Catch Me If You Can (On hold)

~Chapter 4~ Realisation

She grabbed the shiv and held it close to his throat, only realising she had done so after seeing a small dot of blood running down his dark skin. He hadn't moved. He hadn't even flinched.

"How-Why...?" She couldn't voice her new anger. Her questions. Why?

"You have been sold to us, and we were going to re-sell you. It would have been a good price..." He trailed off.

"'Would have', why not now?"

"You're alive." The answer was simple and straight forward.

"What use would I have been if I was dead?!" She unconsciously raised her voice, creating a reverb throughout the caves. Her pearly whites were bared and her claws scratched the shivs surface. Her tail swished back and forth violently, emphasising her frustration.

"My dear, people all over Tamriel want to see you dead."

This hit her harder than the mace that hit her temple. In all of her anger, she had failed to notice a bandit creeping up behind her, and her punishment was, once again, deep sleep. She hit the floor with a thump, feeling pain flare in her arm and head, before drifting off. She couldn't see, but she could still hear what was happening around her, although she was paralysed.

Garret wiped the blood off of the mace with a piece of cloth, and the Chief gave orders to have the body chucked into the cells.

"Garret, give me that rag," he held out his hand and the Nord obeyed. He used it to dab the hole in his neck where the Khajiit had let out her fury.

"A-And what will be done if she wakes up again, Boss?" Garret asked nervously.

"Don't worry," was the reply. "She won't."

And with that, her unconscious body was manhandled down the bridge, through the tunnels and down, deeper into the cave, where the dungeons waited to welcome her to the darkness.