JoS/Henriette/5th Journal - Contract
Frostfall, 28th, 4E 201
I suppose I should update you about what I've been up to, my sweet diary. I haven't gone on a proper adventure in a while, but that's going to change. I decided to stay by Sofia's side in Riverwood through her trialing times, but now that she's given birth and started recovering, it's time to look forward. She doesn't want to join me on my adventures yet, but she doesn't want to keep me down either. That's why she's been training independently, saying that there's still much for her to learn, many ways in which she can improve. She also knows just as well as I know that it's very ill-advised for me to stay in one place for a long time because of what I am.
It sucks not being able to travel with Sofia, but it's what's for the best for both of us at this time. Besides, Alvor is still very generously letting us sleep in his house. I guess he must like having us around at the forge. It's fun work, and we're getting better too.
So anyway, while I have taken a break from socializing with you, my diary, I have done some proper work and completed my assignments for the Dark Brotherhood. I never explained the details, but basically, I had three civilian targets, none of which had any combat experience. Narfi was a beggar who lived in Ivarstead, a beggar who had presumably gone crazy after losing his sister. Or, maybe he was always crazy. I don't know the full story here. Then, there was Ennodius, a retired lumberjack living upstream the White River west from Windhelm. He was also nuts, but in a different way. He was paranoid. Both of these were easy kills, and I took them down in their sleep. Cowardly? Yes. Effective? Also yes.
Killing Beitild in Dawnstar was nowhere near as easy because this time, we were talking about a fit and young adult, a working woman who owns a mining operation. Then there was also the fact that she spent most of her days working in the city, surrounded by people, in the clear view and within earshot of guards. In the end, I could easily break into her house to take her out in her sleep as well.
As my next course of action, I took the opportunity to visit the sanctuary in Falkreath, where I'm sleeping in for tonight. Here I met a familiar face I've gotten previously acquainted with, Cicero. Remember? I helped him on the road once. I had no idea he's part of the Dark Brotherhood. He's the keeper for the Night Mother and takes care of her body, so he's very important for this organization, at least in my eyes.
As for Astrid, she finally had a contract for me. Murdering people is kind of fun, as it gives me a source of food and an outlet for my evil urges, so I accepted the job. She wants me to travel to Markarth to talk to some young woman named Muiri, who wants someone killed. Details about the work will come from her, but it shouldn't be anything too complicated, considering it's my first proper job.
Finally, I've talked a lot with Babette, who was glad to see me still alive and safe. I love talking with her. She's equally wicked as she's adorable, and the fact that we're so much alike makes it all the better. I spoke with her at length about what happened to me with that Wood Elf man, about getting pregnant. I mostly did this because I thought that maybe she could have some experience to share with me about how to deal with problems related to pregnancy.
She didn't outright admit that she has experience, but seeing her blush and get a little fidgety suggests that she's had these problems herself. I guess even she's capable of getting embarrassed, judging from the look on her face. Regardless, she talked about a peculiar technique to stop the pregnancy with the help of Soul Gems. My heart shuddered at the idea because using Soul Gems on humans… It's not something that I take lightly. You don't simply just use a Black Soul Gem for enchanting; you condemn the soul trapped inside for an eternity of suffering in the Soul Cairn. I've heard only a little about it, but that's basically the short version. The point is, Black Soul Gems are highly illegal!
Babette told me that I don't have to worry about that if I stop the pregnancy early enough. It's something I have to think about, but I just rather would not worry about getting pregnant at all. Sex is fun as long as it happens on my terms, and I don't want to give it up. Asking people to pull out every time is not gonna work either, especially with rapists…
Damn it, do I have a choice? It's either this or getting pregnant for real. I'll just deal with Soul Gems in the future.
Anyway, I'll start my journey to Markarth tomorrow. Never been there, never had a reason to travel there. Heard it's a fantastic place though, so I can't wait to visit that place!
Frostfall, 29th, 4E 201
The road from Falkreath to Markarth is as beautiful as it's long. Lots of distractions on the way too to wonder and lots of food to feast upon.
