JoS/Kanna/5th Journal - Escape

Hearthfire, 3rd, 3E 427

Every day those damn priests come down here and they treat me like I'm some kind of crazy person. They talk using simple, polite words, they avoid saying anything that could upset me, and they talk a lot about the Nine. They ask me about my feelings and my experiences, but my answers rarely satisfy them. If I tell them I'm feeling fine, they tell me I'm not fine. When I tell them I'm going to get over all that abuse, they doubt my words, saying nobody can truly get over things like that. However, even when I say that I'm not feeling fine, that I'm miserable, that I deserve freedom, they offer nothing to me but comforting words. Words, words, words, it's always just empty, meaningless words.

So, what I did, was put on my best possible customer service smile. You know the one, when you go to the local inn and the friendly barkeep with a pretty brown linen blouse smiles at you, asking if you would like to have anything to drink. I asked them how do you think it feels to be a sex slave and treated like a worthless fucking piece of meat for MONTHS? That's essentially what they're asking me! Oh, but the priests shouldn't worry, for I don't really care what they think.

All I want is answers. Yes, answers! Why am I still here when I've done nothing wrong? Their answer is that they don't know, and it's not their place to make that decision. I know they've been talking to guards too, so why is it so god-damn hard to just tell me what the guards have been saying to them? Oh, but I've got more questions, like "when" for example. When am I getting out? Again, just pointless drivel, no promises, no nothing. I ask them about my brother too. Nothing.

At least nothing was better than what I was told yesterday. I asked about Karim as usual, and the two priests just looked at each other with those vapid eyes of theirs, and then one of them replied to me. "Kanna, I know you're not ready to hear this, but you need to accept that your brother is dead."

I stood up in rage, I screamed at him not to lie to me, while the pair of priests tried to calm me down. He said that my brother had been killed with others in the Bandit raid, and there's no reason for me to believe that he's alive anymore. Obviously, I punched that priest right in the nose. I didn't even know I was capable of doing such harm. I'm glad I did, as that disfigured bloody potato suits him much better. I screamed more, I screamed my heart out. My brother is alive, I know it! He's out there somewhere, he just has to be! The guards were looking for him too for the longest time, and interrogated me about him, and now you mean to just tell me that he died in that raid along with the others!? The audacity!

My actions didn't go unpunished, but I didn't care. The guards came for me, asking what in Oblivion was I doing. They put me in cuffs and dragged me out from the children's facility to the actual prison, where they threw me into a small and damp cell, locking the door. Before they left, they told me that they'd come pick me up when I've calmed down, and said that they're expecting a full apology from me. Did they get one from me? Hahaha, nope! I don't regret punching that swindler in the face.

In my silent solitude, I managed to calm down, but the whole situation was making me mad nonetheless. I still can't understand why I'm STILL being kept in this prison against my will. Have I not suffered enough injustice already? And why would they even lie to me? He's my brother, my only family, and they lie to me about him being dead! I KNOW he didn't die that night, and I KNOW he's not so weak as to let himself die on the road.

Maybe they do know about him, maybe they're just not telling me the truth. They're hiding something from me for sure. At least those rapists were honest enough to tell they don't give a shit about my brother.

And if that all was not enough, there was someone else in the prison as well. A Dark Elf to be specific, never got the chance to know his name. He was asleep when I came so I had no idea he was even there, but when he woke up, he was giggling to himself about something incoherent like a god-damned maniac. The guy must be seriously sick in his head. He saw me when he walked up right behind the bars, and started speaking to me from his own cell.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't a pretty little brown girl, alone and so far away from home. Where's your mommy and daddy? Did they forget to pick you up when they set sail back to Hammerfell? Maybe they've sailed away all the way to the Far Shores, hmm?"

I wasn't going to let his taunts get to me, and I surely wasn't going to tell him that indeed my parents really are long dead. I bet he would've just been a dick about it, and I didn't care to get angry about it. Less he talks about my family the better. Oh, but he wasn't done with trying to annoy me.

