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Author's Note: WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! This chapter involves very strong language, descriptive torture and sexual scenes. If you are not prepared for my dark reality of Skyrim's Banditry, then do not read. This is your warning. In this chapter I will reveal a potential forced sex scene. It is strongly advised that if you are not 17+years of age then you do not need to read this. It is only detailed to an extent, the rest will be left to the imagination, but the motive of forced intercourse is still there. No this is not a lemon series, but this will provide a look at the darker side that Skyrim holds. If you wish to skip this chapter, you may. I will leave an opening in my next chapter to recap a rough scenario of what happened, a recollection of memories without the vulgar usage of imagery. This chapter will be shorter than most, allowing it to be non-essential to the story line.

Chapter 12: Breaking Point

Mahrig

"No, Please! I'll do whatever you want, you don't have to hurt anyone!" My rushed plea caused Ahnvir to chuckle as he unfolded his leather pouch of tools on a nearby table. Gareth was still unconscious, his armor had been removed and taken to a nearby cave that we had failed to locate in the beginning. The entrance in the mountainside had been hidden in an area that was shrouded by large bushes and trees. Gareth lay clothed in his white shirt and dark brown pants he had been wearing under his armor. He was now bound to a table by his wrists and ankles. My panic was nearing a point of no return as Ahnvir scoured over his collection of bloodstained tools.

I myself was now bound at the wrists, the coarse rope only momentarily reminding me of my capture when I had first arrived in Skyrim. One of the scouts that had presented Ahnvir with the unconscious Gareth, now made sure I stayed planted in my position on the ground. Ahnvir had demanded I be tied, and forced to watch. Numerous other bandits were now drinking their beverages and feasting on the meat that had been cooking since my arrival. They all seemed to be waiting for the show Ahnvir would present them with. The sick twisted feeling in my gut threatened to project onto the ground before me, but I held it back hoping that my pleas would somehow stop this psycho from what he was about to do.

The sound of the forest was now eerily quiet as if the animals and insects were also anticipating Ahnvir's next move. He brushed his hand slowly over the tools finally coming to a rest on a small knife. The blade seemed dull, and the dark rusted texture implied that it had been used many times before. My already racing heart began to thrum in my chest causing an unusual pressure to build beneath my ribs. He turned the knife over painfully slow in his hands, his eyes taking in the blade as if he was seeing it for the first time. I knew by the a small smile that crept onto his lips that this was in fact not the first time he would be using it.

"Now, shall we wake him up?" He turned around as if waiting for an answer from me. His eyes searching my features with a devilish grin. He turned back toward Gareth's motionless body and grabbed one of his hands that were bound, extending the pinky to lay flat on the table's surface. Anger and fear fueled my body as Ahnvir trailed the dull knife up the side of Gareth's hand until he placed the blade directly over the width of the extended finger. Ahnvir pressed down slowly. I watched agonizingly as Gareth's body began to twitch as he regained consciousness. No doubt the pain from the dull knife was waking him from his sleeping state.

The first groan that release from Gareth's body was almost inaudible, but the following sounds filled the silenced forest. Tears began streaming down my cold face, all heat had seemed to seep from my body at the horror of what had started unfolding in front of me. Gareth, the man whose friendship I dearly cherished, was screaming in pain as the tyrant Ahnvir continued his relentless torture. I could see Gareth's blood begin to stain the table, and a sickening choked sound escaped from him as Ahnvir released his hold and backed away. The tip of Gareth's finger was now gone, it lay disconnected mere inches from his hand. I lost all control of the contents in my stomach.

"You see, I have no reservations when it comes to getting what I want." Ahnvir's words were directed at me. The anger I felt for the man in that moment boiled over causing me to lash out.

"I told you, I will do whatever you want you swine." Ahnvir cocked his brow and walked toward me with the dull blood soaked knife still in his hand. With the tip he lifted my chin so that my eyes stared directly into his.

"I have no doubt you will, I simply wish to show you what can happen if you choose to disobey me. Remember, you're the one who showed up in my camp. I didn't force you to come here." I furrowed my brow and spit at him. He burst into laughter.

"Save your spit slut, you're gonna need it." I lurched forward, but was quickly contained by the wood elf that had been standing behind me.

Gareth was now searching through blurred vision. His head violently whipped around to face in my direction. Our eyes met only moments before Ahnvir stepped between us and made his way back toward the table. I could see the sweat that soaked Gareth's brow in the light from the campfire. I silently cursed Theo for his absence. I had not thought of him as the kind of man to flee from such conflict leaving his companions behind. After all he had also charged into battle with me against two dragons without even voicing his own opinion or chastising me later. This whole scenario felt wrong. Theo was a lot of things, but he couldn't have been the type to just leave us here. Maybe something had happened to him as well. What if they had killed him and just left him laying on ground. The thought added to my already twisted gut. I would no doubt lose the remaining contents of my stomach soon.

