Lúthien, the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, after been sent on an contract by the Night Mother find herself locked up in Cidhna mine. She expects a bumpy ride but nothing compared to the horrors that she will face that will stay with her for the rest of her life.
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Chapter 1.) Cidhna Mine
There she was. Cidhna Mine. The one place in the whole of Skyrim where there is not getting out. Lúthien was trapped. Laid on her back, she looked around her cell, the walls were damp and the air was thick. Fungus clung to the walls of the cell and moss hung from the ceiling. The iron bars on the door was worn and rusted from the dripping water coming from the condensation on the craggy walls and the rough rock of the ceiling. Drops of foul smelling water dripped on her nose as she looked around. Her head was fuzzy and dried blood was laced in her matted hair. Her left eye was swollen and her ribs hurt. The guards had beat her bad when they caught her. She had been running a contract for the Dark Brotherhood. As Listener and their to heed her mothers call, the Night Mother had sent her with a contract to go and murder an Altmer by the name of Ondolemar up in Understone Keep in Markarth. As a highly skilled assassin she of course succeeded in her mission but her escape was less than stellar and the city guards of Markarth had knocked clean out before she had time to run. They punched her around the face and kicked her in the ribs and before she knew where she was, she was hauled to Cidhna Mine never to see the light of day again.
She held her head in her hands attempting to sooth her pounding headache the blows from the guards had given her but to no avail. Her vision was slightly blurred and she could hear a faint ringing sound buzzing from one ear to the other. She felt sick and faint as she attempted to stand up but her legs buckled underneath her and she fell to her knees. She coughed, struggling to breathe properly due to the wounds to her ribs. She turned herself over and sat cross legged on the floor; her head throbbing. Her ragged robes that she had awoken in were damp and smelt fusty. All of her possessions had been removed, her potions, her weapons, her clothing. She shuddered as she thought of the city guards hands fumbling over her naked body as they dressed her unconscious state in her current pathetic excuse for clothing.
The metal bars of the rusted cell door clanged as a large key turned in the lock and swung open. A female orc charged in and stooped over Lúthiens small frame and offered a snarl.
"All right prisoner, eyes front!" She growled. "You're in Cidhna mine now, and we expect you to earn your keep." She stepped up to Lúthien and grabbed her by her hair and began to push her towards the rusty cell door.
"There's no resting your hide in a cell in this prison, here you work. You'll mine ore until you start throwing up silver bars. You got it?" She snarled in her ear as she yanked the prisoners hair harder. Lúthien grunted.
"I'm sorry…" she answered. "I'm a little deaf in this ear." The orc roared and flung Lúthien up against the wall in her cell and pinned her up by the neck. Her small frame dangled as the orc's huge hand grasped around her throat.
"Don't get smart with me, elf. I'm in charge. You keep it up, I'll have your toes cut off!" And with that she threw Lúthien to the ground, spluttering as her lungs refilled with air after been suspended in mid air. The orc slammed her fist against the cell door and yelled.
"All right! Open her up!" And with that the cell door sung open. Lúthien moved to scurry out of the cell door out of the way of her newly made enemy but the hefty orc stood in her way. Her eyes were heated like angry flame as she spoke.
"Now you." She hissed, deeper than before. "Get down there. I want to see you shitting silver next time I walk these halls." And after a short, dark stare at Lúthien, she left slammed the door behind her.