No more, he could not take any more from her. As much as it pained him to admit she had bested him in combat. He fell to his knees and looked up at the girl as she walked closer to him, her long black hair falling down her chest when her dark blue eyes looked at him with sympathy. That wasn't right, not at all, you do not give your enemy that look. His brow raised from behind the mask while he clutched the deep wound on his shoulder that she had delivered to him just moments before. She sheathed the large blade into the belt around her waist, kicking away his weapons before kneeling down in front of him. She slowly pulled his hand away from the wound, carefully lifting the shoulder padding to see if she had torn the the fabric of his robe. She apologized profusely while staring at the dark eyes behind the mask that were in complete shock of what was unfolding in front of him. She pulled the heavy dragon plate gloves from her hands and carefully worked them under the armor on his shoulder, flowing the warm healing magic over the gash. "Something is about to happen, okay? I won't let you die, I promise but you just have to trust me and do not give up. I have not prepared this much and put so much work into this for you to die before the end." The Nord pulled her hands from the armor and carefully helped the First Dragonborn to his feet. "He's going to hurt you, he knows that you've been planning to turn on him, Miraak, but you have to hold on. You will be free of this monster and then we will deal with you accordingly."

"Enough."

Her head jerked towards the large tentacles that poured from the small circle of dark green water next to him, Miraak kept his eyes on the girl not seeing the slick objects the grabbed him by his waist causing the girl to reach out for his hands. Her eyes filled with concern as his fingers were torn from hers, she turned and walked towards the center where her fellow Dragonborn quickly appeared. One large slick tentacle of the Daedric Lord tore into his body causing him to scream out as she quickly turned her head. He turned his head to the side to look towards the girl who slowly turned her eyes to his, she mouthed for him to not let go before he groaned and slowly turned to see the object torn through the front of his abdomen. Gripping the slick monster in his hands as he tried to hold onto the realm around him, his vision quickly escaping him as the voices muffled and faded.

Avari pulled the heavy body onto the flat surface, kneeling down and pulling his head into her lap as the spell surrounded her. It wasn't long before she was in the middle of the collage's hall. The choking man still in her lap, she quickly tore the heavy golden mask from his face as blood sprayed from his mouth with each cough. The healers quickly raced towards them, beginning the task of pulling the ancient robes from the body. She pushed his head to the side in fear that he would drowned on his own blood. She watched as the healers joined their spells together, pulling the skin and organs back into one again leaving behind a very red and large slash upwards on his stomach. His eyes quickly flew open, the vampire Serena grabbing one of his wrists and pinning it to the floor as he reached towards the girl while a fellow Companion Farkas grabbed the other copying the vampires moves. She shushed the man in her lap, looking into the dark eyes that were locked on her own. Running fingers through the short black hair in her lap she called to her fellow mages to grab the large thick metal bracelets that would soon adorn his wrists. The two fellows who held his hands quickly fastened them in place while she quickly took a strap of cloth and wrapped it around his mouth and tied it tightly to stop him from forming a proper shout. She carefully slipped her legs out from under his head when his eyes fluttered closed again. "Strip him down to nothing but some leggings and bind him to the cell in the Midden." With that she walked away to her quarters at the top of the tower.

Avari walked through the halls of the midden towards her prisoners cell. A book held open in her hand, reading over the words as she took a bite of the apple. She slowly glanced up from the ancient book as she stopped in front of the metal bars, seeing Miraak looking back at her. She carefully placed the book down on the small wooden table next to a chair, along with her half eaten apple, picking up a potion in place of the book. She pulled the key to the door from her belt and placed it into the lock, waiting until she herd it click before slowly pushing it open. The man stirred in front of her, pulling at his chains causing the loud clanking through stone walls. "You're going to hurt yourself." Carefully walking to him and crouching before him. She positioned herself on her knees between his legs, setting the potion down on the other side of one of his legs before looking back up at the cold dark eyes that were glaring at her. She reached for the fabric that was wedged inside his mouth, her brow furrowed and she quickly pulled her hands away causing his eyebrows to raise. She pulled the dagger from the band around the waist of her dress and showed it to him. "You shout, at all, and I will cut your tongue from your mouth and you will be a Dragonborn no more." She stared into his eyes for a few minutes before setting the dagger aside and leaning forward, her long black hair touching his face while she reached towards the back of his head to undo the knot. Softly the wrapping was pulled from his mouth causing him to gag from the dryness it had left behind. She plucked the potion from the floor and pulled the cork with her teeth until it was discarded, spitting it to the side before putting it to his mouth. "Drink." She commanded when his mouth clamped shut. "Look, you either drink and get rid of that pain that I can imagine is ripping through you or I can leave with it and you can sit here and suffer, that is your choice." His mouth quickly opened causing her to smile as she tipped the glass to pour the contents. He coughed when it was empty and pulled away from his lips, she set it aside and ran the sleeve across his mouth to wipe away what had spilled from the corners of his lips.