"Oh, who am I kidding. I know your story, Redguard. I know what they used to do to pretty little girls like yourself. Raped like a cheap whore, treated as a slave. No, you're less than a slave. You're an animal. Bet you liked that, hmm? I hear they trained their little sex slaves well, and I also heard you all liked it. You included, you dirty little harlot. I bet, even now, it's unbearable. That slutty, used little cunny of yours must be getting so wet from just the words I speak to you. You want dick so bad, don't you? I'm going to give it to you soon enough, little girl. That's right, I'm going to rape you the first chance I get…"

I think he settled down after that when we heard steps coming from upstairs. It was a false alarm though, as nobody else was coming for us, but he was too bored to taunt me any more after that. Better that way I suppose, as I didn't really have the energy to get angry at him.

Some time later, when I couldn't see sun shining down from behind the bars anymore, the guards came to retrieve me, and reminded me to behave myself in the future. "If you continue misbehaving", one of them said, "you're only gonna make it worse for yourself."

I decide what's best for me, but sure, I'll try to not get mad anymore…

Hearthfire, 6th, 3E 427

I was sitting down on a chair with a guard keeping watch on me. It was upstairs. They have to make special arrangements for me now as the guards and the priests are worried I might lash out again, which is why they brought me out from the jail for this one special occasion. It was there that I happened to overhear chatter coming from the office.

There was a batch of letters from Morrowind, mostly official business, but among them was something that made the new commander of the prison wonder, what was a personal letter like that doing in the bunch. Courier explained it being a letter from a prisoner's immediate family member, and it had been authorized to be sent directly to that prisoner by some big shot who runs the Legion in that area. Obviously, since the letter is from Morrowind, there's just no way the letter could've been for me, right?

"The letter seems to be meant for Kanna", the courier said. "Is there a prisoner by that name here?"

"Ah, yes, she's a troublesome kid."

I realized at that moment that this letter HAD to be from my brother. It first made my heart sing in joy, but only for a small fleeting moment before it all came tumbling down to desperation and anger. The commander begun his next sentence by a heavily-spoken "Wait". I then heard him ask the courier if the letter truly had been sent from a family member, to which the courier confirmed yes, really. "From a young man named Karim, probably her older brother."

"Darn it… He's escaped to Morrowind?"

"What do you mean, sire?"

"Kanna always keeps going on about her brother who she insists is innocent and a good person, but there are multiple bounties on his head. He's a Bandit, what remains of the Blackhawk Bandits to be specific."

"You mean that bunch of looters, murderers and rapists who used to terrorize Hammerfell for many years?"

"Yeah, them. Based on the testimonies given by the captive Bandits we interrogated, he was the young prodigy everyone thought was destined to make it big."

I couldn't take it anymore, so I bolted up, even despite the guard on my side realizing by now that I must've been hearing all of that, even though I wasn't supposed to. He tried to stop me, and he shouted at me angrily to stay put and not do anything stupid, but all I wanted was that letter in my hands. I tried to approach the commander, but the guard stopped me and picked me up. I demanded to see the letter, and I screamed at him for daring to lie to me. "That damn priest told me that he was dead! I was right to punch him!"

"Stop making this worse for yourself you little shit", the guard said while I was struggling with all of my might. It didn't matter how much I tried, he was able to apprehend me with ease. All my attempts were in vain. I continued to plead to the commander in tears, and I said that I must read that letter, I have the right to read that letter, for it's from my only family. It didn't matter, because he simply told the guards to take me away, back to solitary confinement in that same god-damn cell again.

Oh, but things were about to get a lot worse.

I wrote about that filthy, rude Dark Elf taunting me from the opposite side of the prison, at today he proved to me that they weren't just simple taunts anymore. He didn't say a word, he simply just nibbled about with that lock to his prison cell. I didn't think much of it, until he actually opened it. There was a lockpick in his hands, and he was grinning from ear to ear, reminding what he had promised me last time. "I told you", he sang, as he started working with the lock to my cell. "I'm gonna rape you, and then I'm gonna kill you."

