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 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 come with me, but she doesn't want to keep me down either. She knows just as well as I know that it's very ill-advised for me to stay in one place for long, 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 actually done some proper work too completed all my three assignments for the Dark Brotherhood. As my first 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, suppose I should accept and complete it. Murdering people is kind of fun, it gives me a source of food and an outlet for when I'm just feeling wicked.
Finally, I've talked a lot with Babette, who I hadn't seen for a while. 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 talked 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 help of Soul Gems. My heart shuddered at idea because the idea of 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 little about it, but that's basically the short version…
Babette told me that I don't have to worry about that as long as I manage to 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 kind of fun though, at least when 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, 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 cool 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. I also helped some hunter who was injured, talked with some woman from Solitude who was camping in the woods, chatted with two friendly Vampires called Hern and Hert who live in a mill by the lake. They seemed friendly enough, but ultimately just want to live in peace, I guess. I can definitely respect that and 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 summit. The view from the Bard's Leap Summit ledge was stunningly beautiful.
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 have 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 a 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 which 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. He raped me, over and over again. He kept pounding my holes without mercy, first my vagina, then my butt too. It locked me in a collar I'm still yet to remove, and my hands were tied for the longest time. Never mind that, 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.
And then, after he was done, his friends came for me. There were plenty of Draugr left in this crypt, and my rape had just begun.
I won't go to much detail. All you have to know that I'm sore, I'm tired, and I can barely stand, but they're satisfied for now. I was very lucky that I managed to slip out of arm-bindings, but barehanded there's nothing I can do. I guess the bindings were designed for adults or something. I haven't been able to get away, and I know for a fact that I have nothing to fight with against them. They have all my weapons and my clothes too. I have almost nothing on me anymore. Well, either they're too stupid to realize I'm freed from my bindings, or maybe they just don't care because they think there's no way I'm getting out of here without some kind of divine intervention. 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 have to get out of here before that happens. I will solve this riddle somehow. I may not be able to defeat these monster, my fangs may not be able to do anything to them, but if I can at least get away… I don't have to live my life as a sexslave 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 rescue me? 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?