Skyrim RP series...Prologue (part 2) In a dark place

• Posted by HaggisHunter April 22, 2016 - Filed in TSC: Long Story - ##Bosmer  ##Caerwyn  ##Danifae  ##Ancano  ##Stormcloaks  ##Wood Elf  - 2,186 views

   The shocks seemed to go on forever.

  
  Caerwyn was down on her knees outside her cell, shivering and grunting through the panel gag as the shocks went through her. She knew they were inevitable, as they hadn't started for quite a while and she had been able to grab a fair bit of sleep, apart from the nightmares which haunted her.  All she could do was rock back and forth and wait until they had finished.

   

  Finally, they eased off and stopped altogether, leaving her sweating and gasping for air through her nose. She hoped that they had burned themselves out for now, as when they went off like that it seemed they needed time to recharge before firing up again. She could cope with one or two going off, as they were more gentle, but all three piercings at the same time brought her down and left her a bit frazzled.

  
  She finally managed to regain her strength and got back to her feet. The sweat ran down her body and started burning into her cuts, but that pain she had gotten used to. She knew she had to get the armbinder off if she had any hope of getting out of the prison. If she could get her fingers free she could at least manipulate objects and search for keys to her restraints.

  
  She reluctantly left the prison key on the table and walked down the corridor to see what she could find and to get her bearings. She worked her arms in the armbinder to try and loosen it as she went. She climbed the stairs at the end of the corridor into a torchlit room. There was a desk, a locked chest and a chest of drawers with firewood on top of it. She looked on the desk for any keys but couldn't see any. There was a cheese wedge and a bowl of soup lying on a shelf. The smell made her mouth water and drool ran down her chin but she couldn't eat with the gag in place, so she reluctantly had to leave them. Brushing against the firewood, she felt a sharp edge rub on the armbinder. She suddenly had the idea to rub the armbinder against the rough wood to try and loosen it. The wood kept moving about the desk so wasn't as effective as she would have liked. However, she noticed a nail sticking out of the chest of drawers. There was a metal ring attached to the bottom of the armbinder sheath, which was used to hogtie captives. She hooked the ring onto the nail, leaned forward, braced her feet and pulled. She strained and wriggled and pulled and she felt something give. She lay on her back, hooked the ring on the nail and pushed with her feet against the furniture. The pony boots actually helped in this regard due to their weight. Again she heard a ripping sound but it was painful due to the cuts on her back. So, she got up, hooked the armbinder on the nail and pulled again.

   

  

  
  Her piercings started shocking again, but on a low level this time. Biting on the panel gag, with drool running down her chin, and sweat running down her face and body, she thought of her parents and Ancano's sneering face and this gave her the determination to keep trying, despite the shocks. She felt a great anger building up inside her and so with a lot of unladylike grunting and squirming she gave another mighty pull and felt the straps give way around her chest and shoulders at last. She fell on her knees and skinned them but the armbinder was finally off and lying on the floor. Her arms were still shackled behind her but her fingers were free so she was able to go back and pick up the prison key. She knew she had to find a key to the shackles now but one set of bindings was off at last!

   

  
   

   

  

  
  She took a moment to regain her breath. The piercings had stopped again. She went back to the locked chest and the key unlocked it and she found various potions and a couple of lockpicks! It was quite dark in the dungeon so she didn't want to try and pick the locks on her shackles in here. She went and got an empty bucket and placed the lockpicks into it. If she found any more or even some keys she would put them into it. She decided to hook the bucket around her fingers and carry it round with her.

  
  She walked round the prison checking all the containers she could reach. She was able to manipulate the prison key with her fingers to open chests and locked doors. At least Ralof was right when he said it was the master key for the prison. Some sacks and chests were on high ledges she couldn't reach, bound as she was. 'It would be typical of the Thalmor to put keys in high places, given their height' she thought.  She was unable to reach these containers, however and she felt she had to hurry her progress in case the guards came back, so she left them reluctantly.

  

  
  On an upper level she heard water running. Entering a circular room water was pouring through a hole in the wall and puddling on the floor. She was getting a bit of a thirst so she put down the bucket and stood under the waterfall. The water was nice and cool on her cuts and her burnt face and eased the pain a bit. It washed the sweat away too. She didn't know when she'd last had a bath, certainly not since her capture. This felt so good!  She raised her head to try and get a drink of water through the gag. By adjusting her mouth a little bit at the corners some water managed to leak onto her tongue and she gladly was able to drink a little bit.

  
  She also took the chance to try and look at her reflection. She had never seen her face since her capture. The light wasn't good but she was shocked at what she saw. Her burnt face, bald head, ruined right eye. The 'Slave' tattoo on her forehead. She turned her body and saw some of the cuts on her back. The tears began to flow again. Why did Ancano and his agents do this to her?

   

  

  
   But she knew she had to try and move quickly, as she didn't know if the Thalmor or Imperial guards would be coming back any time soon.
  She searched the containers in this upper room. There was a chest on a ledge above her which she couldn't reach. So she had to leave this one too.
  There was a flight of steps which led to a rubble fall and a door which opened outside. It had been so long since she had been outside in the fresh air. Breathing deeply through her nose, she walked toward the edge of the ledge she found herself on. It had stopped raining and it was getting dark.
  The river was flowing quickly down the channel and over a waterfall. To her left, across the river, she could see a fort, a bridge and a road. She walked up a slope to her right to the riverbank. Across a shallows there was a rickety old shack with what looked like a dead body inside. She decided to try and wade over the river. It wasn't very deep here and it was rocky so she didn't think she'd get stuck. The boots helped here again, due to their weight and as they went up to her knees she didn't get her feet wet.

  
  She came to a barrel and searched it as best she could but no keys here either. There was food and it was within reach but she had no way of eating it. Her mouth was starting to water, her stomach rumbled, despite the corset and drool ran down her chin at the thought but there was nothing she could do about it.

  
  Coming to the cabin she couldn't quite reach the dead body so she had to go up the slope, round a fallen tree and back down again. She was just able to reach through and drag the body out a bit. It was the body of Lucky Lorenz, a lookout for the Imperials and the man who supplied the prison with food. She had heard the guards talking to him whenever he brought the supplies so she knew who he was.

  
  Searching his body as best she could, he also had no keys. She then decided to try and use the lockpicks on her shackles. She managed to manipulate one in the lock, but the light was fading. In her haste she broke the pick! She moaned into the gag and got out the last pick. She again manipulated it in the lock and she felt like she was making progress. Her hands started to shake and she started to sweat again. She felt like she had hit the sweet spot. Almost...Just then her piercings started up again and the shocks caused her to break the pick. In frustration and anger, she kicked the bucket into the water and struggled against the shackles and the rubber gloves restraints and moaned against the gag  but in the end, despite her anger and frustration, she knew she couldn't break out of them. 

  

  The tears started flowing again and she walked back up the slope to the river bank. She needed to seek help somewhere, so she had to decide which way to go. Towards the bridge and the road, which meant going nearer the fort or try and cross the river in the other direction...