So this chapter is short, but sweet. I've been busy with college. Sorry all. I would really like to thank you for reviewing and favoriting! As a last note, Thindril will be bitchier than usual because I felt that she was being too nice for too long, so enjoy!

"Sister!" Antoinette squealed as soon as she saw Thindril.

"What?" Thindril replied with an annoyed tone. She was tired and had little patience for arguments.

"Ocheeva was found! Alive!" Antoinette said in an exaggerated tone.

Thindril stared at the Breton briefly before running to Ocheeva's quarters without replying to her. She found Lucien outside and alone.

"Lucien…" she called while walking to him. The Speaker turned to her, his look softened slightly, but he made no move to touch her. Antoinette and other members of the Sanctuary should be around and they had to be discreet after all.

"Yes, sister." He replied.

"How is Ocheeva?"

"She is badly wounded, but she will live. Teinaava is inside with her." Lucien answered. "You just came back from that contract in the Imperial Prison?"

Thindril nodded shortly.

"How did it go?"

"Well, no one saw me." She answered with a small smile.

"Good, you are quite an asset to our Sanctuary." Lucien smiled back before pulling her closer. "Antoinette will soon leave. Wait for me in your quarters, we will talk later." He whispered. Thindril nodded to him before running to her bed. She found Antoinette changing to her armor and getting ready to leave. An awkward silence invaded the room, but Thindril had no wish to break it. The only way to keep her sanity intact was ignoring Antoinette

"Don't you wish me luck, sister?" Antoinette asked.

"Good luck." The elf replied dryly.

"It sounds like you are wishing me to die instead." The Breton replied.

And I am.

"I am tired." Thindril explained. "I just broke in the Imperial prison without being seen or heard, do you know that no one was able to do that for over a hundred years?" She boasted.

"Yes, I also hear that the Imperial Watch wasn't what it used to be. Too bad they didn't catch you, I just wanted them to do to you what they did to me…" Antoinette smirked while picturing Thindril being raped and beaten by the guards. Thindril clenched her teeth and tried to remain calm.

"What did they do to you, sister?" The elf asked sweetly.

"Oh, you know what… You obviously don't know the true definition of horror, or else you wouldn't be asking." Antoinette replied.

"Say it." Thindril insisted. "I do want to do what they did to you. You know… every detail."

"No, you know perfectly what I am talking about!" The Breton hissed.

"I'm not. Tell me, what did they do? Are you such a coward that you can't even say it?"

"Shut up!" The Breton yelled.

"How many were them? Two? Three?... Six? I bet your holes are as large as the sewers' tunnels by now…" The elf smirked evilly. Antoinette's face was red with anger, her eyes glistening with anger. "Did they leave you reeking with their cum?"

Antoinette jumped on Thindril with an animal ferocity. The Breton started to pull her red hair out and hit her head against the wood on the side of her bed, Thindril shrieked before scratching Antoinette's face as hard as she could, making her bleed. Antoinette punched her in response, making Thindril feel dizzy. The elf grabbed the Breton by her hair and made them turn around, she slapped Antoinette as hard as she could over and over again, making her face redder than a tomato and leaving her a mark. Antoinette squealed and squirmed in pain. With half of her blonde hair being ripped by her hand and the other one slapping and scratching her already bloody face, Antoinette became a very nasty sight to see.

"Thindril!" A voice roared before she felt a big hand push her. The Dunmer fell on the floor after hitting her head on her nightstand, the hit made her bleed and also slightly dizzy.

"Antoinette, are you alright?" The elf now recognized the voice. It was Lucien who had pushed her.

"Bitch… fucking bitch…" Antoinette gasped with her weak voice. Thindril was soon dragged by her arm to the bathroom by her Speaker, he closed the door behind them and made her lie on the floor.

"What was on your mind?" Lucien asked, his tone was harsh and uncaring. The elf shuddered.

"Answer me!" He roared. "What were you thinking?"

Thindril shuddered again before answering. "I wasn't thinking, that's the problem…"

"You stupid elf…" He breathed while walking aimlessly around the bathroom.

"She attacked me first…" Thindril muttered.

"Can't you see? It does matter who started it!" He roared again. "And now? What will you do now?"

Thindril felt small, yet she tried not to look frightened by his wrath. "Now… Now I will face my punishment, whatever that may be." She said in a dry tone, trying to hold back the tears.

"I have punished Dark Brotherhood brothers and sisters for less!"

"I know. You lost your respect for me, punish me as well, if you want to."

"Do not give me orders, do not tell me what I think about you." His tone was dangerously slow.

"I wasn't giving you orders…"

"Do not answer back!" He roared again, breathing hard. "Stay here, if you leave this bathroom I swear by Sithis that I will kill you."

Lucien left the room, Thindril hugged her knees, she was shaking and she wanted to cry and break everything in that bathroom, yet what good would that do? Also, she was slightly petrified by everything that had just happened. Lucien seemed to take ages to return which gave her time to recompose herself a little. Once the Speaker was back, she noticed that he now looked relatively calm. "I healed Antoinette of the little harm you did and casted a memory spell. She will not remember this unnecessary incident." He told her while sitting on the edge of the tub. "Get up."

