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Tldr: The last surviving marauder ties you up and has his way with you.
As you kneel over the last chest in the final chamber, fiddling with your second to last lockpick, you don’t notice there’s one presence you’ve missed. Two glimmering eyeballs staring you down in the darkness.
“Damn it,” you curse into the presumed emptiness as you snap your lockpick, the contents of the chest still eluding you. As you slide your final pick into the lock, you’re too focused to notice as the heavy butt of a repair hammer comes crashing down on your skull.
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When you come to it takes you a moment to remember where you are. You’ve been moving so fast, it's been hard to keep track of the days. But the smell of dust and dirt fills your nose and you remember you’re in an abandoned old fort outside Bruma.
You don’t remember finding a bedroll to sleep on, in fact the last thing you remember is fiddling with that very hard lock and fuck… you feel considerably lighter. You realize your armor and weapons are gone and you’ve been left in nothing but your smallclothes.
You try to scramble to your feet but find you can’t get very far. While your legs remain free your wrists have been chained to the wall. You’ve been moved to one of the fort’s prisons.
A cold sense of dread starts to close in on you as a shadow shifts along the wall.
“You’re lucky you’re so pretty, or your blind lust for treasure would have been the end of you...”
A deep voice speaks out from the darkness of your cell as a tall, lean, muscular figure emerges from the shadows. You can’t get a clear look at him, but you think you see the flash of a toothy grin.
“...But once I got a good look at your face, I thought it'd be a shame if I didn’t have some fun with you first.”
“What?!” you blurt out.
He laughs darkly. “Don’t act so surprised. Why do my prettiest prisoners always act so surprised when I state the obvious?”
He approaches you, kneels down and slides a small silver knife between your breasts up against your collarbone, along your neck and under your chin, forcing your gaze up into his. His eyes are pale light blue, almost silver. His hair is a dark, messy brown. He’s an Imperial, and he would have been handsome if not for that smug grin on his face.
“So tell me, are we going to do this the easy way, or are you gonna try and fight me?”
When you don’t respond and instead just glare daggers at him, he smacks your cheek sharply.
“Answer me when I speak to you. Don’t test my patience.”
Instead of answering you wager a question of your own. “Why bother tying me up? Why not just kill me?” You snarl.
“I already told you.” He keeps the knife pressing threateningly under your chin, digs in just slightly so a pinprick of blood escapes. “Because I’m going to have my way with you.”
You gasp as he suddenly cups one of your breasts and squeezes. Then he grabs the other one and lifts it out of your bandeau. He grunts appreciatively and squeezes it roughly before tearing your bandeau down, revealing both breasts to him.
You expect him to start ravishing you, but instead he moves away, even takes the knife away from your neck, and just stares at you, takes in the sight of you, half naked and at his mercy.
He takes his time, eyes roving up and down your battle-scarred body. You’re muscular but you’re soft in all the places a woman should be. He looks so long you have to resist squirming. At last he sighs admiringly, returns his gaze to yours. “Beautiful.” He says it like a compliment and a designation. “Tell me, how did you, a woman, and a small one at that, single handedly take down all those men? I mean, I know most of the others are sloppy and dumb, but you even took down our leader. I even saw you take on three men at once at one point.” He tilts his head at you as if trying to figure you out.
“I’m strong. And I have a lot of potions,” you answer simply.
He laughs and smirks at you, amused. “You’re small but mighty, hmm? And stealthily like me. But not quite perceptive enough. You didn’t notice me sneaking up on you until it was too late. Such a pity for you, but a true boon for me.”
He gets closer to you again, kneels down and breathes you in, nuzzling his nose into your hair. You shiver and cringe all at once.
“Why don’t you just let me go?” You try to bargain. “We can split all the loot and go our separate ways.”
He chuckles darkly. “Now why would I go and do a stupid thing like that when I can just take what I want? What I’m owed?”
His voice is laced with venom but his hand is like fire as it trails up your bare legs, squeezes your thigh. “A lot of those guys you killed deserved it… but some of them were my friends. Some of them were like brothers to me. How dare you come into our home and--”
“Your home? Don’t make me laugh,” you interrupt him mockingly. “You’re a bunch of bandits living in a dusty old creepy fort--”
“We’re marauders, not bandits.”
“Same difference! Besides, there’s a farm nearby and I feared for their safety. Also, when I entered I was immediately attacked. Didn’t seem like a very homey, welcoming atmosphere to me.”
