This one measily chapter makes this entire fan fiction rated M.

Rated M for: Sadomasochism, sexuality,even more disturbing images,and homosexuality. Please be warned. Do not read this if you are squeamish or offended by any of the listed.


"Decadence isn't easy/
Is it?"
Disturbed, "Decadence"
Somehow, I ended up in the hallway. I heard a faint, odd sound. It was the soft sound of scratching on the stone floor. I stood there, my ear to the direction of the birthplace of the noise. It was coming from the northern side of the hallway. The sound was increasing in its volume. I could now hear a gurgling noise as I stood there. I continued listening. I could hear a raspy, grotesque sound that was almost like…like crying. I pondered. I thought it was probably Sheogorath.

I began to trot up the hallway, but then I frowned as I was less than a sixteenth of a way down the immensely long hall. There was a squelching noise now, and it was very close. I could see a shadow in a close-by corridor. The source was crawling on its belly like a gigantic, humanoid reptile. The sounds it was making were repugnant. It was a gagging noise that sounded like the source had a mouth full of liquid. It was loud, and very unpleasant. Finally, I got to see the source.

And I wanted to scream. My bladder felt very heavy and hot, blanketed by quivering muscles, tendons, and skin that just had to horripilate. My eyes bulged out of their sockets, and my fingers contorted. It was a defensive stance. The source was Sheogorath…I think. Only dead, and rotten. It was just laying on the ground, crawling in its own coagulated muck. It was fetid. Its neck was visibly broken. A vertebrae was greeting the air, poking out of the putrid flesh of this phantom.

It smelt horrible. Vomit dribbled down its decomposing mouth and to the rotten goateed chin. Its skin was an unreal milky white, accompanied by splotches of black, purple, and very dark red. Coagulated blood now foamed down its gaping mouth to the ground. Its hand was up, raised towards me, like whatever the hell it was, was reaching at me from down the hallway. It was gathering its composure to stand. It was floating in the air as it raised itself from the ground.

There was a slit in its chest. The tattered waistcoat was an ugly brownish-black with blood and decay. The dress-shirt the unSheogorath wore was ripped all over the sleeves, and exposed a plethora of still-bleeding cuts. It looked at me with completely black, eerie eyes, and emitted a growl. It was now floating towards me. I had enough. I screamed and ran down the halls in the opposite direction.

"Stop it!" I yelled and screamed. Hot sparks of tears gushed down my face. I heard booming laughter. I turned left on the corner and nearly stopped in my tracks. Sheogorath was grinning widely, toothily, psychotically. And he was laughing and pointing at me. I dashed up to him, and clutched his waistcoat as much as I could as I kneeled before him. "MAKE IT STOP!" I pleaded shrilly. He just beamed at me. I barked at him, "STOP IT! STOP IT! PLEASE STOP IT!"

The thing was nearing now. I continued pleading for my life and he continued smirking and chortling. I implored him one last time, "PLEASE! ANYTHING FOR YOU, SHEOGORATH! JUST MAKE IT BLOODY STOP!" I stopped kneeling, got to my feet, and darted past him. I heard him sniffle. I heard his voice. He was nearly wailing. "Don't run from me!…I didn't intent to frighten you…!…I've been concealing it, Walter, see?" he screeched as I was half-way down the similarly extremely long hallway. My joints complained. My head began to pound excruciatingly. "Argh! My knees… MY HEAD!" I cried as my legs stopped me. I collapsed on my knees, my hands to my head, and everything grew dark and blurry.

Waaalllllter. Waallllllllllter. My mind felt horribly fuzzy. I couldn't open my eyes. My thoughts did not even seem to be my own. It was difficult to focus. My head felt like it was spinning. After a good few long moments, things began to focus and make sense. I realized my eyes were open. "Walter," a voice about to sob said so softly. I focused my eyes, and I was looking directly up into the eyes of Sheogorath. They were bloodshot and watering. Abruptly, he embraced my limp body. I had been laying prostrate in his lap. He held me so tight I could hardly breathe. He released me, and gazed into my eyes. He told me, "I'm glad that you are fine. You've been unconscious for a long period of time now." I felt queasy and dizzy as I rolled off him and sat up. He smiled at me.

I realized we were in the room I had found him in. I stood up, and nearly lost my footing. It was a little dark in the room. Sheogorath also stood. Then, he grabbed and pushed me against the eastern wall. I was terrified. But then, he planted a very gentle kiss on my lips. My eyes grew larger. When I did not respond, the pressure on my lips grew harder. I felt my entire body tingle with almost electric energy. I gave in and returned his kiss.

He released me after several lengthy moments. I felt flustered now. I waddled towards the platform and sat down, thinking about why he did that to me. He was in my blind spot now. I wasn't paying much attention to him, until I saw a glimpse of flesh. I tensed up, and swallowed my saliva. "Look at me, Walter," he called me pleadingly. I knew if I looked that I would go mad. Being the curious person I am, I had to look. So, I turned towards him. I nearly jumped up.

He was completely naked, but that did not shock me. What shocked me, was that his testes and penis had pins driven though them. They weren't that far in, and they weren't causing him to bleed. It looked remarkably neat and well-done. His body, underneath all those clothes, was, in a pleasant way, pale and frail-looking. A narrow, long isosceles triangle of ginger hair extended from the middle of his chest to his pubic region, growing a little wider below the navel. It blended in as it traveled down to the crotch, with the equally vibrant pubic hair.

I wanted to cringe at the mutilation. His body deceived his face; his body was relatively youthful. It was very proportional, though his legs were long. He ambled up to me. He was standing right in front of me. "Don't you want to touch me?" he asked me quietly. I looked into his almost glowing eyes. I did want to touch him. I carefully extended my hand to touch him. Shakily, I stroked his slender body, specifically his stomach, which was flat. I couldn't help but grimace as his organ swelled up in arousal. It was amazing that the needles didn't rip the skin.

I must have moved in closer to him. We were so close our chests were touching. I felt his mutilated sex push into my stomach. I was getting uncomfortable and tense. Even in my apprehension, I was fairly sure I was doing the same to him. I kissed his lips, and quivered as he returned it. I took a few steps back, and undid my robe. Sheogorath was brushing his left hand over the pins as he watched me. The robe fell to my feet.

I felt obnoxiously flushed. I watched him closely, and my focus was now directed to his crotch. One by one, he was taking the pins out. He groaned as he slid those wretched pins out of his organs. He only seemed to grow more excited as he did. When every pin was out, tiny drops of blood beaded over the wounds.

He gazed at me, and I knew he meant business. He began rubbing against me and moaned softly. "Stop," I insisted, but he persisted. Both of our bodies were perspiring. The room's ambience was blue, I realized, as he was rubbing against me. He slid against myself faster, and could take it no longer. He emitted a loud sigh. Yet, he was still very fervent. He pushed me against a wall with my back facing him. I knew what he had in mind, and I cringed.

"Please. Don't," I whimpered, wishing I was a woman at that point. He groaned in disappointment. He kissed the side of my neck and squeezed my sweating body. He purred in my ear, and played with my shoulder-length, sweaty light blond hair. He stroked my back and released me. He clothed himself in front of me, and I watched him with fascination. I gathered my own robe and slid my body into it. It was dreadfully…uncomfortable. When I looked up as I tied my robe, I realized he had been watching me as well. I smiled faintly and put my boots on, kneeling down to tie them. He smiled back, though much wider.

And we traveled outside into the hallway, and didn't speak of it much.