Amacra wiped the tears from her face she wasn't one to cry but the interrogation she indured and the aftermath of Helgen was getting to her she'd never been forced outside of her comfort zone. She'd never been forced to do anything, she was an only child, and prime example of why parents shouldn't spoil their kids rotten.
Her journey to Cyrodiil began west, she walked as fast as she could and tried to look as menacing as possible. Amacra needed no warning of the dangers a lone woman, armored or not, could get herself into. If she had any more money she'd by a horse but the Gods loved the suffering of Men and so she was forced to walk.
Along her journey Amacra encountered countless wolves and other sorts of creatures but no real dangers thankfully.
Helgen weighed heavily on her mind throughout the journey, should she stop being selfish for five seconds and warn the Jarl of Whiterun about the dragon?
She knew the answer but she wanted out of Skyrim before anything else happened. Call it intuition but whenever she thought about delivering the message she would a get terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach warning her that if she did she would be trapped and would never be allowed to leave Skyrim.
If being a skooma dealer taught her anything it was to trust her instincts no matter what.
"Hey there! You got to pay the toll!", a bandit shouted at her.
Was he alone or were there more waiting to attack her?
"What toll?", Amacra looked around the area.
"To walk on my road of course, now pay up, or do you want to start a problem?", he put his hands in his sword.
Her killing in need had ended hours ago but she couldn't let this man take what little she had.
Money was critical to her leaving Skyrim, she needed it!
She placed her hands on swords as well, what could his fur armor protect anyways? She was covered from head to toe and figured she had more of a chance at winning. Unless of course he was a master swordsman then she would die and all her problems would Be solved.
"Do you have time for this? I'd be to much of hassle. Let's go our separate ways, yeah?", Amacra bluffed her ass off.
"Screw that! I've got plenty of time to hassle with any woman on the road by herself, now give me the coin or do you wanna fight for it", he smirked as he unsheathed his sword and took a few steps closer.
His comment struck a nerve, any woman alone on the road? Was he a rapist? Air crept up her throat but she had no words she just wanted to shout at him.
Amacra pulled out her swords and stepped back a few steps.
"Only way your getting this coin purse is over my dead body ", she stood her ground.
"Oh I won't be killing you before I've had my pleasures first and the gold of course", he ran towards her after his threat.
She wasn't as trained in the art of fighting as much as she should've been considering her profession but she knew enough to know when an opening was staring her in the face. The bandit lifted his arm all the way up to strike her but he never got the chance as she plunged her sword in his lower abdomen. Once she pulled out her sword from his guts he immediately fell to the ground but she wouldn't let him die just yet. Amacra knelt down and began healing the man up to the point he wasn't going to bleed to death.
"Why?", he held his hands to his stomach and looked at her.
"I won't be killing you until after I've had MY pleasures and of course your coin", she smirked and hit him with the hilt of her sword.
Being a drug dealer Amacra was no stranger to torture perhaps her, "interrogation", from the Thalmor was karma but she'd repay the favor once she was back at home with the vast amount of resources at her disposal.
It was hard but Amacra had her bandit gagged, tied, and staked to the ground not far from the road he had tried to steal from her on. It was dark by now and the only light source was a single torch she'd held in her hand.
It had been a long time since Amacra had to do the dirty work herself.
She began her assault by pacing around him as he screamed and cried in his gag.
"You like to steal, rape and kill, huh? Well I love the sounds of people screaming too but it gives me a different sort of pleasure I suppose. Now shall we begin?", Amacra placed the torch between the crack of a large rock.
She began by cutting off his clothes with her dagger violently she even cut him a few times while doing it. When she was finished she began carving words of description into his skin.
He began to scream immediately, he tried with all his strength to get loose of his bindings but Amacra was no amateur, he would not be getting free unless it pleased her.
"Move again and I'll kill cut deeper", she placed her palm on his chest before proceeding.
He still screamed but his squirming ceased all together.
When she was satisfied with her work on his chest she moved lower.
"I suppose I shouldn't let you keeps this after all the things I'm sure you've done.", Amacra kicked him in the groin.
At this point his screaming could probably be heard on the road if anyone was around. Amacra walked over to him and pulled the gag from his mouth.
"I'm sorry! Please don't do this! Fuck! You've done enough I swear I won't do it again!", the bandit cried after his plea.
"Sorry? I'm sure your sorry doesn't mean anything to the poor people you've encountered. As if I could trust your beaten apology!Killing isn't something I usually indulge so I won't I kill you bandit I'll let the wolves and lions have that job.", she put the gag back over his mouth.
Her cut to his groins was anything but clean. Her dagger was dull and rusted if he didn't die from the blood loss while she was hacking away at him he would surely die from a disease. She healed him as soon she finished her work and she was actually quite proud of herself.
Until this point she had no control over what was happening in her life. She reveled in this moment and took a deep breath and a long thought. How could she let things get out of control?
It wasn't like her!
Amacra was smart, clever, and confident.
She had been imprisoned, wrongly accused of helping Ulfrin Stormcloak try to escape, and nearly executed but she had to regain control her life!
Funny how torturing a man could give her perspective.
What was she thinking walking to Cyrodiil with little to no money? She had plenty of clients in Skyrim who'd buy now and await shipment once she arrived back home or any other alternatives but she wasn't going to struggle. Amacra had never struggled for anything until her imprisonment. She was done being weak! Her parents would be so ashamed if they could see her right now. She was not going back home crying.
After her thinking she grabbed what little she had and some of his as well.
"If you survive this somehow I hope you've learned your lesson", were her last words to him.
With her thoughts she realized she was no longer a prisoner to the Thalmor and Legion,she had been unbound, she was free.
She had to remain strong as she always been before coming here.
She couldn't let anything else get out of control.
She had to get to her skooma clients as soon as possible.
Amacra walked towards the road and began her journey to Whiterun.