"Ah good. You're fully awake now. I was a little worried you would provide little entertainment." Ahnvir's words were directed toward Gareth. Ahnvir picked up a long metal rod that he had previously leaned against the table, and walked toward the campfire. He placed the metal tip into the hot embers that covered the fire pit and left it. He made his way back to the table and picked up his knife.

"Shall we continue where we left off? I like taking things slow and doing things a little bit at a time." He turned toward me with the last of his words. I knew exactly what he meant, and that's why he had wanted me to willing accept his earlier offer. So that he could go slow and do things at his own pace. He wouldn't be able to have his way with me if I continually fought against him.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet though, I want to finish this finger first." He placed the knife back on Gareth's pinky finger that had already lost a tip. He pressed directly over the knuckle and pushed down.

Gareth gritted his teeth, and from my view I could see his face turn red with all of his effort not to voice the tremendous amount of pain he was experiencing. I heard the knife connect with wood, and Gareth's staunched groans ceased. Ahnvir slid the second segment of Gareth's finger with the knife to join the tip that had already been severed. I couldn't just sit like this and do nothing. I needed to think of something fast. I couldn't use my shouts in fear of harming the already tormented Gareth. Tears were streaming down his face and his breathing became ragged as his body dealt with the pain he had been inflicted with. I tried to stand once more, but was swiftly knocked back down by the man behind me.

"Stay!" I whirled around to glare at the bosmer who returned my expression. Ahnvir chuckled.

"Spirited young thing huh? That's alright, I'll tame you nice and slow once I'm done with him. I enjoy taming fiery natured women. They are always much more submissive after I'm through with them. You'll be no exception." Ahnvir turned his attention back to where he had left the metal rod at the fire pit. He pulled the rod from the embers exposing the tip. The bright orange glowing tip sizzled as Ahnvir spit.

"Perfect." He turned toward me and walked forward. He stopped in front of me and moved my stray locks to reveal the scar that ran across my right cheekbone.

"How about an example." His large hand snaked around the width of my neck and cupped my face around my jaw holding my head perfectly still. I tried to move but his strength was too much. He brought the heated metal to my face. The white hot searing pain that hit my senses temporarily blinded me in my right eye as he trailed the metal across the length of my scar. My scream was all that registered to my hearing even after my screaming had ceased. He removed the metal from my face. I realized the screaming that had continued after I had ceased was actually coming from a very angry Gareth.

"You Son of a Bitch, leave her alone!" I had never heard such language escape Gareth's mouth. His anger filled eyes almost seemed to glow. The Aura around him was either a bright white, or my right eye was still playing tricks on me as my vision slowly returned.

"Oh now, just having some fun with her. Thought I would give her a taste before wasting it on you." Ahnvir walked back to the table with the metal securely in his right hand. With his left hand he ripped the fabric of Gareth's white shirt, revealing a chest that was covered in multiple scars.

"Quite the story your skin tells. Let's add a few lines." Ahnvir did just that as he brought the metal to the center of Gareth's chest. He slowly weaved the metal in small patterns across Gareth's skin causing Gareth to hiss through gritted teeth. I screamed once more.

"Stop please, I'll do anything just stop. I promise! I'll submit to you!" My tears were streaming again sending jolts of searing pain back through the fresh burn I now carried where my scar had once been.

"Mahrig no!" Gareth urged through gritted teeth. Ahnvir immediately stopped his unpredictable trail he had been weaving with the metal on Gareth's skin. Ahnvir turned toward me.

"Mahrig...your name is Mahrig? I thought you said your name was Morah." He turned back toward Gareth and eyed him. Gareth met his gaze with wild eyes that were almost unrecognizable. He turned back toward me and hurried his steps until he towered over me. I stared up into ice blue eyes that were slowly filling with anger.

"You two know each other? Is that why he was snooping around?" He grabbed me by the neck and lifted me to my feet. I couldn't breath or even answer. His grip around my throat was almost enough to crush my windpipe, and he would have if he had not noticed the color of my features changing beneath his grasp. He loosened his grasp but kept his hand around my throat allowing me to breath enough to speak.

"You monster." Was the only reply I gave him.

"I really hate liars. I was going to do you a favor and take things slow, but now I'm just gonna fuck you senseless." I didn't hold back any longer, we were slightly angled away from Gareth, so I would have to take my chances.