I continue to grow exponentially day by day, at least figuratively. My voice has grown better, my aim sharper, my step lighter, my vampiric powers… Greater. It's almost as if for every drop of blood I consume, I become a little more powerful, faster, stronger… My weaknesses are all still there though. I'm still unable to recover in the sunlight, and I'm not getting any bigger. I guess some things will never change.
Nevertheless, it's been a very uneventful night. I'm currently holed up in some mine that was run by Orc Bandits until I came along. I also helped some injured hunter kill some Spriggan, talked with some woman from Solitude who was camping in the woods, and finally chatted with two friendly vampires called Hern and Hert, who live in a mill by the lake. They must be quite old and a good proof about us vampires being able to blend in with normal society well, provided we live our lives peacefully. Their secret is safe with me.
Not much else to talk about today.
Frostfall, 30th, 4E 201
Climbed a mountain today, an old Nordic ruin known as Lost Valley Redoubt was built there. Nowadays, only angry Forsworn live there doing whatever things Forsworn do: pay tribute to old gods by sacrificing virgins and such. Even found a word wall at the summit. The view from the Bard's Leap Summit ledge was stunningly beautiful.
Why such a name, by the way? Did some bard leap down the waterfall to commit suicide here or something? And if one did, who was there to document the evidence!?
Anyway, I'll get to Markarth eventually, but… Maybe it doesn't hurt to stay a while and just rest, admiring nature's beauty.
Frostfall, 31th, 4E 201
I've been submitted before and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I have my weaknesses, I'm not very big or strong, I'm not that experienced yet either. However, I can't really say I've ever been dominated like I was today.
I came across a tomb called Valthume. An ancient, powerful lich is apparently sealed there, not that I ever got that far in my quest. I was tasked to retrieve three vessels by an old ghost guarding this place, but one was all I could manage. I hit a wall in the form of a powerful magic-wielding Draugr.
Its spells were more powerful than anything I've seen before, and with its voice, it could summon thunderous winds that could raise me to air in a blink of an eye. It could also summon a powerful minion who would fight by its side as long as the Draugr himself stayed alive.
I got my butt kicked.
My voice couldn't match his, my vampiric magic had no effect on him, and none of my weapons were able to take him to his knees. He probably could've killed me at a snap of a finger, but he didn't want to kill me. Instead, he stripped me naked, destroying all my gear, and pinned me on the ground with my cheek facing the hard and dusty floor. As his first course of action, he locked me in a collar I'm still yet to remove and then tied my hands up as well. I never knew that the undead would be so intelligent. I thought they were just lumbering zombies, but I guess that the same curse that keeps them alive to guard and maintain these dungeons also helps them take prisoners. Oh, and for a moment, I thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance he wouldn't be able to rape me like the living do, but oh how wrong I was!
His dick may have felt different from a living dick of a man, but it was thick and hard nonetheless when it was inserted into my pussy. It didn't even feel that cold or icky, which was just confusing. Due to my difficult position and my hands being tied helplessly, there was no way for me to resist, so he raped me from behind, pounding me without mercy. He was a relatively quick shot, meaning that I got a load of his cum after just a few minutes, but he was far from over. He just kept banging me all the way to my own orgasm.
After his second load, he was no longer content just pounding my pussy, and pulled out only to stick his cum-soiled prick up my bum. All his warmth filled me up, and while anal sex for me feels nowhere near as good as vaginal stimulation, he surprisingly managed to make me feel pleasure from that too. Like seriously, he had already cummed twice. His stamina was admirable… How in Oblivion can an undead creature without only a drop of blood in his veins keep hard for so long and just keep on cumming and cumming again? He was like a one-man gangbang.
Of course, him and I being noisy, we attracted some attention too. It didn't take long for more of them to surround us. There were plenty of Draugr left in this crypt, and my rape had just begun.