Thindril untied her now messy hair and got up, facing him.

"You will never do this again." He ordered, the darkness that filled the room wasn't strong enough to hide the danger flickering in his dark eyes.

"Never again." She swallowed and felt slightly ashamed.

"Good." He nodded, cupping her cheek and forcing her to look at him. "Your eye… Did she punch you?" Thindril nodded. Lucien suddenly wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. "I do trust you to believe that these situations will not succeed again." He uttered.

"At first… I thought you were going to kill me…" She confessed.

"No, you belong to me, Thindril. I meant that when I said it." Lucien answered, he spoke of her like she was some sort of possession and Thindril kind of liked it. "Let me see if you're bruised anywhere else." His hands started to take off her shrouded armor, Thindril stood there without moving, letting him do what he wanted with her. His other hand started to fill the bathtub with water, Thindril slipped inside once she was naked and watched him take his dark clothes off.

Lucien slipped in the tub with her, kissing her hard and pulling her to him. "What if Antoinette walks in?" The elf breathed. "She is gone." He replied. "And the others?" Thindril breathed again, shivering at his kisses on her neck. "Gone as well, except Ocheeva, of course." Their lips devoured each other, yet the elf was always worried about being caught by the other members in the Brotherhood. Thindril had always been too careful when it came to hiding their affair – she never mentioned to anyone, Vicente included, she always tried to get his smell out of her, she always avoiding looking too much at him in public and many other small things she purposely did that were slowly becoming part of her being.

His hands lift her body gently, making her straddle him. She felt his hardening member rubbing against her slit, making her gasp gently. Thindril grabbed the soap and started rubbing it against his strong chest, the Dunmer always liked some bubbles in her bath. Lucien's strong and big hands were on her hips and thighs, pressing her down to him and making his need to of being in her getting stronger by the second. Then, his fingers went to her soft breasts and started grasping them and squeezing them. Thindril smirked in return before making the tip if his member to rub in her entrance, she watched a short groan come out of his mouth before asking him to do something that left him surprised.

"Sit on the edge of the tub." She whispered.

He did as she asked, making her see how big his shaft was. Thindril bit her lip and smiled mischievously before licking his head, Lucien shuddered a bit, but had no particular reaction, except in his look - he looked hungrier for her than ever.

She licked it at first and traced his inner thigh with the tip of her fingers, just to tease him. Thindril was seeing that he was getting impatient but told herself that he would have to wait. After taking her time in making him harder than ever, she then sucked him full, making her Speaker groan again. His hands went to her hair and took a grip of it as she bobbed her head on his groin and grabbed his balls, squeezing them very gently. Lucien was taken by surprise by her sudden want to do that to him, but he definitely welcomed it. Thindril took him all until her throat, making his body tense for a moment until she started bobbing her head again. It didn't take him long to make her pull out, turn her around and drag her to the middle of the tub. "Didn't you want to be punished, sister?" His fingers touched her clit and the tip of his erection poked her entrance again before entering her fully. Thindril gasped at his sudden move and Lucien embraced her from behind and started pounding her hard. Their lustful greed for each other was almost uncontrollable. He squeezed her, grinded into her, kissed her sweet skin everytime he could, Thindril could just moan to his actions, allowing him to touch her and kiss her wherever he wanted.

She held on the edges of the tub while panting hard and moaning softly. Lucien gave her a harder stroke once in a while, making her tremble. His crave for her was fierce and strong, making himself use almost all his self-control to not come too early. Lucien was an assassin, yet, he could also be quite a gentleman in these things for he always let his partner come first. The elf tensed before finding her release, she bit her lip to prevent herself from moaning too loud. Lucien smirked at sight she was giving him before climaxing as well, he struggled for breath as he pounded her hard. Once they were finished, he sat back on the tub and just looked at her amazing vision. Thindril quickly crawled back to his arms, breathing heavily as well.

"You look happy, sister." Lucien teased while tracing her jaw. "Good."

"I am happy now." Thindril replied.

"There were no reasons for you to not be happy before, especially when you were the one responsible for the incident." Lucien noted, tracing her features with the tip of his fingers. Thindril again wouldn't give him an argument because that's what he wanted, or so she thought. She shrugged before getting up and grabbing a towel to dry her body.

"What happened?" He asked while arching an eyebrow.

"I am exhausted. I broke to the Imperial Prison today, remember?" Thindril told him, in fact that was just an excuse to get away from him.

"Yes, you are exhausted, but you are also angry." Lucien noted.

"Indeed, that tends to happen when people don't believe me when I say the truth, especially when those people seem to care about me." The elf muttered. "And I rarely say the truth… I often worry what's the point of it if no one believes me."

"Do not play the victim…"

"I am not playing the victim. I am just tired." She interrupted him with a firm tone. This time Lucien didn't yell at her. "Good night, Speaker."