"FUS!" The force that erupted from my chest sent Ahnvir stumbling backwards. Many of the men that had been setting around observing the events jumped to their feet and readied their weapons. I felt a body collide with mine from behind pushing me to the ground. The wood elf pinned me down and shoved my face into the dirt. He pressed hard causing my nose to make a loud crunching sound that rang through my ears as the pain spread through my face. I felt a warm liquid begin seeping from my broken nose.

The weight soon lifted and I was brought to my feet. Ahnvir towered over me. He proceeded to shove cloth into my mouth and tightly wrapped another piece around my head to secure the cloth from being forced out. Hagnor now spoke from his position on the other side of the campfire.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea. She's Dragonborn." I glanced over to the nervous looking Nord who eyed me cautiously. Ahnvir spit in his direction.

"It matters not. I'll fuck her till she only shouts my name." With that his hands ripped the cloth of my white dress, removing the fabric that hid my body from view. I tried to struggle away from his grasp, but the intense grip he held on my arm was causing pain to shoot up into my shoulder, causing any movement to only bring more pain. He grabbed a dagger from his side and slit the wrapping that secured my chest area. Due to my bound hands I was not able to cover myself. The humiliation and panic both set in causing my heart to feel as if it would burst from my chest. He slammed me against the table where Gareth struggled with his binds. Gareth's eyes truly were glowing. I hadn't imagined the sight before, but my attention to detail was lost the moment I felt a hard body press against my undergarment from behind. The ripping sound of my last piece of clothing was all that I heard before the only thing that registered was the hardness I could feel pressing against my entrance. I screamed a muffled cry at the realization that this was truly about to happen. My innocence would be ripped away from me in this moment and my friend that I cared for so dearly would have to watch helplessly.

Gareth

I could feel the power seeping into my limbs, the divines had granted my wish and I would smite ever last one of these bandits. Mahrig's bloodied face was pressed against my lower abdomen as she screamed through her cloth gag. The wicked man behind her held eyes of wild lust. Mahrig's eyes found mine for only a moment. I heard the array of arrows whisp through the air before I seen them. Multiple bandits were struck including the man who had begun applying pressure against Mahrig's rigid body. The arrow struck his shoulder causing him to stagger backwards away from Mahrig. A familiar green glow engulfed him along with every other bandit that had been hit by an arrow. Theo finally made his move. The anger built inside of me at his postponed actions. He had nearly been too late and it would have been at great cost to Mahrig. Mahrig still leaned over the table, oblivious to everything that was taking place around her. In her moments of sheer humiliation and fear she had completely shut her mind off to the outside world. Her eyes that had met mine only moments ago had begged me to look away before fading to emotionless pools.

Another array of arrows zipped past mine and Mahrig's position and struck a few more bandits who were now confused and in panicked states. I could feel the binds giving under my new found strength. The glow around my limbs and through my body was growing. The divine power filled me. My restraints gave under the pressure I exerted against them. The snapping sound of the ropes brought Mahrig's attention to my now mobile body. I grabbed her pulling her to the other side of the table. Her skin was cold to the touch, that or my body was building with immense amounts of power that was causing me to overheat. I sat her down, averting my gaze from her now fully exposed body and removed my ripped shirt. Quickly I wrapped the shirt around her trying my best to give her some sort of security so that she might snap out of the emotionless shell she had become. Her balance swayed as I wrapped the shirt under her bound arms and tied the sleeves around her body securing her dignity the best that I could. I made quick work of the gag that the bandit had secured around her head. I pulled the cloth from her mouth causing her to slightly choke. Blood continued to seep from her nose. I looked back to the camp that was now engulfed in multiple green swarms of panicked shouts and muffled screams. I picked Mahrig up and quickly carried her into the darkness. Small little whimpers now escaped her chest, but her eyes were still as empty as I had felt not being able to help her while the bandit had threatened her innocence. This horrible plan of Theo's had gone terribly wrong very quickly. I held Mahrig tightly to my raw chest as I weaved around rocks and did my best to get Mahrig to safety. The pain from my now four fingered hand danced up my arm in jolts. I found the area where we had left Arlow and quickly sat Mahrig up on his saddle. I tied him to a near tree, hoping that this would discourage him from rearing backward incase he became startled. Mahrig slumped against Arlow's neck.

