part of the tradehouse was above them, she assumed the voices coming from that direction were what she expected to hear. They gave me some coins and some papers. Said something about meeting with this old Imperial in Balmora. I guess I will... I don't have much better to do, she continued the conversation as though they had never stopped talking. Besides, there had been the heavy implication that failure to deliver that package would result in being sent back to prison, and that was the last thing she wanted. Aerin had escaped from every dungeon in Cyrodiil, save the one in the Imperial City. Nobody had escaped from that one in a very, very long time. She shuddered involuntarily at the memory, then led Sev'vesk up the staircase. She planned to join the local Thieves' guild, of course, but that might be hard to do since she didn't even know where to start looking. She paid for some kind of local jerky as well as a drink. Food was generally better to purchase less chance of pissing off some innkeeper and getting poisoned that way. Aerin turned back to the Argonian she had just met. What about you?
Thread: The Sixth House Is Risen

Sev'vesk listened to her speak as he walked, following, thinking about himself. Now that he was here, what could he do? He tried to think of an answer for her, ending up failing to do so. Sev'vesk cleared his throat softly before speaking. I am not sure what I am doing. They gave me no coin of which to spend, most likely in fear I'd somehow buy a weapon. I am not sure why I was released or what they intend to do by releasing an Assasin. Not they're smartest idea, he said. In his experience, he was trained NOT to speak out about what he was doing. He shrugged it off, not directly caring too much. The Argnoian shuttered. I suppose I will find job, seeing as I fit for Skyrim!
Thread: A Little Sisterly Affection {fate & Incognito}

Gwen couldn't remember what had happened. She blinked, once, twice, three times, trying to clear her vision, yet a haze remained, clouding everything, blurring it. She couldn't tell where she was, or at least, not by sight. she tried to move, but her limbs felt heavy, leaden, as though someone had tied great weights to them. A supreme effort made her raise her arm a few inches, but no more than that. Exhausted, the girl let it fall back down. Something was definitely up. She knew that much. The sluggish body, the hazy sight, the foggy thoughts, it all lead to one logical conclusion she'd been drugged. So now, Gwen had to ask herself, what had happened? What was the last thing she remembered? Though her thoughts still refused to fully present themselves, bits of memory were starting to march through the haze. She'd come home. With her first, real boyfriend. You'd think at seventeen, she'd have had more. Especially because, in reality, Gwen was quite beautiful. Skin of porcelain, lips a kissable red, the face of a model. Her brown eyes were quick, and had a sheen of intelligence that simply couldn't be denied. Flowing brown hair curled about her shoulders, often styled as best she could manage. Gwen did try to stay on top of such things, though schoolwork and public service came first. Her sister was always telling her she needed to lighten up, often adding significant looks. Older, wiser, and more experienced you'd think she would be more forthcoming with advice. But back on the date. His name had been Charles, and he'd been wonderful. Said all the right things, did all the right things, kissed at just the right time with just the right amount of passion. Gwen had seriously been thinking about allowing him to be her first, to take her to new heights. They'd come home with that in mind. She'd been wearing her newest skirt and a loose blouse. His hand had slid inside her shirt. They'd paused to sneak a few glasses of wine from her parents' stash... And the memory ended there. Is-, is anyone there? croaked Gwen. She raised her head, looking about the room, trying to see or hear anything that would give something away.
Thread: A Little Sisterly Affection {fate & Incognito}

Linda sat opposite of the hazy Gwen, had been sitting impatiently for what seemed like hours. In truth, it hadn't even been an hour since she had been drugged, but the older sister was eager to get things....underway. She was attractive, much like her younger sister, but in different ways. Her hair was a jet black, past shoulder length and in straight, silky strands. Her breasts were an even C cup, firm and perfectly rounded. Her green eyes were fiercer then Gwen's, spoke for themselves and told what they wanted. Right now, they were dancing all over her poor sister's stripped, naked body, admiring the few. Linda had allowed her little sister to move in a few months back for school and convenience, and since then, she had discovered a certain....attraction to the younger girl. Linda was an open minded individual with sex, but she viewed Gwen differently then any random guest she had ever to entertain. She was possessive, flirty more then once, she had dropped seductive hints and looks that were subtle in nature. She'd been content with these, to Gwen lived in her house under her rules. A quick casual glance of her naked or bent over drew her attention occasionally, but not much else. Then came Charles. Linda had despised the boy the moment she met him. He was pleasant enough, and seemed genuinely interested in her sister....except that was the problem. It was after Gwen started dated that she realized just how possessive she was of her little sister. This stupid boy couldn't have her. Gwen was HERS. So she had set up a little trap she had drugged her wine stash, knowing both of them wouldn't be able to resist, being in the mood. She had dragged Gwen off when they passed out, stripped her clothes, and tied her up in the basement, suspended from the celing with her arms above her head and her legs spread wide. Then, when Charles woke up, he had sent the confused and sluggish boy on his way home, claiming her sister needed to sleep. So, you're awake, Gwen. You have a lot of nerve, drinking from my liquor cabinet and bringing that boy over....
Thread: A Little Sisterly Affection {fate & Incognito}