“Well you shouldn't have just entered our property like you owned the place. Also, that little farm you were so worried about? Who do you think has been protecting them? Us and that farm had an agreement. Now that you’ve killed all my friends, who do you think will protect them now?”
You search his cold, emotionless grey blue eyes for the truth. “You’re not serious”
He scoffs. “I am serious, but if it makes you feel better to think I’m lying, you can think that. All I’m saying is, you should have thought twice before you started slaughtering every random person you found in this dusty old fort.”
“Your men came at me! If someone comes at me I’m going to fight back!” You argue.
He sighs. “I admit some of the men are a bit aggressive, but you should have just said something. Not everyone who lives in an abandoned fort is a lowly barbarian.”
You’re quiet. You don’t want to believe it. It can’t be true, but nonetheless your eyes start watering at the very possibility. He holds your watery gaze with his own for a very long moment, corner of his lips twitching on occasion.
And then he starts laughing, amused by your expression of despair. “I can’t believe you fell for that. You really thought we were protecting that farm? Oh gods, you should have seen the look on your face! Aw sweetie, you looked like you were about to cry. Don't worry, I can’t let you get raped and killed thinking you’ve doomed that farm to their death. Even I’m not that cruel. But you're right, we are just bandits and we take what we want. And right now you are what I want because you are the only thing I have left, and you deserve to be punished for all you’ve taken from me.”
To your surprise, he starts his revenge by kissing you. He doesn’t waste any time in claiming your lips with his mouth. He swoops his tongue along your bottom lip, nips at your bottom lip gently. “Mmph,” he groans in satisfaction when you let him in. His hands explore your body as he kisses you deeply, tongue sliding over yours. He squeezes your breasts and toys with your nipples, pinching them and squeezing. His forceful touch and passionate open-mouthed kisses stoke something deep within you haven’t felt in years. The feeling scares you - how could you be turned on by this monster? In a flash of anger not just at him but at yourself, you bite his tongue hard between your teeth. Blood fills both your mouths and he jerks back and curses.
He slaps you across the face hard and you gasp in pain. He spits down at you; saliva and blood drip down your cheek. He grasps your chin in his hand and forces your gaze to his.
“So you wanna do it the hard way huh? That’s okay. It’s easier for me the hard way.” He stands up and shoves you down so he’s leering over you. He yanks down his leather breeches and pulls out his cock. He’s a little hard from kissing you, but not much. He slaps you in the face with his cock, drags it across your nose. With his other hand he holds the knife threateningly against your throat, pricking just deep enough to draw a thin line of blood.
“I know your hands are all chained up, so you’ll have to use that pretty mouth of yours,” He coos. When you hesitate he slashes your face with the knife, leaving a deep cut bleeding on your cheek. You gasp in pain. “Look at me.” He commands.
Reluctantly you raise your eyes to his while he speaks. “Don’t act up again or I’ll cut your throat next time. I’m not above fucking a fresh corpse, but I prefer the living.”
Your eyes widen in horror, but he just smirks at you. He lazily runs the knife lightly down your throat with one hand while gripping his shaft in the other and tapping it against your lips repeatedly.
“Now open up wide and suck my cock like you're sucking for your life, because you just may be.”
Your breath hitches but you open wide, reluctantly obeying. It would be easy to take him entirely into your mouth since he’s not hard yet, but you’d rather not give him the satisfaction. You lap your tongue against the head tentatively. You taste and smell his musk and you wish it made you want to gag, but instead a deviant tingle blooms between your legs that you vehemently ignore. You lap your tongue on the tip, swirling around it.
He sighs, frustrated. “Come on pretty girl, you can do better than that. Open wide. Take it all in and let me get hard inside your pretty mouth. I want to see the look in your eyes the moment it starts choking you.” The knife cuts into your neck, the beginning of a red, narrow river of crimson that falls down between your breasts, following the path his knife takes as it bites into you.
Trembling, you open your mouth wider and take him in fully. He’s already a little bigger from treating you like this, but not big enough to choke you, not yet. With the threat of the knife insistent against your throat, you start pleasuring his cock in earnest. Your wet lips wrap around the head as your tongue explores the shaft. He groans and runs his free hand through your hair, pulling you down further on his cock. You push down lower until your nose buries in his pubic hair, and just as he’d promised his cock starts to harden further, growing longer and thicker, the head now breaching the back of your throat. You sputter around him, unable to help it. He doesn’t seem to mind. Your struggle pleases him.
