A Life In The World Of Skyrim: BattleBorn

The Torture Begins

I turned my head and looked one of the falmer in the eyes. They had me, and this was the end. It started to drag me across the ground. Quickly and without him noticing, I slipped the ribbon into my pocket under my armor on my shirt where it couldn't see it. It kept on dragging me across the ground, over dead bodies and weapons. It threw me into the back of a cart, rolled me onto my stomach and tied my hands and feet. Then it put a cloth in my mouth so I couldn't use the power of the voice. I was helpless. Then it started taking my belongings. First and potions or first aid, then gold and valuables, then the armor. It threw everything but the gold off the cart. I was left with a shirt and pants, along with the ribbon. After a long travel, I was thrown off the cart, onto the ground into a cave. I was groggy, but could see weapons and armor, along with torture equipment. They cuffed me to a wall, and strapped my feet to floor. I watched as a bigger and stronger falmer walked in with a giant, steel sword. "What do you want from me?" I asked. It didn't reply, but instead raised the weapon and thrust it into my stomach. A sharp pain flowed throughout my body, and I let out a yell. It pulled the sword out and dropped it onto the ground, then turned to walk back the way it came in.