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===== Hearthfire, 7th, 4E 201 =====

I spent almost two weeks in captivity and it felt like it would never end. The soldiers started calling me the camp whore and would place bets and have sparring contests to determine who would get to use me next. The day a few of them placed a bet to see who could make me cry the loudest was the worst. The rule was nobody could cause any actual harm, they all just fucked me really hard one after the other.


Not all the soldiers were rough and mean, though. But they still used my body and even the nice ones made me cry sometimes. The commander of the camp said I reminded him of his daughter, but that I gave better blow jobs. I may be young and naive, but even I know doing stuff like that with your own daughter is disgusting. My daddy may be gone, but at least he never did stuff like that to me. Unfortunately, lots of other men have by now. A few of the soldiers even made me feel kind of good when they would lick my pussy. A few times, I didn't even want them to stop. But they always did when their cum started coming out. 


Eventually, I stopped counting the days and just gave into the idea. I was a child whore for the Stormcloak army.


Last night however, my luck finally turned. I was asleep, snuggled up next to a naked soldier in his tent when it all started. I woke up to the sound of clashing steel and spells being cast. I looked around to see what was going on. The soldier next to me was starting to stir too. 


I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw Yana cast a destruction spell on one of the Sltormcloaks, lighting him on fire. She had come to save me and she wasn’t alone! I had so many questions, like how did she escape herself? But I knew it was time to fight back.


The soldier I had been sharing a bed with had finally jolted awake. He was apparently a sound sleeper. Before he has time to react, I had his dagger in my hand and began to plunge it into his neck. I’d never killed anyone before. Sure lots of deer or even those daugr in that one cave, but never an actual person. It felt strange, but satisfying to hear him wail and choke after everything he’d done to me over my time in captivity. 


After he was dead, I started searching for a bow and arrows. That was the only way I was going to actually be useful in this fight. It didn’t take me long to find a dead Stormcloak archer who had met his end by the hand of the stranger Yana had brought along with her. I quickly ran over and grabbed the bow, finally feeling like myself for the first time in two weeks. I most have looked odd still completely naked, shooting arrows at adults 3 times my size. And who knows how many people I’ve killed now? Caught completely off guard, the Stormcloak camp was completely whipped out. A few of them did manage to get away, running off into the night. I’d love to be there when they tell the story about how the entire camp was whipped out by little girls, but I’m sure they’ll come up with a good lie before they have to admit that one. 


Once the fighting was over, I ran over and hugged Yana, thanking her for coming to save me. She introduced me to, Stenvar, the mercenary her uncle told her to hire to help out. After we were separated in Windhelm, she ended up being able to use her magic to escape the wagon that was taking her to a different Stormcloak camp. I guess they underestimated her since she was just a little kid. She returned to Windhelm, but wanted to figure out where I had been taken and save me. 


She stole just enough gold from her captors to pay Stenvar to help track down where they had taken me. It took them a while to find the right Stormcloak camp. But eventually they found me and waited til dark to make their move. 


The camp wasn’t too far from Riften, so the plan was to go there and rest up at the inn there. Of course I raided all the camp first so I have plenty of blades and other valuables to sell if any shopkeepers are willing to buy. I also found some rag I turned into a makeshift dress for now. I definitely need to find some proper clothes though. Stenvar came with us to Riften before going his own way. 


I got myself cleaned up and we're just going to sit tight and take it easy for the next few days. I’m relieved to be free and happy to see Yana again. I hope I can somehow repay her for coming to save me, although that doesn’t even seem possible. I don’t know what we’re going to do from here either, but right now it doesn’t really matter. Ever since losing Daddy, all I could think about was joining the Stormcloaks to fight the Empire. But now I know the stupid Stormcloaks are just as bad.


===== Hearthfire, 8th, 4E 201 =====

This city is kind of trash. Lots of shady people wandering the streets. There was some guy who nearly threatened me and told me he worked for some lady named Maven Blackbriar who owned the meadery. Then there was this other guy who promised to help me earn some money. It seemed kind of strange though so I just said I wasn't interested. I did find some new armor though and was able to sell a bunch of loot I had taken off the Stormcloaks. But after that, I just went back to the Inn. This isn't a city I want to hang around for long.

===== Hearthfire, 8th, 4E 201 =====

I was talking to the nice argonian lady who runs the inn. She reminded me of that rumor I now know to be true about Aventus Aretino praying to the Dark Brotherhood. I decided to tell her what I knew, although I skipped the part about him thinking I was an actual assassins. I did let it slip that he wanted the old lady who runs the orphanage dead, though. That's when she started telling me how horrible that lady who runs it named, Grelod the Kind is; and how she does really bad things to the orphans there. Rumor has it she beats them often and will lock them up for days without any food. She doesn't even let anyone adopt them. A guy who overheard our conversation piped up said he'd heard a rumor that she sometimes rents out their bodies to the highest bidder, too. 

After hearing about that old hag, it made me really angry. I was lucky I hadn't been sent to that orphanage. I mean, after what I've been through these past few weeks, maybe that wouldn't be any worse, but still. No kid deserves to be treated like garbage. I sat in the inn for a while, thinking about what Aventus had asked me to do. I hadn't told Yana about it yet. She was in our room upstairs. But by that point I already made up my mind and didn't want her to talk me out of it. I went up and told her I was going out for a bit and asked the innkeeper for directions to the orphanage. 

When I got there, I could hear Grelod yelling at the children and telling them they were going to get extra beatings if they didn't do their chores. I snuck into the corner of the main room. Nobody had seen me yet, but I had a clear shot from right from where I was. It was just like hunting Elk except there was no chance Grelod was going to run off and disappear into the woods. I took out my bow, aimed right at her head, and fired. "I missed my mark" as daddy would say by a few inches, but I still hit the old hag right in the throat and she died almost instantly.

I hadn't really planned for a clean exit. Some other lady, who apparently worked for the orphanage ran out and saw me. All the other kids did too, but nobody cared. The lady was freaked out, but all the kids were cheering. It felt good knowing that I had actually accomplished something good for a change. 

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