The Descent

Chapter 2, Orders Please

"M... Master..." she said, watching him from the floor. She stil had trouble catching her breath just now, watching him wash. He turned his face towards her. Some might find him handsome, but she found him to be cruel and sharp with dark brown hair gathered into a short braid at the base of his head. He was clean shaven, and she couldn't recall ever seeing him with much more than a five hour shadow. She found a surreal sensation in her chest watching him. A mixture of desire and hatred bubbled within her.



"Yes dove?" he said, the harshness gone from his voice again. He switched back and forth so easily between cruel and kind. 

"May I use my ewer?"

"No, you can go bathe in the lake like a wild animal. You stink like one, all blood and musk." he responded. He walked over to his robes on the floor and picked them up with a small shake to dislodge a little dust. "Your manservant should be whipped for leaving dust on the floor of the Dovakhiin."

"Did you do something to Varen?"

"Varen, hmm? No, he's just not here. When you see him, you will give him the strictest instruction not to interfere in our personal business. And he's to clean this room much more thoroughly."

"What business do we have beyond... what was it you traveled so far for? There's plenty of women in Cyrodiil."

"Yes dove, but few as exquisite as you. And when the stories of the dragonborn reached my ears, and I heard your description, how could I not retrieve my pet? Why, I feel like a child who's puppy has returned!" His voice was too glib, and it made it insincere. "Besides, you're immensely useful to me now, beyond the use of your flesh."



She sat up, he must have stopped willing how she positioned herself. Mona looked him in his dark brown eyes. They were flecked with gold and reminded her of a bird of prey over that hooked nose. "Will you just tell me what you want me to do?"

"I want you to obey, of course. I require you to get something for me. As you may recall, the Synod restricts certain schools of magic. However, in these barbarous lands, a man can get away with a lot more interesting fields of study that just casting fire and healing wounds. I'm going to need some things, and you're going to obtain them by whatever means neccesarily. When you succeed," he said, and stepping closer he reached out and touched her clitoris, slipping his middle finger into her still dripping slit. Mona drew in her breath, leaning her hips forward a little into his hand, "you'll be rewarded like a good little dove. If you fail, well... you know what will happen." he withdrew his hand from her and Mona let out her breath.



"First, you'll need to get in good with the college at Winterhold. Be... nice... to the members there. If you can't talk your way into getting what you need, use other means. Any means. I command this." he said, the words piercing into her body as the collar absorbed the orders. "There's a sorceror named Enthir. I want you to get onto his good side. His very good side. Then I will be in touch with you again."



Mona nodded, and he waved her away in dismissal. She turned and left, walking down the stairs on slightly shaky legs intent for the lake. As she reached the landing, the front door opened and Varen entered with a bundle under one arm which he promptly dropped on sight of her. Mona quickly brought a finger to her lips and motioned to outside, and he followed with a look of concern and confusion on his face.