Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-5583506-20140902214158

(Warning! This piece down here may come off as disturbing, offensive and inappropriate for children under the age of 18 (or any age for that matter). Notice that I am not justifying any of the violence written below. If anything, I am somewhat of a crusader against it and mostly write pieces like this in order to get the attention of other people about the seriousness of the subject. I stand as a first-hand witness and let's just leave it at that. :

Myling didn't know what to make of Riamide's statement. The old woman talked to her as if she knew her. And maybe, just maybe, she did only that Myling couldn't remember it.

"No, that's not it", she said to herself. "I know her some time back, ever since she first took me in when I was down on my luck before. Strange that I would remember that, but not what my last name is, or who my parents were, or where I lived, or..." She swallowed. "... or my fiancé's name, or..."

"There she is!" exclaimed a familiar voice behind her.

She spun around only to stand face to face with a fist coming at her. She didn't have the time to react before it smacked against her face. She bit together hard in the same moment to keep herself from screaming out of pain.

"You broke my jaw, bitch! Now it's only fair that I am breakin' yours, lil' birdie!" said the Imperial bandit chief.

She felt something wet pool up in her scarf. ''Blood? ''she speculated.

Then came another punch, knocking her to the ground on her back. The bandit chief fell on her and deliver several more punches to her face until she barely knew what time of the day it was or where she was. Her face and head soon felt both warm and soft at the same time. He was giving her such a hard beating that she soon was so numbed in her face that she couldn't feel the next blow he delivered, or the next one.

"Boss", said one of his fellow bandits, who apparently was a Khajiit, judging by the voice. "This one believes she has had enought. There is no reason to add murder to the list of crimes. Pillaging, thieveng and poaching is enough as it is!"

"Not until this bitch has learned herself a fine fuckin' lesson!" growled the bandit chief and kept hitting her.

"Yeah, San'Sarr is right, boss! Leave her! By Nerevar, she isn't moving anymore!" agreed a Dunmer.

''I can't feel my legs... I can't feel anything...''

But she felt something grab her by the hair and drag her down to the lakeshore. Her eyes were to swollen to see, but besides the constant ringing in her ears she could hear the water rippling. Then her head went cold again. The same feeling she had been having back when Rowan had been saving her.

I wish he was here to save me now, she thought, completely dazed.

"Dammit, boss! Stop!" said the Khajiit sharply. "You are drowning her!"

"I am not", shrugged the Imperial. "I am merely washing this Nord girl's filthy face of all the blood and dirt!"

''No, you are not. You are drowning me. And I won't object.''

"Stop it, Cermorius!" said the Dunmer. "Please! Some patrolling guard might see!"

But the Imperial's grip around her head hardened and somehow it reminded her of what her father had done to her. Somehow it seemed to be so long ago, even though it wasn't long at all since she left home.

''He held me down like this too. Under the water. I had told him about my engagement, and he reacted accordingly. Mother did nothing as usual, in fear that she too would be punished. I can't recall if he ever stopped holding me down, even long after I lost my sight and my consciousness?''

Then everything went black before her eyes and she was still. But the Imperial didn't release his grip...