While still taking it up my ass, one Draugr introduced his dick to my face. I was initially disgusted, but it's not like he was rotten or deformed or anything. In fact, he didn't even smell or taste "dead". I didn't want it, of course, but it didn't stop him from grabbing my head with both his hands and sticking it deep down my throat. Yeah, I can breathe, but I don't necessarily need to breathe, so as uncomfortable as it felt, I was never in danger of choking to death. My rapist must've realized it too, considering how fucking rough he was.
It was only after the first Draugr's third cumshot that he finally moved away, letting the next one give it to me from behind. This one stuck it to my pussy, but wasn't done with that. He had some kind of metallic butt-plug too, one with a screw that could be twisted to open the plug up slightly. I've heard of such devices used for torture and internal damage, but fortunately, this was simply a toy for pleasure. Still, once its petals had been opened up, getting it out was going to be impossible, and of course they had to hide the screw away from me as well. And, to make matters worse, it all felt so good that he made me cum. Hard.
Quickly after that, the Draugr facefucking me busted a nut as well. At this point, the fact that his sperm tasted like, well, "sperm" wasn't surprising anymore. It still wasn't an enjoyable experience considering how deep down my throat his cock was. He, too, was replaced by another Draugr to take his place, to make sure they had two of them raping me at all times.
It was just more of that after that. They had no more toys or gadgets ready for me, and there were just six of them. Now that they are done, I'm sore, I'm tired, and I can barely stand. I was fortunate that I managed to slip out of arm-bindings, but barehanded there's nothing I can do. They have all my weapons and my clothes too. I have almost nothing on me anymore. I guess the bindings were designed for adults or something.
As you can probably guess, I haven't been able to get away either. At this point, I fear that it's only a matter of time before they come for my body again and gangrape me again. I might be able to get away before that and even get myself armed… No, would getting armed even work? I wasn't able to defeat that strong one even with all my stuff, so I'd just lose again! Besides, I fear that once they find out my hands are free, they will try to tie them up again. I have to get out of here before that happens. I will solve this riddle somehow.
I don't want to live my life as a sex slave for a bunch of overpowered zombies. I can't let it come to that, no way, no fucking way! I'm an immortal vampire myself! How many years would I have to get raped here before someone came to rescue me? Would anyone even be able to save me? Nobody knows I'm here! Some group of adventurers or bandits might come by, but even that isn't guaranteed! And even if someone was able to do such a thing, would there be a guarantee that they weren't some bandits who would just make me their slave anyway?
Besides, what if I go mad from being bloodstarved? Ah, fuck… That's possible too… I have to get out…
Sun's Dusk, 3rd, 4E 201
Three long days they kept me captive, but I'm so glad I managed to sneak out from there. I'm so happy they would leave me be for most of the time, but the fact that they never even sleep made things kind of complicated.
The most vexing part is that I wasn't able to regain my possessions. Yeah, I was penniless, naked, and unarmed walking in the wilderness. All I have on me was you, my strange diary, which seems to be bound to me by some strange, invisible force. Something tells me I won't be getting my stuff back without help either. If I ever return here, it has to be with Sofia or someone else. Otherwise, I'd end up back in the same situation. It doesn't help that I'm bound in cold, black steel, and I still don't have a home. Well, I suppose that my situation is still slightly better than when I was kidnapped from home, as I at least have friends and allies to rely on now.
I tried to get near a road as soon as possible. I knew there was an inn nearby, just wasn't sure where.
At that point, I realized that this collar on my neck was more than just some extra weight on my shoulders. It started sending electric shocks all over my body. They weren't like painful or anything, but just so agonizingly tingly, enough to make me so horny I literally lost my footing and fell to my knees from the pleasure. I was dripping wet. I swear, if someone had found me in the woods, I would've begged them to do me and probably submitted like a whore even if they didn't ask for permission.