Theo had taken Mahrig's sword with him. The plan had been to incapacitate as many of the bandits as we could before reaching Mahrig to give her the weapon. My anger had only built the further I had journeyed from the camp. I would return there and take care of the heathens. My stride was faster than normal, my strength was returning. I cast multiple restoration spells to stop the bleeding of my missing finger, and heal the raw burned area of my chest. I wanted to be in mint condition when I sent every last bandit that still stood to their demise. I would take special pleasure in ending Ahnvir's miserable life.

Upon approaching the camp I noticed the green glow around the place had dissipated, and Theo was now in melee combat with multiple foes. I specifically searched the area for Ahnvir. He was nowhere to be found. The place where he had fallen after stumbling backward was vacant. A few of the bandits were dead, two lay by the campfire, one was in the fire. I grabbed a sword that had been discarded beside one of the bodies and made my way toward Theo who was spinning in an assault of attacks that were aimed toward his multiple opponents. I grabbed one of the unsuspecting men who had been ready to make a strike toward Theo. I brought the blade to his throat from behind and pulled his head back.

"Where is Ahnvir!" My voice was almost unrecognizable. The echo that my voice seemed to carry startled everyone in the vicinity including Theo, who now looked in my direction with an astonished expression. My Frenzy of God given power must have looked terrifying. The other two bandits that had engaged in combat with Theo began to back away. The trembling man under my blade whimpered.

"He's gone, I don't know where he went." I applied more pressure to the man's neck, causing a thin line of blood to seep down the blade of the sword.

"I'll ask one more time. Where did he go?" The man in my grip answered in a high pitched tone.

"Check the cave." Theo motioned toward a thick area of bushes that was slightly shrouded by low hanging limbs of the nearby trees. The sword in my hand sliced through the man's neck with ease. The other two bandits turned to run, but Theo's quick reflexes stopped them dead in their tracks as he grabbed his bow from his back and sent an arrow in each of their backs. I briskly walked past Theo and made my way toward the cave.

After moving a few branches I could see a dim lit area of the cave. The entrance was lit by two torches. I made my way inside. I could hear echoes of screams through the halls, a few yells and the hard impact of footsteps coming toward me. Ahnvir rounded the corner. He was clad in Dwarven armor that he had no doubt came into possession of by nefarious means. He held two dwarven swords to complete the outfit. His nostrils flared as he caught sight of me.

"I'll kill you!" He yelled as he charged forward. I brought my sword up to block his first attack. The swing of his second blade sliced at the leg of my pants causing only slight discomfort in my overpowered state. The hum of energy that built in my body was almost complete. I would finish this man with the Righteous fury from the God's. Ahnvir continuously swung his blades in a frenzy of anger. His focus was lacking due to his lack of strategy which more than likely had to do with his uncontrolled rage. I kept my focus on blocking his numerous attacks, waiting for the right moment to release the power of the Gods. Ahnvir, in his realization that he could not connect his attacks with me, decided to try and make a blow to my own emotions.

"Tight little friend you have, that Mahrig wench." His words escaped his clenched teeth, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"I wouldn't have been able to fit even if she had been wet." One of his swings slid down my sword slicing my leg. I tried to block out his attempts to anger me further, but his words were tearing at the memories of Mahrig's horror stricken features. I watched as the emotion faded to nothing and Mahrig had become an empty shell.

Mahrig had pleaded with Ahnvir to cease his torture of me. She had even gone to the lengths to agree and give herself to him willingly in hopes that he would stop. No one had ever shown such devotion to me. No one had ever risked something so precious for me. Mahrig, the precious woman who would now be forever scarred by this man's actions. Mahrig truly cared about me. Her words had not been empty promises. The resolve in her eyes was clear. She would have given herself to him in a heartbeat. That was why I had tried so hard to stifle my pain, so that Mahrig wouldn't continue her attempts to make him stop. I was supposed to be the one protecting her.

Ahnvir swung again and I easily ducked below the sword's path. Ahnvir growled and backed up. He sized me up and down.

"Too much woman for you huh? She play hard to get or something? You obviously haven't been in her." I ignored his remarks and took a step forward. I could feel the power in my body begin spreading through the blade I held in my hand.

"Don't worry though, after I kill you, I'll take real good care of her, promise." He mockingly winked in my direction. The hot searing heat I had felt earlier from Ahnvir's exploits of hot metal returned, but this time it was in my hand. The sword burned with pure energy that was ready to be released. I wouldn't even need to make a direct hit to strike him, the Divine's were guiding my hands now. I rushed forward. The threshold of my breaking point had been reached. I felt as if my motions were a blur. The last thing I saw was the terror I had wished to see in Ahnvir's eyes, and it brought me an unimaginable amount of pleasure. My vision of Ahnvir faded to white.