“Mm that’s it. Good girl. I knew you’d come around.” With his free hand he reaches down and grasps your breasts, groaning lightly. He starts to fondle your breasts as you serve him with your mouth, the knife still pressing threateningly against your throat with his other hand.
He starts moving his hips, forcing you to take him even deeper. You sputter around him and squirm, panicking as you long for breath. He groans his approval. “Mm that’s it, pretty girl. Swallow me deeper. Gag around my cock. Get me nice and slobbery so I can slide into your tight little pussy easily.”
You murmur around him, a strangled sound caught somewhere between a moan and a whimper. You start to pull yourself off him to gasp for breath, but his hand moves from your breasts to grip the back of your head, locking you in place. It’s nearly impossible to open your mouth around his girth, but you’re able to do it just enough to get a few breaths in through the side of your mouth. Spit bubbles leak from where your mouth and his cock are connected and he moans his approval.
“Aw baby needs to learn how to breathe through her nose… but it's okay. I like it messy. Fucking choke on it.”
You squirm and moan, a feeling of shamed arousal overtaking you at his harsh treatment of you. You never thought you would enjoy being at someone else’s mercy like this, lost to their bidding.
You whimper and rub your legs together as more spit runs down the sides of your mouth. Your cunt is throbbing with need. Fuck you’re so ashamed of yourself. He’s starting to catch on that you're getting aroused, flashing you that irksome smug grin.
“Mm I can’t believe you like this, you filthy whore,” He spits at you, his saliva lands on your bloody cheek and runs down your face. “I’ve not had a bitch moan from just sucking my cock before… It’s almost like I’m not even forcing you.”
He twists his fingers in your hair, pulling out some strands as he starts to manhandle you. You realize with horror that his treatment earlier had been gentle as he begins mercilessly face-fucking you, relentlessly choking you over and over with his thick, girthy cock.
You moan around him helplessly, the forced face fucking turning you on more than you’d ever thought it would, more than you’d ever admit. Spit drips down your chin and breasts like a wanton whore as he fucks your mouth, mixing with the light stream of blood he’s drawn from your neck. He groans in pleasure, the messier and louder you are the more it seems to please him.
“Mmm, that’s a good whore,” he praises you as you drool all over his balls, your throat making awful, lewd sounds each time he thrusts in and out. He uses your throat like he’s fucking your cunt, deep and hard and without mercy.
Just when you think he’s about to come, he wrenches his cock out of your throat, panting heavily, and bounces it against your tongue. You see it’s throbbing intensely, precum glistening and leaking down the sides. He’s desperate for it. You cough and gasp for air, mouth finally free of being his cock sleeve.
“Ah fuck…” he curses, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm. His eyes clench shut and his brows furrow. “Fuck, the way your throat squeezed around me, gods… you almost had me… but I don’t want to ruin our fun so soon. It’s rare I have such a willing victim.”
“I’m not willing,” you protest immediately. You cross your legs, intent on proving your point.
He laughs. “Is that so? Your pussy won’t lie to me. Let’s see how wet it is, shall we?” he groans. He makes a move to spread your legs and you kick forward wildly, aiming for his cock.
He pulls out of reach and scowls at you, shaking his head in disdain.
“Did you forget about our little friend?” he asks. He pulls out his knife and taps it against your bare breasts, gradually applying pressure between them.
“Come on, be a good girl. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
The pressure of his knife digging into your sternum stills your thrashing and you immediately spread your legs for him.
“Good girl,” he praises. He pulls your panties down your hips.
He gets level with your pussy and spreads your labia open, forcing your most intimate parts on display for him. He groans in appreciation and you swear you hear him inhale deeply. You shiver. “Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy,” he breathes. He leans forward and gives you a single lick from your opening up to your clit. You gasp in pleasure then groan as he pulls away too soon.
He smirks up at you. “Oh, you want more? But I thought you weren’t willing?”
You stay silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
“Very well, we’ll just skip to the main event then, shall we?” He reasons. He moves to kneel between your legs and your breath hitches as you feel his body over yours. He runs the knife down your body from your throat to your thighs, but not deep enough to cut, just hard enough to keep you on edge. You can’t believe this is really happening to you. You’re supposed to be the hero who gets people out of situations like this, not getting your own self into them. He hovers the knife by your throat as he aligns his body with yours.