I made it to the Old Hroldan Inn, and I must say, it's surprisingly busy for a place in the middle of fucking nowhere. I got some dirty and weird looks due to walking into the building naked, but I managed to get help, thankfully. They got rid of all the restraints except for my collar, but at least they managed to disable all its magical properties to render it ineffective. It's a large and bulky iron collar, impossible to hide under any kind of armor or clothes. I don't like the idea of people thinking I'm actually someone's slave, so I obviously want to get rid of it too.
As for that metallic butt-plug thingie? Well, let's just say removing it was an easy process as far as mechanics go, but it did involve me having to bend over on my fours and stick my butt out. The guy helping me out wasn't sexually interested in me and said as much at least fifteen times during our encounter, but it didn't help me from feeling indescribable shame from having my ass probed by a stranger. Lastly, I was given some clothes to wear, although they're nothing fancy. Just some old and ragged hand-me-downs from the innkeeper, clothes she had saved in case she ever got a daughter.
Now, at this point, I was horny, blushing, and honestly pissed off, which is when I met him. A young boy approached me, asking if I was okay. I assured him I was, but he didn't believe me. He introduced himself as Skuli and said his mother Eydis, the kind innkeeper, had told him to come to check on me in case I needed anything. Skuli himself works at the inn despite his young age. Oh, but is it that unusual? Now that I think of it, Sofia used to work in the inn too. It must be easy work for children, as it's not too laborsome.
That's when an idea struck me. He had such a cute face attached to a sleek, preteen body, and I was feeling horny beyond measure… There indeed was something he could've done for me, and I suggested that he'd play with me. It surprised him and made him just say that he had no intention to "play" with me, but I wasn't gonna let him go. I seduced him, pushed him down on my rented bed, and pinned him down. It surprised him, and he even asked me to stop, but I just had to make a man out of him. Him seeing I was serious by stripping out from my dress, only leaving the panties on to cover myself up, made him finally want it as well.
So, he got naked, still lying on the bed, and he got stiff damn quick. I was already aroused, so I didn't waste time mounting him. I positioned my hip on top of him and rode his lively and springy little dick. I bounced on him with vigor, made myself cum in the process fast, and made the little inexperienced boy feel something he had never ever felt before. He looked so, so cute when he said his dick felt weird and complained about not knowing what was going on. It didn't stop him from pushing his hip upward when he eventually filled my pussy up with his sperm.
I didn't want to do all the work, and honestly, I was feeling a little fatigued from moving so much, so I urged him to do me from behind to cap the night off. Fortunately for me, he got the hang of it fast, and he fucked me like an animal. He was so full of vigor and energy, and he kept complimenting and sweet-talking me through it all, talking about how good, soft and warm I feel and about how beautiful I am… It made me feel so fluffy inside to be spoken to like that by such a handsome young man nonetheless. I might've even fallen in love a little…
I swear, even though he cummed inside me thrice in one night, he remained rock hard all the way through and came so much every single time. We almost got caught when her mother Eydis came to check on what we were doing, urging Skuli to get back to work. No, actually… There's just no fucking way she doesn't know what we did. She MUST know his son fucked me silly.
I'm feeling better now, but that doesn't mean I have to be done for today… I'm hoping to sleep in his arms, maybe even have some more sex with him in the morning if he's up to doing me some more. I hope he is. What a lovely young boy he is.
Sun's Dusk, 4th, 4E 201
Yay, I got clothes now, and I'm feeling pretty good physically, although still a little sore maybe, and kinda hungry. I went on a morning stroll, wasn't too comfortable going too far off from here because, well… I'm one broke-ass bitch.
When I was on a stroll earlier, I met a bandit trying to mug me, but when it became apparent that I had nothing to offer him, it became evident that he was willing to take another kind of payment. In other words, he demanded that I submit to him sexually or die. Well, easiest choice of my life, and I even played along to play a little prank on him. I seduced him, tricked him into thinking that I was willing to consent to anything he was going to do to me, and basically allowed him to let his guard down by offering no resistance. Then I bit his neck as soon as he mounted me and tried to get inside me. Ahhh, what a simpleton… Now I've got weapons too!
