Oh boi oh boi xD

I hope you don't mind hearing their thoughts in my narrations. I do that quite a lot ;v; It's just.. too much fun xD And you might noticed it before but, the Dragonborn is such a masochist xD No no, she is not aware of it.. I ... think .-. uh

Miraak is just a sadist ""._. (...) Anyway: Enjoy! ;u; more SM stuffs incoming! )o)w)o)

~Alliesa


Chapter Three: The Breakdown


The man growled with anger quietly in his mind, assuring that nobody would notice it and sighed out:

"This little-"

His servants though passed the man and got ready to finish their job, what the man told them to do. Ignoring him and walking straight at her made him feel even more furious. His blood boiled in his head and his eye couldn't stop from twitching but he somehow managed to calm down himself. She on the other side gasped and turned quickly on her stomach to crawl out of there. They were the last things she wanted to see and she still had the dagger- ...

It was gone.

She panicked. Scanning the whole ground surrounding her, she, ignoring all her pain tried her best to find the missing tool. Where the hell was that damn dagger?! She had it right in her hand, but it was gone.

Why now, why at such time- there!

It was right in front of her!

Her right hand hurt a bit to stand on it so she quickly switched to her left hand. She propped on it, then straighten the right hand to reach the dagger. Trying the most of it her arm straighten as much as possible. That was only her last chance. In a moment they would finish her off but she didn't give up so easily. She almost got it. She felt the touch of the dagger with her fingertips.

Just a little bit!

But she felt a light breeze behind her and quickly glanced if his servant already reached her. But it was too late.

They reached her.

She moved with her last strength of her fingertips to catch the dagger.

It slipped into the pool of tentacles.

That was it. Her face looked hopelessly and her mouth couldn't get closed. She always wondered how she would die but that was the last thing she could think of. With a slight fear she clenched her teeth and closed her eyes tightly.

...

Nothing happened to her, but she heard something slashed against something, as if the monster got slain. Was that possible? Could that be Lydia finally entered that realm and saved her from that disaster? How cheerfully she gasped and in a split of second she opened her tightly closed eyes.

On the ground she noticed some books covered in a big pile of ash. That must have been the servant she was avoiding. But what more surprised her was that it was the man, who slain the servant. Where was Lydia? Why did he do that? Did he just saved her from his own servant? Her face just showed her confusedness and the man could read it as an open book. To avoid any misunderstandings he claimed with no further delay:

"I did not save you, woman.", he waved his sword once to get rid of the ashes and put it back in his sword sheath and continued, "That piece of bug went in my way so I merely cleaned off my way. Now coming back to you.."

"My name is not woman! It's Amara! You bastard!"

"...It is that, what you're so much bothered about right now?"

Amara send an angry glare at the man for being not only rude, but showing his arrogance all the time. He was way too confident and she really hated that, but somehow it screamed for the respect to that Dragonborn.

"And you should consider to restrain from calling me that.", as he spoke while raising his eyebrow, Amara questioned herself then who he was. It was quite a mystery for her and all the previous questions returned to her head at once. Then who was he, why when she was running for her life he saved her? How long did he live here? What was his name?

"What is your name.. then.."

The man just smirked, like a devil who found his delicious toy. For years he was alone in this realm, letting himself entertain only with the books and toying with his servants. And this just looks way too amusing... way too delicious.

"You still are not aware of your current position, woman", and out of sudden Amara's eyes followed his foot getting on her chest. Instinctively she grabbed his shoe to lower her pain but the pressure was too much to handle it. She tighten all her muscles, even her teeth seemed almost to break. Digging her nails onto the shoe didn't bother him at all. All that was for nothing, she moaned in pain when the placed foot crushed her. He also made his stance near her neck on purpose so she wouldn't get any air. That previous gravity pull game was still affecting her after all. That sadist, piece of-!

"Hiyah!"

At that cry the man actually got his foot off from her and circled very slowly around her. She inhaled for the air way too fast and coughed. Oh god, her headache was coming back, but at least she could calm down herself. Even for a bit.

"The only thing you must know is that being in this realm is far beyond your little strength. While you're here, you're helpless and you're in my power. More than you imagine."

Amara tried to shake her head off but it would make her feel worse. She instead blinked a couple of times to get the clear picture of the man who was literally standing above her.

"Do you think making the deal with Hermaeus Mora will be an use to him? You serving him? You are making me laugh, foolish little woman."

All of a sudden the young Dragonborn felt a heavy thud on her tights and let out a groan. What in the world was he doing!

Her question was answered in a second once she opened her eyes and came back to reality. He placed himself on her, preventing from moving. Not only Pinning down to the ground, she could even not move an inch. Before she would think of any foolish ideas, he grabbed both of her arms and put above her head. Shamelessly he continued as if he nothing embarrassing happened. That dick-

"I also let myself to observe your little... adventures. I see you absorbed some dragon souls, but do you have any idea how it hurts? To have one's soul ripped out like that?"

"What do you want from me.", that wasn't a question. Amara rather tried to sound as if she wasn't caring what the man would say but her face failed to hide her emotions. Squeezing her eyebrows together, half squinted eyes, biting her bottom lips and shivering in fear made the man very clear:

"You are scared-."

"I am not!"

"..."

Slowly the man got closer to the helpless young Dragonborn's face. She flinched and turned her head away from him. It was the last thing she wanted to see.. giving him all the pleasure of his little... game? No. She might be weaker than him. She might be far more inexperienced or naive- but she was the Dragonborn. The last Dragonborn! People wrote songs about her, bandits ran away from her, villages were protected by her, Skyrim screamed for help and she was their hope for their freedom! Her pride wouldn't allow him to toy with her around. That's right. She would show him how strong her determination was. She faced back to him in a second and showed the fearless Dragonborn anger. Whatever his challenges were she would definitely withstand them. No matter what! The first Dragonborn however chuckled. He liked her attitude, strong and challenging woman. But she was too naive, way too naive. The Nord neared to her ear while smirking and whispered as quiet as he could:

" 'Miraak'- I will make you remember my name and you will never forget it."