The grogginess made Gwen's head continue to spin, but things were starting to become cleanlier. She could certainly understand her situation arms stretching up, legs spread wide. It seemed like something you'd do to a prisoner, tie them up and torture them. Plus... she was naked? Why bother stripping her? Wait, why bother tying her up? And was that... Linda? asked Gwen. She blinked a few more times, clearing her vision completely. Yes, there was her sister, standing there with a strange expression on her face. So... her sister had tied her up and stripped her like this? Because of drinking some alcohol? But... I didn't think you'd mind,' said Gwen. she blinked. You even said so, didn't you? And why am I tied up like this? And why am I... naked The girl looked down then, as if to confirm her situation. Yes, tied there, bound in place. The cool air of the dungeon blowing against her skin, forcing her to shiver. The chains above her rattled with the motion, and rattled again as Gwen tried to move, her legs and arms flexing. Nothing helped though, she'd certainly been sealed well. Not that Gwen could tear through much, in her current condition, still weak from the drugging. Too many questions swarmed her mind, and she ended up just staring incredulously at her sister, her expression asking much.
Thread: Gladiator

Having her slave girls quicken her fans she let her eyes cast out over the burning sands. The heat of Rome being enough to drive any man to madness, a perfect day in her thoughts for a Gladiatorial battle. Curling her plump lips into a smirk of satisfaction she watched as the men went against one another, their conflict causing her to sip her wine in enjoyment. Fixing her wine and vanilla colored dress she adjusted the thin cotton over her body. Keeping the gold rope tied tight to her waist making sure that her dress would not come astray for anyone to see her. She was a proper Roman woman and she planned to remain that way.
Thread: This Skin is Stained

Fuck you. She said. Clearly, she was willing to avoid this conversation. It didn't matter that she would be in here for another, oh, ten hours or whatever. Eventually she would crash into sleep or just not sleep at all. Regardless of what came first, she didn't care. She didn't need to talk to fill the silence. She wasn't that kind of woman. Didn't matter that she was only a few months shy of being completely legal and in a holding cell for the night. They had told her she'd be let out in the morning and that if they caught her again, she could be charged. But she wouldn't allow herself to be caught. She'd been hooking for about four months without them catching her. It wasn't a stretch that she could avoid them more easily. However, now she figured she couldn't as she stared at Daniel with a spark of misery and hatred through her fingers. She finished the last of the cigarette and put it out on the bench before tossing it into a little pile of ashes in the corner. It was so not comforting that she might get Hep C just from sitting on the goddamn bench. Wonderful place, these holding cells. And the company wasn't much better. The look of shock and dismay on his face actually disgusted her on some level. What? Did he not expect her to fall so low? Did it even matter? His opinion wasn't worth shit and neither was he. As she stared at him, she thought he should have lost his badge after what happened. She still had the scars on her back from being thrown through the back passenger window. She'd suffered internal bleeding, an almost severed spine, and several other little things, but it hadn't been as bad as what had happened to Rafe. Not even close and still....she'd been put in the ambulance first. She couldn't let go of that. If he had been put in first, he would still be here. If he had gotten attention first, he'd have been okay and then...and then... Figures I get landed with you of all people. Life's a bitch, too bad I ain't dead yet. Sitting back against the wall, Danica stared at him as if she could make him disappear. She'd rather be with lepers than with him right now. Did she blame him for what happened? Some of her did. Most of it was that nothing truly could have saved her beloved besides there not being an accident at all. She combed her fingers through her hair and adjusted her skirt down a little to hide her unmentionables. She may be a hooker, but it didn't mean she wanted everyone to know she wasn't wearing underwear. She wasn't easy despite her profession. Her family didn't know she was hooking and that's the way she liked it. They knew she was hooked on her pills but they couldn't help her. She didn't hide from them, but she wasn't all that connected anymore. Everything had changed and so had she. Her body just refused to die so she was living a life that would kill her. No matter how many people told her her lover would hate to see her like this, it didn't matter. He couldn't see her at all. Wasn't that a bitch?
Thread: This Skin is Stained