I also found a herd of goats having a jolly time eating grass on a ledge, so I used my Unrelenting Force to push them off it. It's easier than shooting them and more efficient as well since I don't have to waste multiple arrows. Goat's hide doesn't make for the best leather, but at least I've got some proper armor now too! I'll journey to Markarth tomorrow, hopefully without getting into any trouble this time.
Sun's Dusk, 5th, 4E 201
So, I made it to Markarth, and the first thing I sensed was someone else's bloodlust directed at someone at the marketplace. There was a man holding a dagger, looking to stab an innocent woman to her death. He was a Forsworn, so in a hasty judgment, I shot him in the back. The woman named Margret was happy to have her life spared. The guards here though? What jerks! They didn't appreciate my help at all and straight up told me to mind my own business. They did let me walk away without issue though, because I targeted a criminal and saved an innocent woman's life.
At least the city's gorgeous! It's an old Dwemer city, very well preserved as they tend to be. It's pretty crazy to think that those Elves were able to construct something like this thousands of years ago, and that no race on Tamriel has come even close to matching their machines and constructs.
There's also a skilled blacksmith here who can help me get this collar off my neck, but her service is so expensive! Two hundred septims? She wasn't even willing to negotiate, saying it's all about the material she's working with. "That kind of collar takes a lot of time and labor", she said. She even admitted that she was doing me a favor by not charging more, as many others would definitely do. Now I know where a good portion of the money I get from that Dark Brotherhood contract is going unless I can find another source of money sooner.
The Hag's Cure, the place where Muiri, the person giving this contract works at, is actually quite a charming little establishment. She gave me a target, which ended up being a bandit, but she also gave me a secondary target to kill if I wanted a bonus. Well, I'm used to killing bandits already, so I suppose this'll be an easy job done, but at the same time, I'm a little disappointed. Killing a bandit doesn't really feel like an assassination… Whatever, the money is good. I'll treat it as a glorified bounty. Besides, I could also use that bonus.
The contract is near Windhelm though. Ugh, so far away… I had to come here just to leave immediately afterward? I really hope the pay will be worth it…
I also learned that this trick Babette taught me about using Soul Gems for terminating pregnancy works like a charm. I don't have to find out what my second child would look like, considering that that child's father would've been a Draugr. Do they have Nord semen? Wait, they might actually predate Nords… Well, whatever, it's a great thing for me, as I have one less problem to worry about during my adventures, especially since I'm curious about exploring my sexuality even further.
It's okay for me to like sex even though I'm only ten, right? It kind of sucks not being able to grow up now. I've always dreamt of becoming an adult, becoming prettier and more beautiful, but it would suck even more losing these vampire powers. These days, I think being a vampire is better than being an ordinary mortal. Opinions change, and I've learned to appreciate this new royal blood that runs through me. It's not like there I'm gonna have trouble getting laid anyway, considering how many pedophiles there are in Skyrim.
Sun's Dusk, 7th, 4E 201
I took a carriage to Windhelm. The past few days have been exhausting, and I thought it'd make for a nice change of pace to travel by carriage. Not sure I like this long-term though. Benches are woody, and roads are bumpy, which doesn't make for the most relaxing combination. Sleeping is impossible, and my butt feels sore from all that sitting.
Since I'm on Muiri's contract right now, and since I was hungry, I didn't waste any time getting to work. She promised me a bonus if I took out an extra target, Nilsine Shatter-Shield, so that's what I did. I snuck into her home when everyone was asleep and painted her bed in her blood. Apparently, there's a murderer on the loose here in this city, so I'm not that worried about being a possible suspect for this crime, not that anyone saw me enter or leave her apartment anyway. Next, it's time to assassinate my primary contract, Alain Dufont. I'll get to that tomorrow.
Sun's Dusk, 8th, 4E 201
Before I made it to my contract, which is located in a ruin called Raldbthar, the weather took a sudden turn to nasty. I had to seek shelter inside a nearby cave. This cave was home to a group of bandits unrelated to the group I'm after. Well, I managed to take out their guards and one guy inside before I got hit by an arrow myself. I never saw it coming. I had no idea that he was even there. One shot was all it took for him to make me his bitch.
