Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-3293219-20140107094130

Nish barely managed to open his eyes as the healer ran, frantically, back and too.

"I need more health potions!" She demanded, quickly rushing over to check on her patient.

"You've used 'em all up..." A dunmer cannibal pointed out, he sounded unsympathetic to her cause.

"Then go out and buy some more!" She snapped at him, her words almost had as much weight as the breton's, because the dunmer backed out and went to do as he was told. As he left the woman simply sighed over Nish's body, taking comfort in being alone...

Or so she thought...

The healer gasped as she saw that Nish had woken some time ago, she immediately ran her hand over his forehead to check for an infection induced fever. "How are you?" She asked him in a surprisingly maternal, caring manner.

Nish found that talking was like trying to keep afloat, whilst being dragged down. "M-my han-" the breton raised his hand to look at the amputated fingers, he wasn't able to see them as they had been cleaned and dressed.

"I can't reattatch them, you're lucky to have lived through all of this as it is..."

"I can... still feel them." Nish managed to wheeze, steadily lowering his hand to his side and turning to her with tear blinded eyes. "I can still feel my fingers..."

Before she could respond, the door swung open and the breton from earlier stepped in to check on his prisoner. Nish longed to be in some other psychopath's hands, Tyranil might have been an asshole at the best of times but he never maimed his prisoners.

He quickly remembered his list of hosts, Xeran was the most recent but didn't come across as 'the worst.' The worst that could happen to you with him, was being forced to serve his afternoon tea every day for the rest of your life... It sounded like bliss in comparison.

"He lived?" The breton asked, though he barely cared.

"Y-yeah..." The healer muttered in response, stepping away from her patient to avoid any suspiscions that she gave two damns about Nish.

The scarred breton grinned as he walked over to his prisoner and quickly grabbed hold of her, kissing her on the mouth. She seemed protestant at first but she quickly accepted it, Nish looked away in disgust and lay still, eagerly waiting for them to finish.

As the breton finished 'leaving his mark,'  he stepped back and gestured to Nish. Indicating that he wanted to be alone with his prisoner.

"Don't beat him or anyth-"

"What do you think I am? A brute?" The breton smirked.

Yes...

"I'm capable of talking to someone for five minutes without beating on them!"

Or groping them... Nish added in his head, looking around and hoping to escape this mad bastard. The healer left, shutting the door behind her and leaving the two bretons to talk.

"So..." The breton began, talking like they were catching up over coffee or something... "sleep well?"

Screw you!

Nish said nothing and lay still, defiance lost him his fingers last time...

"You aren't very talkative are you?" The scarred breton mocked, pacing around and examining the healer's things. "I'm the same..."

No you're not... you're a psychopath, we are in no way 'the same...' Nish groaned as his own thoughts became a burden.

"You should be thankful for that infection, it spared you... added a few more days to your calendar, before the innevitable happens."

Nish said nothing in response, partly, because he was too weak and partly, because he hated the other breton's guts. "Yep... this has always been marked out for you I'm afraid, everything dies..."

''Hopefully... that includes you...''

The breton grew bored of Nish's lack of conversational skills and rolled his eyes, maybe he'd come back and talk when his prisoner had grown up and when he was more awake...

He slowly stepped towards the door and opened it, allowing the healer back in as he went out again, closing the door behind him. He smiled as he did, for he had, hopefully, planted the seed of doubt.

(Gods! That was torturous to write! Every time I type three lines, the cursor stops, blinks and then moves to the begining of the line. It's like someone takes my keyboard off of me and presses the home button every few seconds.

Oh and I don't know what's up with the formatting and highlighting...)