Chapter 20

Irileth and Anja, Part II

*I do not own Skyrim, but I do own Juheena and Juheena owns Farkas*

Balgruuf whispered, "Follow my lead, I have a plan." I nodded. Irileth looked stricken; I only hoped that she heard him. I nodded at the Jarl.

"They have me! They are going to hold me for ransom! Arrest them now!" I grabbed his arms and unsheathed my dagger.

"Let us through or the Jarl gets it!" Maybe this plan would work. But the guards would follow us even if we did manage to get out of the city. Then I noticed something that put a big notch in our plans. Three snipers with tranquilizer darts pulled taught on their bowstrings. Three. They knew Balgruuf was in on it. Damn.

"Oh, yes. Of course, Jarl Balgruuf." The guard sneered. "Boys! Fire!"

"Oh, Sithis spit."

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When I woke up, our jail cell was spinning. That means there was too much nirnroot in the tranquilizer…what idiot made that potion? Leave it to an imperial to butcher a delicate art such as alchemy. I looked around when the ceiling stopped moving, and saw that Irileth had already woken up. She was running her fingers through Balgruuf's hair and touching his face gently, her eyes intent on his face. She really did love him.

"Okay Irileth. Please tell me that Juheena taught you her mad lockpicking skills?" I asked, making her jump slightly.

"Oh, no child. Nobody could be as gifted as she. Though, she did teach me a thing or two a few years ago…"

"Well…that's a start. How are we going to get out of here?" I asked.

"I have an idea." Said Jarl Balgruuf, blinking his eyes.

"I hope it doesn't turn out like last time." I muttered. Irileth shot me a look and I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Don't worry, it will." He sat up, and looked for a window. He would have to look a lot harder, because there wasn't one.

"Damn. Never mind." He cursed, then laid his head back in Irileth's lap. I sighed.

I knew we had to do something to escape. But without Juheena, that seemed difficult. I scratched at the itchy straw bed I was laying on. The hard wood bench Irileth and Balgruuf were sitting on looked welcoming compared to the old itchy hay.

I tapped my foot.

I paced back and forth.

I drummed on the stone walls.

At last, I couldn't take it.

"We're gonna die in here!" I cried.

"You have been awake for five minutes." Irileth snarked. I picked up a piece of metal and threatened to chunk it at her.

"Anja wait! That is a lockpick!" I looked at it like it was a chunk of solid gold inlaid with gemstones.

"Okay. Our ticket out of this cell. How about the rest of the prison?" I asked. "Any suggestions?"

My inmates were quiet. I sighed and went back to pacing.

An hour later a guard arrived with our dinner. I had been braiding pieces of my bed into little voodoo dolls and pretending I was poking and prodding at Farkas's butt. It was immensely entertaining. Irileth joined me after a while and made an amazing replica of Dragonsreach tower. Naturally I had to make a voodoo Balgruuf to live in it.

"Suppertime." The guard was handsome. A muscly Nord with long blonde hair and blue eyes that seemed to sparkle, even in the dark jail. He smiled at Irileth and seemed to speak directed at her only.

"Here you are. I decided to bring in some extra bread for you, dear. Don't want you losing that body, now do we?" He winked.

Irileth only raised an eyebrow and took the food. Balgruuf shot a murderous look at the guard, who didn't even notice, for he was too busy staring at the Dunmer.

"You brought our food, now don't you have others to feed?" Balgruuf suggested, not at all kindly.

"Nope. I saved this cell for last." That's a little creepy, I thought to myself.

"I overheard you talking about breaking out. I may have your solution." He said.

That got all of our attention.

"What? You would help us escape?" Irileth asked defensively.

"Oh yes. I could have you out of this prison and out of the city in no time."

This was suspicious. "Why?" I asked. "Why would you help us escape? Why not others, or all of us?"

"Because, there is someone here I want." He said, looking pointedly at Irileth.

"No!" Balgruuf roared.

"Come on, just one roll in the hay and you are all free to go." Irileth scowled at the guard as he said this.

"Absolutely not! You will not touch her!" Balgruuf yelled at the Nord, balling his fists.

"Fine." Irileth said.

Balgruuf looked like a kicked puppy. "Irileth…no…"

"It could be worse, Balgruuf." She took his hand. He wrenched his hand away, and sat down on the bench, avoiding her tormented gaze.

"I'll be back, Anja." She came over to hug me and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, I've got a plan. Tell Balgruuf."

And then she left with the Nord, who looked triumphant. I really hoped she did have a plan. Because I was trapped in a metal cell with a very angry, very strong, fuming Nord man.

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I knew my sweet Balgruuf would be angry. Well not so much angry as…. Radiating rage and hatred and betrayal. I had felt so guilty, but I couldn't let the guard find out what I had planned. As soon as I noticed him staring at me I knew what he had wanted. And I knew how to use it to my advantage.

He took me to his quarters and shut the door. I walked over to the bed and slipped off the white apron on my chef's tunic, which I was still wearing. He was watching me. Good. Slowly I moved my hands up to the sleeves, which rested on my shoulders, and pulled them down, revealing my breasts. He was mesmorized. Men, I scoffed to myself.

"You know, I have always found the Dunmer an alluring and mysterious race… now I can finally give in to my secret desires." His eyes were trained on my chest as he walked slowly over to the bed and whispered in my ear.

This man was a lunatic. Everyone has desires, but he seemed….. obsessed. How many other races of women had been imprisoned that he had taken advantage of? I tried not to elaborate on it, for my imagination would take me to nauseating places. Gods knew he could get away with it, with his looks.

He grabbed the dress from my hands and pulled it down further, until it lay at my feet. I was covered in only my leggings. He kneaded my breasts hungrily and kissed my collarbone. For a second, I nearly lost my resolve and forgot all about my plan. Maybe this one was simpler…. And more enjoyable.

But then I thought about how soft and gently my Jarl touched me, with love and adoration. And suddenly it felt all wrong. I didn't want this man.

I flipped him on his back and crawled on top of him. I tied him to his bedpost.

"Kinky…naughty little elf."

"Oh, yes.." I said, walking my fingers up his chest seductively. "Now you are my prisoner…" I distracted him with a sultry kiss as I fished in his knapsack for a dagger. I found one.

I broke the kiss slowly, making sure his eyes stayed on mine. Slowly I raised myself up. I lifted the dagger and plunged into his chest. He started to cry out, but I covered his face with a pillow to muffle the sound, for more guards to seduce would only put us behind.

I crawled off of him and started to put the tunic back on, but saw a set of armor on the shelf. "Now, this is more like it." It was cheap iron, but it served a purpose still.

Grabbing a bow and arrow, and sheathing a sword, I swiftly left the room. I quietly made my way back to our cell, where Balgruuf sat in the same spot.

"I tried to tell him." Anja defended herself.

"Balgruuf, my love." I called to him as I unlocked the cell with the key. "Please, I would never betray you."

His eyes met mine. "I was only gone for 5 minutes!"

He chuckled. "He doesn't even begin to compare with me then."

I smirked and threw him a sword, and threw Anja's dagger to her, which I found lying on the table outside the cell.

"Let's saw through a few guards, shall we?" Anja smirked.

"With pleasure." Balgruuf added in, a bit too quickly.

I had a feeling he wouldn't leave too many standing.