“Mmm, it’s been way too long,” He groans, rubbing his aching cock against your dripping opening. You resist moaning as he teases his cock up your opening and against your clit, using his cockhead to spread your juices. “I knew you’d be wet and ready for me,” he gloats, the corner of his lip rising in a smirk. You feel the knife press harder into your throat and you let out a quiet yelp.
He swallows the sound with his lips then kisses his way up your bloodied neck to your ear to whisper, “I want to hear you beg for it. Beg to be filled with my cock. Beg for your life, use your body to convince me why I should let you live.”
“I won’t beg,” You say instinctively, too prideful, too angry. But then he slices the knife against the side of your cheek in retaliation, deeper than before and more blood starts to trickle. His knife moves down to your breasts, the cool, sharp blade lifting each nipple in turn.
“You will. Because the only thing greater than your pride is your will to live.”
You have a contest of wills. He draws the knife along your torso, making small, shallow cuts along your shoulders and breasts. His crooked smile widens the deeper he presses the knife into your flesh, the more blood starts to pour. You grit your teeth against the pain as his cock twitches eagerly against your slit. It feels heavy and hot against you as he toys with your body. Your breath quickens, and you can feel your pulse beating against the cold silver of his blade as he’s gotten tired of your games and the knife has found its place once again at your neck.
“...Please,” you say quietly, meekly.
He doesn’t stop pressing the knife into your skin. “What? Did you say something?”
“Please!” you say a bit louder.
“Please what? Be more specific.” He moves the knife to the other side of your neck while he runs his cock up and down your entrance.
“Please, please fuck me!”
“That’s a little better,” He muses, dragging the knife lazily down your neck, creating the crimson stream down between your breasts, cutting lightly. “Mmm you look so good with blood trailing down your cleavage like that,” he says admiringly. His eyes rake your body then linger on your face, raising an eyebrow. “Did I tell you to stop begging?”
With his other hand he guides the tip of his cock inside you for just a moment before pulling out, teasing you.
“Ah!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion. Your hips jut forward of their own accord. He laughs darkly at you, pleased as you start begging again.
“Please fuck me with your cock. Please, I need it. Please fill me up with your big cock!”
“Mmm much better. See, was that so, mmph hard?” he asks, grunting as he enters you at last.
You grit your teeth in pleasure pain as he tears into your pussy like his knife teared into your flesh. He is brutal in the way he pushes inside, forcing your channel open for him, but your natural lubrication makes it more bearable. He must be thinking the same, because he starts taunting you immediately.
“Be grateful you’re a fucked up slut or else this would hurt even more. Mmm damn your pussy is so wet. I’d forgotten how nice it is to fuck a pussy as wet at this. Fuck!” He curses. His words go straight to your cunt and you swear you get even wetter. One hand grabs your hip like a vise while the other still wields the knife over your throat. The tip glides lightly against your skin each time he thrusts inside. Your pussy clenches around his cock involuntarily as he settles into a rough, steady rhythm.
“What turns you on the most, little girl? Being tied up? The bloodplay? Or is it just how handsome I am?” he asks in between thrusts. He chuckles as he waits for an answer, grinning cockily down at you while you squirm and writhe all over his cock.
You can’t find your voice. And even if you could, you didn’t have an answer. Your mind didn’t understand why your body wanted him. Why you were turned on by this entire fucked up situation, why being forced to your knees to suck this stranger’s cock has made you more aroused than you’ve ever been in your life.
A swift slap to your bloody face startles you. “Answer me when I talk to you, pretty girl. We’ve been over this.” He slows his thrusts and raises himself over you higher so he’s got a better angle on you, studies your humiliated, desperate expression. “Does it turn you on to be humiliated like this? To be overpowered? To lose? To beg?”
“Mmm…” you can’t suppress a moan and he grins, bearing his teeth.
“I thought that might be it. You had a lot of fancy weapons on you, and a lot of gold. I found a lot of letters from fancy counts and countesses across Cyrodiil too... You’re someone important, aren’t you? At least you’re more important than a no-name bandit like me. That just makes this even sweeter.”