Nor did he have much left either. Marie left me, he just blurted out. Fine, she didn't want a pep talk. Maybe it'd be better if he depreciated himself some for her too. She was vulnerable right now, and naturally defensive because of it. She's been...it's been about five months now, I guess. Another pause between them. This one had an uncomfortable air to it not that any of these pauses didn't. After it happened...after it happened I was pretty distraught for awhile. I had a feeling I knew how you felt. I hated myself too. A sigh. I get off shift about the same time you're set to be turned loose. If you feel like you wanna take a few swings at me then, then...I won't stop you. He didn't smoke. He hated smoking, but something about the smell of that cigarette wafting over from the cell held a certain appeal right about now. Daniel just sighed, fingers moving idly up and down the side of his coffee cup as he stared into the warm drink. If you need it, I think you deserve that much. Anyway. After it happened I got really bad into drinking for awhile. Marie was there for me, but I guess she got tired of doting on me, or trying to help me out of it, or what. I don't really know. Maybe I was just so concerned with myself that I wasn't giving her the attention she deserved. Someone else was, though. About three months into it she left. Fuck. Why was he telling her this? It wasn't like him being pathetic was going to make this any easier between them, somehow. In hindsight, maybe that hadn't been the best turn of conversation. Sighing, shaking his head, Daniel stood, slowly circling around the desk. He came up to the bars and leaned against them. His body dipped close. His forehead pressed between two of the cold iron lengths. And for a moment he stared at Danica, looking her over again before speaking, eyeing her up and down, So whoever did this to you...they've got it worse, huh? He smirked. Of course. You've never been anything less than a fighter. But, concern overtaking, how lucky can one person be? Get in enough fights and you're bound to lose eventually. I've seen pimps sitting where you are right now because they beat their hos so bad the girls died of internal bleeding. I've seen girls die of stab wounds, gunshot wounds, you name it. Some of them had pimps. Some were on their own. They just had an unlucky night. ...A month ago, I heard over the scanner some prostitute was found with her skull beaten in by a baseball bat. Not a big one, it was one of those little one-handed ones. Some officers found the guy six blocks away butt-ass naked in the park and all hopped up on meth. Turning, he went back over to the desk and picked up his cup. But you're tougher than all that, right? Tougher than knives, and tougher than drugged up fuckheads who don't know how to restrain themselves. ...You're an adult, you make your own decisions now, yeah, smart ones, dumb ones, but just remember, this is the kinda thing where you've only gotta have one really bad night. Another drink, this one longer, finishing off the cup. I'm getting some more coffee. Do you want some?
Thread: This Skin is Stained

At first, she was handling what he was saying until he brought Rafe into the picture. She had never seen herself as some gorgeous girl, but she'd felt beautiful every day she spent with Rafe. And then he ruined it by bringing up the questions all the guys ask how much. She wasn't cheap. She wasn't a girl that you could spend less than a hundred bucks for. It wasn't how she worked. She was specific in her clientele. They came to her for whatever reason and she did was she was supposed to dominate them for a few hours if it lasted that long. But just listening to him talk when he'd never been so harsh to her just made her want to put tar in her ears so she didn't have to listen to him. She retreated into herself a bit, moving her hands a little to cover her ears. She didn't care if he saw, she just wanted him to shut up. And then she snapped. I never cheated on Rafe, you fucking cocksucking bastard! How dare you try to turn me into a slut just because you can't handle what you're seeing. You fucking asshole! You think I'm like all those other chicks who turn tricks?! Then get on your knees and call me Mistress, baby. She hadn't realized she was already standing at the bars with her hands clenched until she was staring right at him. She was so mad the edges of her vision were black and as she stared into his eyes, she couldn't handle seeing herself in them and backed up a little. She felt the shakes set in as she took a breath. This was not good. She couldn't have a panic attack right now from this. She turned her back to him and counted in her head, wrapped her arms about her and just counted, murmuring a song softly. She wanted that rush, and was tempted to take his offer, but she could wait. She had to. She had to prove a fucking point that she wouldn't crack that hard because of his stupid fucking taunts. Once she had found some semblance of a center, she turned back to him and got right up in his face, glaring at him as if she could kill him. I get paid a hundred bucks an hour and it's on my terms and no one else's. So what do you say to that, Officer? Am I still low enough to consider laying? Cause no matter what you paid me, I still wouldn't destroy what memories you have with Rafe. Or with Marie. Now, fuck off before I rip your balls out through your goddamn throat! She almost spit at him, but instead she moved out of his reach just in case he tried to grab her and sat back down on her bench, not wanting anything to do with him no matter how hurt inside she was. She wanted someone familiar, but she didn't want anyone at all. He really didn't know how fucked up she was now. He had no freakin' clue.
Thread: This Skin is Stained