"What are you doing?" He choked out with his accent as heavy as she has ever heard it.

"I'm helping you." Her reply was short, her back bent as she tried to get a closer look at his wound. Her fingers grazing over it gently. "Worse than the dragons I would imagine." She smiled looking up at him. "The healers aren't gods but they have done what they can and you will live."

"And Mora?"

She sighed and shook her head. "Over my travels I have had my fair share of encounters with the Daedric." She sat back and looked up at the man. "I understand that we come from two very different times but I find you to be completely idiotic to ever attempt to strike a deal with a Lord that puts your life in danger. My deal with him was much different than yours."

"What deal?" He could not even fathom what deal she must have made to earn his release, he knew he would never be allowed to leave willingly.

"You'll find out in time." She ran her hand through her hair nervously. "Just thank the divines that you're safe now."

He raised his eyebrow at her answer.

"I apologize." She shook her head. "I forget how long ago it has been for you." She pushed herself to her feet, picking the vial and dagger from the floor. He watched as she disappeared from view, returning a moment later with a bowl of steaming water. Kneeling down she took the place she had held before, dipping her hands from the bowl and pulling out the rag. "Your jailer?" She looked to his face as the water poured out of the rag. "The other Dragon Priest?" She carefully put the rag to his face. "He is also gone, though I doubt that he had any clue what exactly was happening. You Dragon Priest don't really seem so understand your surroundings." Gently the rag ran over his skin pulling the dirt and dried blood to reveal the tanned skin underneath. "Well dead ones anyways." Again the rag was dipped into the bowl. "So you are the first of our kind?"

"Yes and the strongest of you all."

She chuckled. "Well I don't know if you can hold that title anymore." Again she wiped his face. "Seeing as I now have you here, you aren't as strong as you thought. Skilled, yes very much so you put up quite the fight, Miraak."

"Why would you not allow him..."

"To kill you?" She turned back to the bowl, all the while the ancient Nord watching her. "You know he actually offered me your soul?" Back to his face, the dark eyes staring at her. "There was something you said while attaining one of my souls." She glared at him before smiling with a small laugh. "You asked me my opinion on if I thought it hurt to have one's soul torn from their body." She stopped and lowered the rag, looking into his eyes. "You have a heart in there somewhere and I have yet to find out if you have been hardened by your dragon masters, or if you really are just cruel." She looked away to continue wiping the dried blood from the rough hair that peppered his jaw. "You rose against the dragons in your time which was seen as a treacherous endeavor. I am doing the same now, but, I am looked at as a hero. Your fellows were blinded by their loyalty that they did not see what was laid out in front of them. While I believe you were doing it for the wrong reasons, I cannot judge you while I am doing the same thing. Minus the wanting to rule over man." She glanced up at his eyes that still watched her.

…..

She cleared her throat through the silence, continuing her work.

….

"How are feeling?" The rag moved from his face to his shoulder wound that she herself had inflicted. "Are you in pain?"

His shoulders screamed in agony, his abdomen felt like it was on fire and his wrists were extremely sore from the tugging he had done on his bindings before he had heard her footsteps on the stone. "No."

She rolled her eyes with a chuckle and shake of her head. "I have more potions on their way, stronger. Hopefully we can dull this pain I know you are feeling. And if you behave we will move you to a bed of your own once the containment spell is finished." Finished with her task she set the rag aside and studied the man's face. He had to be young, at least close to her age if not a few years older than herself. No wrinkles covered his face and his hair was still full and thick. A few scars littered here or there on his face that she noticed now that she studied it.

"Where is my armor?" He asked, feeling more than empty with out his masked. Few had seen him without it and he didn't feel like himself in front of this girl without being hidden.