This Nord proceeded to cuff my arms and my ankles. He also found great humor in the fact that there was already a collar around my neck. He said he would use me, but he didn't want to get into trouble for, quote, "stealing someone else's whore", so he said he'd let me go if I promised to behave. Then, he ravaged my body by forcing himself on top of me and drugging me with some kind of Skooma. I think it was Skooma at least? I've never actually seen an actual bottle, but it tasted so sweet. His dick stirring me up, along with that poisonous cocktail… He made me cum so hard.
I wasn't even thinking straight anymore. Everything from that point onward was a messy blur. I was just that high and intoxicated. I remember that he did me from behind as soon as I was completely unable to do anything, and he finished inside, and now I have to deal with another potential bastard child again. It's also possible that his friends used me too, but I have no recollection of that. A lot of time must've passed.
I only came back to when I was finally thrown out from their lair, laying naked outside in the snow. My body was shaking and shivering, but I couldn't feel any cold or pain. It took a lot of strength for me to crawl to my feet, and that was only to realize that I had no choice but to sneak back inside the cave to seek warmth. They have my clothes and armor, for goodness' sake. I still feel weakened and intoxicated… This type of Skooma doesn't seem to be messing with my head that much, but there's no way I can fight him like this…
Is this what they want? Maybe it's a game for them, as they might that I can't leave this place in weather without freezing to death… Either that or he wanted me to die out there. Luckily I can handle cold pretty well, thanks to my undead blood. I still know it's not good for me. Well, whatever the case may be, I don't feel like giving him what he wants. I'll just hide and wait for a while. I should be able to try again after I recover.
Sun's Dusk, 8th, 4E 201
Oh Father, have I done You proud now? Have I made for my past mistakes? I killed him. I snuck up to my rapist, and I ended his life. I didn't give him a chance to use me again. Who's laughing now? They took me by surprise, but they should've killed me… That horny dog… Now he and his friends paid the price. Yes, I managed to kill them all. May their miserable souls now serve You eternally in the Void.
They actually had some tools and keys which I could use to remove the restraints, not that they ended up serving me well. Getting rid of the cuffs was really easy, but I broke the rest of the keys trying to fiddle with this damned iron collar. The lock is rusted and old, perhaps even impossible to remove with these kinds of tools. Realizing this actually made me curse out loud.
At least they were reasonably wealthy. I think this might be some kind of Skooma warehouse that they're using for their illegal trade? It's in a remote location, so I wouldn't be surprised. I'm not sure if I can get away with selling all of this in an ordinary store. Would even Tonilia buy it? I should ask her next time I see her. If I sell this stuff, I might be able to afford service from a decent blacksmith even if I can't get my contract done. I have a feeling they're going to be even tougher of a foe than these guys were, but that's a worry for tomorrow night. This little trip has me properly beat, and I have no strength to complete my mission today.
Sun's Dusk, 9th, 4E 201
Today I went to Raldbthar to complete my contract. It's an old Dwemer ruin in the mountains. Getting rid of the three bandits keeping guard outside was very easy, and I managed to sneak in unnoticed. Immediately after getting inside, I found a fourth bandit, sleeping, and three more further ahead exchanging banter. The Interior was very well lit, so I couldn't use darkness to my advantage. Got into a bit of trouble because of it, but that couldn't stop my advance. I must've gotten a little lucky by managing to take them all by surprise.
The only thing that stood between me and Alain Dufont now was two bandits camping in a large room with him. I managed to take them out from the shadows, and all that was left was my target, who I was saving for the last. He was impressed by me getting this far, and he talked a big game. It's a shame his talk was nothing more than delusions of grandeur, for he wasn't able to provide me with any kind of challenge. I took him down with my blade really quick.
