Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151101155319/@comment-5583506-20151101224633

"You are ready to cry some more?" he asked with a shrug as he pulled his pants back up. There was no compassion in his voice.

On the ground in the cell was the Khajiit lying down, sobbing quietly to herself.

"Oh, please", he grunted as he adjusted the belt. "I didn't even do my best." He scoffed. "I save that for my wife whenever I get home after a long day of hard, honest work. Well, there is not much honesty in this work, but it sure is hard, if you know what I mean?"

He laughed shortly at his own pathetic attempts to make obscene jokes. It was the only sort of amusement he had in the prison besides violating beautiful young women such as the Khajiit they had brought in during the uprising. Her equally pretty sisters were nowhere to found, but he reckoned it would only be a matter of time before the City Watch would apprehend them and bring them in.

The Khajiit pulled her skirts back down over her loins. She had clearly had enough of him for one day. He didn't mind though. There were plenty of days to come...

"BASTARD!" hissed Shakti as she flew upon the Captain with her spear in hand. The memories of the experiences she had had to endure during his watch over her pulsed through her mind with the rhythm of the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

He gave out a shout of pain as the spear tip penetrated his armor and brough him to the ground on his back, the Khajiit on top of him like a primal hunter of plain-roaming wildlife.

"Fuck!" he cursed and twitched beneath her spear. "Bitch, I will see you hang for this!"

Shakti spat in the Captain's face, slowly turning the spear tip around, hitting every nerve she wanted him to feel. He squealed as terror and pain shot through his body.

"L-Look!" he sputtered. "Look! It was nothing personal, you hear. I have always been like this. I know I am an animal, but... but if you could find it in your heart to f-forgive... then I would..."

Shakti withdrew her spear and instead pierced it through his other shoulder with a furious thrust. The Captain screamed again.

"AAAH! FUCKING HELL!" he whimpered and looked down upon the spear that had him pinned to the ground. As he tried to move the spear just went deeper through his muscles and tendons, causing him so much pain that eventually he just had to stop moving in order to keep himself conscious.

"Please", he blubbered. "I want to live... I want to live so badly... You... You don't want to kill me, Shakti. You don't. If you do... You are no better than I am... If you kill me you are just..."

"WRONG!" snarled the Khajiit, her expression twisted into a predatory grimace of pure hatred. "Killing you wouldn't be evil. It would be doing this world a favor for generations to come. It's a shame that no one around will witness your demise, captain. If they did, Shakti is sure they would have erected a statue in her honour."

"P-please", sniffed the Captain, desperate to cling onto his life. "I have a wife. I am well-respected amongst the nobility. I am..."

"Silence", hissed Shakti and pulled out the spear again, causing the Imperial to groan beneath her. She instead put the tip inside his mouth, smiling cruelly as this reminded her of something similar. Only by then, their positions were changed. She had been the one with the open mouth, and he had been the one with the spear. "Just remember", she said, her voice as steady and as unforgiving as a deadly whisper. "No biting..."