I watched in horror, wondering whether I should scream or not? I didn't doubt him for a moment, for he could've very well be a child-murderer in top of being a child-rapist. I mean, he must've been serving a life-sentence here for a reason!? But what could I even do with my hands tied together with these cuffs!? I warned him not to come any closer, but he was simply delighted by my fear. "Oh, just scream if you like", she said. "Nobody will hear us, so scream your heart out."

My only chance was trying to escape when he opened the door, but he stopped me. He was far too strong for me to do anything against him. He simply pushed me down to the ground where there was a single bedroll laying around, and he started ripping through my tattered prison clothes. I had already conditioned myself to the idea that I wouldn't be raped in this prison ever again, that I wouldn't face any more abuse like that, so the idea of this scumbag doing it to me put me in a state of utter despair. I could do nothing to stop him from forcing his cock into me.

He raped me from behind, as I laid naked with my face rubbing against the uncomfortable bedroll. I didn't even feel like resisting at that point. I was angry, but I was also crying due to not being able to do anything. He pulled my hair, pinched my nipples and toyed around with my clit, still taunting me through the whole thing, saying things like "I knew you would like it". He was also saying that he never believed he would be able to rape a child ever again, not after his last victim. He called me so helpless, so weak, so pathetic… That's really how I was feeling at the moment myself.

He came inside me after about five to ten minutes of raping me, and pulled out laughing, saying he's been saving that load for me, but reminded me not to worry about being pregnant with his baby, as he would soon strangle me to death. He tossed me aside, and it looked for a moment like he was hungry for more. Having rolled to my back though, I noticed something. These cuffs were giving away after me struggling all the time, and I could feel my hands getting looser. He warned me to stop struggling and to just take his cock again, and surely enough, that's exactly what he did. Thrusting his hip up and down on top of me, that thing just continued to grind against me. I guess he didn't realize that I had freed my hands though. Oh, but he was going to find out soon enough.

Deciding it was time to put a stop to his idiocy, I used all the Magicka I could muster to bind a dagger from Oblivion to our mortal world, and was awarded this weapon for a short amount of time. With my thumb resting on its pommel and the blade emerging from the back-side of my fist, I just punched my hand forward with one quick slice guiding the blade through his throat. His blood splattered all over my body and face, and he tried to scream in agony, rolling to his back besides me. I just climbed on top of him and finished the job, driving the dagger straight through his heart.

I had just killed a man. It was in self-defense, yes, but did it matter to me? No. I felt happy and proud, I felt strong having defended myself. It felt scary at first, but the idea of being able to control the situation enough to defend myself made me feel exhilarated.

The commotion had alerted the guards - surprising they only came down after they realized something was wrong with HIM - and they were horrified at what they saw. By that time, the dagger had long returned to whatever realm it came from, so there was no murder weapon behind. They asked me what had happened, not suspecting me of anything at first, and I lied. Yes, I lied, and they ate up my lies like a piece of freshly baked sweetroll.

"He came to my cell and raped me", I explained, "and then someone just came in and killed him."

"Who is this someone? Where is he?"

"I don't know", I said, shaking my head. "I thought he was one of you guards."

"Could she have done this herself?" the other guard suggested. "Let's search her. The murder weapon could still be here."

As they put me back in chains and searched the room and all the tattered clothes thoroughly, the other guard said that it still doesn't explain how that man got to my cell. I pointed at the lockpick on the floor, and they inspected it. Obviously, it wasn't the murder weapon either, as the wound on his neck and his heart were way too big for a small tool like that. They found nothing, which is why they couldn't really pin me killing that man on me. Guess they have no idea about my talent for Conjuration? Oh, the fools… Then again, even if they had found something, I killed him in self-defense, so can they really blame for killing a man who raped me and threatened to end my life?

They didn't let me return to my actual cell, and instead decided that it would be for the best to relocate me to another cell where I could be alone. That's what the priest suggested anyway, saying that something traumatic happened to me, so the guards should accommodate to my needs. They interviewed me for about two hours before they finally left me alone, which is where I'm now writing this, fresh out from a bath.

Still, I can't get my brother out from my head. He's in Morrowind, isn't he? Moreover, is he safe now? I mean, if the Legion thinks he's a criminal, and if they know he's there, he must be in trouble… I wish there were a way for me to get out of here…

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