He speeds up his thrusts again and you whimper, your body shivers and your arms shake in your shackles. You throw your head back and resist crying out as he finds an angle that hits you just right. He fills you up so good, his thick cock stretching you out. You may be able to suppress your moans for the moment, but the expression on your face and the slickness of your pussy has already stroked his ego to a breaking point.
“Mmhmm that’s it. I know who you are. You’re a self-righteous adventurer who got a little too greedy one day and now you’ve ended up as my cock sleeve.”
“Mmm oh gods!” You moan as your cunt clenches around him. The vulgarity of his words turns you on so much.
“Fuck, there you go again, clenching all around my cock like this. It’s like the more I degrade you, fuck, the tigther you squeeze me…”
He gives you a few more hard, vicious thrusts than all of a sudden pulls out. You whimper at the emptiness, but you won’t be empty for long.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall. Bend over and stick your ass out.” He orders. You notice his cock is visibly throbbing, precum and your juices coating it in a sticky white slick.
The shackles clang together as you scramble to quickly do as you’re told. You’re done disobeying. Your cunt is throbbing for him.
You feel the cold metal of the knife against your throat coupled with the heat of his hard, throbbing cock at your entrance. You feel the heat of his body as he leans over yours, feel the warmth of his breath as he murmurs into your ear, “You love being dominated like this.”
“Yes.”
“You needed to be put in your place. You’re used to everyone worshipping you, aren’t you? Playing the hero and all that?”
“Yes.”
He holds you by the hip hard as he edges the tip of his cock into your pussy. You groan and grind your hips back into him, but he holds you steady, not allowing you to slide any further down his cock.
“Look at our pretty hero now, eager for a bandit to have his way with her.”
“Yes!”
“Beg for it, little hero.” You can almost hear the sadistic smile in his voice.
“Please fuck me. Oh gods, please fuck me! I need to feel your cock inside me again. I need you to fuck me deep and make me come, please. Please, please be rough with me.”
He laughs lightly. “That’s it sweetie, I can tell you really mean it this time. Mmmhm” he groans, sliding his cock in another inch.
You cry out as he pushes inside you further, desperately wiggling your hips to try and get him to fuck you deeper. Your pussy flutters around him.
“Fuck! Mmph,” he groans. He slides the knife along your throat as you moan helplessly, desperate for him to fill you completely. “Will you be a good girl if I remove the knife? I want to wrap my hands around your throat instead.”
You groan. “Yes, yes, I’ll be good.”
“That’s my good cockslut.” You hear a clatter as he throws the knife to the side and replaces it with his hand, squeezing too hard at first so you choke lightly. He teases your opening with his cockhead, barely putting in more than a third of it each time he thrusts his hips. You writhe and whine, desperate for more.
“Your ass looks so good bouncing on my cock like this,” he says, sliding in another inch. He slaps your ass, and in doing so releases his tight grip on your hip. Red fingerprints mark where he’s held onto you. You waste no time in pressing your hips back to slide the rest of him inside you. It’s an easy slide, and you moan louder than ever as he finally fills you up completely.
“Ohhh f-fuck–” he curses, cock now buried deep inside you. You start to slide your slick pussy up and down his hard, throbbing cock. “Ohh you’re such a bad girl sliding down on my cock without my permission. You fucking bad girl.” The hand around your throat squeezes tighter while the other strikes your ass. Once, twice, three times, you lose count how many times but each feels harder than the last.
“Ahhh oh gods!” You cry in pain-filled pleasure as he fucks you hard and slaps your ass even harder.
He fucks you in earnest now, his hard, thick cock spreading you open again and again, making you moan uncontrollably. He stops slapping your ass to explore your body, cupping your swinging breasts one by one and then together, pinching your nipples hard between his fingers. You whine in response, push your ass back into him in time with his thrusts.
“Mm that’s it,” he praises. “I love watching my cock disappear inside you.”
You wish he’d unshackle you so you can touch yourself. Your cunt is throbbing around him, but you know you won’t be able to come unless he plays with your clit.
“Please…” you start, voice trembling.
“Please what, pretty girl?” he asks, giving your ass another hard slap. He loosens his grip on your throat so you can speak clearly.
You yelp in response and grind your ass back into him. “Please touch my clit…” you mumble, saying it softly so he has to strain to hear.
He slows his thrusts. “Speak up so I can hear you properly.”