I thought that was the end of it. Oh no. No, no, no. I had one more bandit to worry about.
This one was a master of sneak and used invisibility to his advantage. He was able to disarm me before I even had a chance to defend myself, and he pinned me down so easily, stripped me naked, tied my wrists together with a sturdy rope, and raped me. I can't believe I let my guard down, and I can't believe I let him get to me like that.
In his words, I had ruined the expedition he and his friends had risked their lives for, an expedition that would've surely made them rich, and that he was going to get back at me by selling me off to some rich old pervert who would, quote, "probably feed me to wolves for entertainment". I didn't doubt him for a second. He seemed like the kind of guy who has experience with human trafficking and kidnapping.
I couldn't get on top of him at all, and there was absolutely no way I could've bitten his neck and taken him down. He constantly had his eyes on me, and he kept berating me, fucked me through four rounds, and threatened to kill me if I even thought about escaping or fighting back. All I needed was just one mistake from him, one chance to get close enough to him to kill him with my teeth.
I managed, somehow… Mortality is such a fragile thing… It's crazy how easy it is to take a man's life with a single bite. The best thing is that they never see it coming… None of them have ever even thought about the possibility of the girl they're raping actually being a dangerous creature.
I was still tied up, but with enough work and patience, I could wiggle out and loosen the rope on my wrists up. I haven't left these ruins yet. I'm still sore and can barely walk. For what it's worth, this Nord had a gigantic dick…
I wonder, what did these bandits come here for? He said about coming here in search of fortune and becoming rich. The ruins seem to lead even further inside, so no doubt that riches lay in wait deep inside. I've heard rumors that these Dwemer ruins are incredibly perilous, and I know for a fact that I'm not well suited to combat the constructs that guard these ancient cities. The possibility of a treasure down there pokes my curiosity greatly, but I don't think it's in my best interest to delve deeper, not today, not alone. These Dwemer ruins are an unknown beast to me.
I'm going to avoid getting into fights for the time being and make it back to Markarth, hopefully untouched.
Sun's Dusk, 12th, 4E 201
Muiri paid me very well, but I ended up having to spend most of it right away just to get rid of this stupid collar. As for the rest, I had another problem slowing me down. All those bandits drugging me while they're raping me has taken a toll on me, and I needed something to sate my blossoming addiction. That something didn't have to be Skooma, even though I had lots of it. As good as that stuff made me feel last time around, I know I can't rely on it. If I do, this terrible addiction is just going to come back to bite me again and again, with each time being worse than the last.
I headed to the Warrens in Markarth. Muiri told me that there's a Skooma den there, and they could have the remedy I'm looking for. I didn't feel too comfortable going to "that" kind of establishment again. Even the bouncer at the door thought I was in the wrong place, asking me what in Oblivion is a milk-drinker like me doing in a place like that. He did let me through though.
They had some tea on stock to ease my symptoms, so I counted my coins. It wasn't enough. Like really, this stuff is really costly. These guys must make a fortune through this business. He suggested that I could try selling my body, to which I simply scoffed. To these junkies? No way. I had a counterproposal to him, and I whipped out some of the bottles I had stolen from the bandits. He was cautious of taking them, as they have to be very careful about who supplies their drugs or something. It took some explaining about their origin and persuasion about it being good stuff to have him eventually cave, but he wasn't willing to pay the full price as he has his list of trusted suppliers, and adventurers aren't on that list. I ended up selling him all of the bottles, which in the end, actually saved me from spending money. Then, I left as soon as possible. There were already men there eyeing me up, and I didn't want them to have any wrong ideas about me.
The tea tasted horrible, but it made me feel a little better. It still feels like too little, but paired with a good night's sleep, I'm confident I'll feel better tomorrow. It sucks that I have to deal with something like this, but it can't be helped anymore. I have to be careful in the future not to get myself in these kinds of situations anymore, although I have a feeling I'm gonna get screwed on my adventures in the future as well.
Well, I suppose being drugged, raped, and even enslaved is still better than getting killed…