As if these have been the worst I've had... She sneered at him. She was tired of his taunting, tired of his barbs, and just plain tired. She held her head in her hands while he talked and just let it roll over her. She didn't want to deal with this. She just wanted to be high and be able to just laugh at him. But she couldn't get high and she just had to deal with it. As he took sips from his drink, she found herself rubbing her temples. Shit, she wasn't feeling well. She barely ate, she didn't sleep unless medicated, and she had the shakes. Lovely. She wasn't in withdrawal already, but her body was just a mess and it was her own damn fault. She wasn't gonna ask for something to eat even if she should, and she wasn't gonna ask for something to drink even if she should. She didn't want to rely on him at all- even for the basics. But she had got what she wanted right? He wasn't treating her like a friend. He was treating her like a hooker. Some part of her always hated what she did so it fueled the self-medicating, and then she felt like shit again so it fueled the sex, and then she medicated all over again in an endless cycle. Probably because she felt guilty as all hell that she had lived while Rafe had died. She needed to stop thinking about this. Just shut up... She whispered, not necessarily to him but more to herself. Maybe she was talking to him, maybe she wasn't. She wasn't sure at that point. She clutched at her head, curling up into herself as she shut her eyes. She wouldn't cry in front of him. She wasn't going to cry. Tears stung the corners of her eyes but she never let them fall as memories played. She remembered the three of them at a bar and doing karaoke before doing shots to make it easier. She remembered when Daniel and Rafe had sang, Like a Virgin just to get on her nerves. She'd almost thrown her beer at them. Danica took a few deep breaths and looked up at the ceiling, moving her hands over her face, smearing her make up further. Soon, she was rubbing it off until her face was clean and her hands were black. And they felt clammy. Shit. She shut her eyes and felt the dizziness settle in. Great, when was the last time she had eaten anything? Yesterday? Two days ago? She didn't want to but passing out in this cell was not in the cards. She took another breath, swallowed her pride and looked over at Daniel before looking back at her hands. Would you.... A pause. Would you be able to get me something to eat and drink? ...Please? Her voice was soft and weak as she rubbed her hands on her skirt and just kept rubbing, trying to keep her hands dry as they shook. It wasn't really working and she knew she was paler, but she refused to show any weakness - that is, until she had to get up to get what she wanted to eat. She put her head back in her palm as she spoke again. Just something to eat...and please....no more jokes...
Thread: This Skin is Stained

It wasn't long after she had taken the two pills and ate half of the first sandwich that she drifted off into sleep. It was never a restful enough sleep, but at least she slept. The best thing was, the drugs made it dreamless. She curled up with the pillow and blanket, feeling weightless and fed. It wasn't long before her eyes drifted shut and she passed out cold. It wasn't as intense of a sleep as usual, but she slept just well enough that when something jerked her out of her sleep, she wasn't wanting to throw up from being so tired. She sat up and watched the exchange between the two officers with vague interest before noting that Daniel had lied for her. She sighed. Why would he bother? He looked at her as if she had been some shiny new doll that had been battered around into something hardly worth touching. She should have just told him to stuff it. Wiping a hand down her face, she sighed again and stretched out, popping all the bones in her back and ribs. It felt good. Once Daniel was gone, the officer in charge just gave her a look that spoke volumes of pity and she was tempted to give her the finger, but she didn't. Danica Maltiere, I presume? That would be me, in case the trashy attire wasn't suitable enough of a hint. The officer rolled her eyes and Danica had to roll hers. But she pulled her boots on and zipped them up to her knees and walked over to the cell door and just waited. She wasn't gonna taunt the woman or try to be a bitch, she just wanted to get out and go home. She could have smacked herself when she realized she had basically promised Daniel that she would go home with him. Pulling on the ends of her hair in frustration as the cell door opened, she was about to walk past when the woman gently touched her arm. I really don't want to see you in here again, Ms. Maltiere. I really don't want to be caught in here again, Officer. Danica replied genuinely. Silent exchanges were passed between the two before Danica was free to leave and she exited the station, some of the guys getting on duty giving her some looks. She wanted to cover herself with her heavy blue sweatshirt but she had to deal with what she wore. It was the different in the daylight. She was a different person in the daylight. As she walked down the steps that led to the station doors, she saw a car parked out front and sighed. She really didn't want to see Daniel. Taking her time, she lit up a cigarette and took a drag, feeling the taste linger in her mouth. She needed a shower and to brush her teeth and a slew of things, but she couldn't at the moment. Walking around, she soon went over to the car in question and went to Daniel's driver side. She motioned for him to roll down the window and put out her cigarette before leaning down a little. She made sure she covered up her cleavage as much as she could, but it wasn't possible with her top of choice. Look...I'm not.... A pause. I'm not easy. And don't dispute it right now with me. I'm not coming home with you to get paid and to sleep with you or whatever...I just.... Another pause and a sigh. I'll cook some breakfast...if that's okay. And then...we should talk.