“I want… I need… ohh,” Your words are taken over by a loud moan as he suddenly loops a hand around your belly, fingertips teasing just above your clit.
“Tell me what you want, you fucking dirty slut. I want to hear you ask for it.”
You moan as he teases his fingertips around your clit, but never touching, urging you on. “Oh gods, please, please fucking touch my clit. I need to come, please, oh please I need to come.”
“Yeah?” You can hear the grin in his tone. He dances his fingertips across your clit and you cry out in need. “You want me to make you come, pretty girl?”
“Yes, oh gods, yes! Please, I need you to make me come. I’m begging you to make me come.”
You can hear his breathing get heavier at your pleading and he finally obliges you, applying a surprisingly gentle pressure to your clit as he rubs his fingertips in delicious circles over it, barely grazing it.
“Does the pretty hero want to come all over my lowly criminal cock?” He moans into your ear. His thrusts speed up ever so slightly along with the pressure on your clit.
“Fuck, yes, please, please keep touching me. Please…”
He strokes your clit with his fingers as he thrusts deep inside your pussy from behind. His other hand teases your nipples, pulling lightly and making your tits bounce together for his pleasure. He keeps rubbing your clit rhythmically, drawing you closer and closer to orgasm.
“You’ve gone from a warrior woman to a wanton whore, does that make you proud, huh?” he taunts, making you moan louder. “It feels good to let go, doesn’t it? Come for me, pretty girl. I can tell you’re getting close; I can hear it in your moans. I’m getting close too. Your cunt just feels too good… and the way it’s clenching around my cock. Oh gods it feels amazing. You feel amazing.”
You can barely hear his taunting praises anymore as your own moans sound so loud in your ears. His velvety voice coupled with his rough fingers gently rubbing your clit as he pounds into you are drawing you closer and closer to the edge. Your cunt starts tightening and he groans as it grips his cock harder.
“That’s it, I feel your pussy squeezing my cock so tight. Come on, pretty girl. Let go. Come for me. Come all over my… mmm… my throbbing cock.” His words are broken up by his own moans as his own orgasm quickly approaches. He’s losing control of himself. Now would be the perfect time to try and stage an escape; the knife is within reach. But you’re not thinking about that. Escape is the farthest thing from your mind as the pleasure wells up and finally overflows inside you, your inner walls clenching his cock over and over and over again as you finally come.
“Ah! Ah!” You cry as you come undone around him, milking his cock with your tender cunt.
“Mmm yes, fuck, yes, yes!” He moans, hips slamming into your ass as his own orgasm overtakes him. He spills his seed deep inside you, hips not stilling until long after he’s spent. His lips still rest near your ear, breathing in the blood at your neck as he slowly comes down from his high. Your pussy keeps trembling around him, milking his cock of the last of your pleasure, and insisting he make certain he’s given you all he has to offer.
Yet as the heat settles between you, uncertainty fills the air. Will he kill you now that he’s had his way with you? He did say he would, after all. Your hands shake against the stone wall even as you bravely glance back at him.
But he’s not looking at you. Inside he’s staring at your ass, where you’re connected. He pulls his cock out of you slowly, careful not to let any of his cum escape. When he feels you looking at him he smirks and gives your ass a final slap before pulling out completely.
“Mm look at that greedy hole still twitching. Does it want more of my cum, hmm?” he asks, laughing lightly. “Do you think you deserve it? Should I keep you chained up as my little fuck toy, hm? Return whenever I have use for a cocksleeve?”
Your cunt clenches in need again but instead you say, “You could let me go.”
He smiles, but his eyes are unreadable. He picks up the knife off the ground and your heart jumps to your throat, fearing for the worst. He stalks back to you, brandishing the knife at his side. He gives you a sadistic smile as he raises it above his head. He brings the knife down in one fluid movement and you nearly see your life flash before your eyes, but then you realize your right hand feels looser. You open your eyes and find he has slashed away one of your shackles.
“I guess I could at least give you a fighting chance.”
He smirks at you, mischief playing in his silver blue eyes.
“I don’t think you’ll report me to any guards. Here, I recovered your last lockpick. After watching you earlier I’m sure that’s all you need to get out of here…” He smiles and you aren’t sure if he’s making fun of you. You glare at him while he just looks amused. He puts his clothes back on and turns to go, but leaves the knife behind.
“Good luck getting out of here… I have a feeling this won’t be the last time we see each other.”