Like a Dog Kicked (Gaelle/Sier RP)
The mer’s heart skipped a beat when he noticed her moving about. He quickly guttered out the healing spell and dug around for some rope, ignoring how painfully his head still throbbed with each movement. All he needed was enough to bind her arms, perhaps legs as well…
A clinking noise heralded the discovery of shackles.
Sier stared at them, wide eyed, frozen and needing several seconds before he could so much as breathe. The damnable iron rings lay in a mostly-empty crate, rusted and seemingly forgotten; a relic of a time when Markarth still had a jail to speak of.
The young mer blanched at the thought of touching them, but Gaelle’s wheezed message reached his ears, and knew he had no choice. Shuddering at the contact even through gloves, Sier plucked them from the crate and hurried over, trying to ignore the crushing pressure on his chest as he found Gaelle’s wrist and snapped the shackles into place.
He scrambled back, either gasping for air or about to heave. Everything was too close… he couldn’t breathe… his head throbbed with the rapid pace of his heart, threatening to send him into Oblivion again.
The cold, heavy touch of iron upon her wrists was unmistakable, and Gaelle was able to focus her vision long enough to see that her hands had been bound. Had she been able to focus, to think properly, she’d have already been devising ways to free herself from them. She had lock-picks hidden in her clothes, in her pack- even in her hair. But even if she’d thought of them, she could barely lift her bound arms an inch above the floor, much less reach for any of them.
What is going to happen to me now…..?
She couldn’t vocalize it, but it was the only question at the front of the woman’s mind at that moment. Sieralon could open the door, somehow. He could carry her out of this room, and like so much cargo he would take her wherever he pleased. Prison, if they had one here in Markarth. Or even to Solitude. And in her state she’d not be able to do anything to stop him.
"Wh-….what are……." she managed to croak hoarsely, craning her neck to at least gaze in the mer’s direction, even if it was still too dark and too blurry to see him. "Going to do…… with me…….."