"It is in my quarters, I patched it up and cleaned what I could off of it. You won't be getting back any time soon." She stood up again, bending down to pick the bowl of now dirty water from the floor. "I'll return for you when the barrier has been finished." She stuck her foot through the bar pulling the heavy door with her as she stepped out. "Remember, you shout and I will cut your tongue from your mouth." The key caused the lock click before she pulled it and placed it back into the satchel on her dress. "Goodnight." She smiled before walking away.

He heard here before he saw her, it had been a few days since her last visit and his frightened keepers had only stuck around long enough to shove food down his throat and force him to drink a few potions before they vanished until the next day. She was arguing with another person about this barrier that he had overheard everyone talking about in the past days.

"Then I will just stay here. There is nothing left for me, most of the threats have been subdued and it is far too hard to be away for too long." She stopped in front of the iron bared door and looked down at the priest who was still chained to the wall.

"I would prefer you to stay in the hall at the very least." An elder man argued with her while the girl tugged at the dragon scale gloves.

"Non sense." She groaned, setting them down onto the floor before removing her helm. Her eyes looked drained with exhaustion, small red welts had formed on the bottom lid of them and they were extremely blood shot as well as dark circles that made it look as if she had lost a fight in a tavern. "Send them down with as much hay as you can muster and all the furs from my room." She turned to the straps of her chest piece. "A longer chain for him also." She glanced over at the man's wrists and down his arms. Blood had dried down the length of his forearm to his elbow, he had been pulling on his restraints too much. Turning back to the armor she carefully pulled it away and released it into the elder's care and began on the lower half quickly removing it with boots included.

"You need your rest." The older man argued as he piled the armor the best he could in his arms.

"The quicker you retrieve what I ask the sooner I can." She barked before sighing and shaking her head, her fingers quickly going to the bridge of her nose and massaging the hard mass. "Forgive me, Tolfdir."

"We just worry." The mage breathed before turning on his heel and returning the way they had came.

She dropped her hand and looked up at the man as he walked away with pain in her eyes. She sighed and unlocked the door, stepping in and quickly pushing it closed behind her. "I hope they've been treating you well." She all but whispered as she approached her fellow Dragonborn. "I imagine your shoulders are rather sore?" She watched his face as she took the same spot she had the first time she had come to see him, kneeling down between his legs she quickly stretched her arms forward and unlocked the chain from the wall. Grabbing his arms as they began to fall, all feeling he had once had in them gone. She eased them down in front of her, taking the chain between her hands. She gave him a sort of calm, something he had never experienced in his life, as badly as he wanted to shout her to piece or choke her with the chain she held he could not will himself to do so. All he could do was watch as the young girl slide onto her back side, sitting down onto the chain, and bringing her legs to rest on either side of him. He looked down to her thigh that rest upon his own before looking up at the tired blue eyes. She brought her hands to his arms, slowly running them up and down very sore appendages before beginning to knead the muscles with her fingers. His breath hissed between clenched teeth as his eyes closed tightly. "I know." She whispered. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect for the Jarl to keep me away for so long, had I known I would have unchained you before I left. Try to relax as best you can." Her hands moved to his shoulders, massaging the sore muscle before moving to his neck and to his shoulder blades. She continued moving her hands all over the sore muscles until a small group of mages arrived, gasps of shock echoed around the stone walls when they saw how close and intimate she was with the man. Her head quickly whipped around, glaring at her pupils, her hands ceasing from their work causing the man's eyes to open. "The chain." She ordered holding out her hand. The woman with the long heavy steel chain in her hand hurried forward, pushing the bars open and stretching it out to the Nord. She roughly yanked it from her hands and pulled Miraak's hands up as she lifted off the ground to allow the chain to follow. She placed his bonded hands onto her thigh, letting them rest there while she wrapped the chain around his waist. Locking in place with a key she leaned backwards never removing her legs from his and pushed it through an iron loop on the floor where the girl who handed over his new chain quickly locked it in place before giving it a hard tug to make sure it was secure. The others had dropped the hay and furs on the ground while this had taken place, choosing to stand against the brick wall away from the cage. "Leave!" She practically growled at the small group who quickly shut the bars again and hurried on their way.

She continued to rub his arms for awhile before climbing to her feet. "I'm going to give you something that is going to bring back who you were."

So that's what this is, she had done something to him. Something that forced him to be so submissive, this is why he had not felt the need to fight against the scrawny mages who would force him into eating. The calm he had felt since he arrived here was because of her, some spell or maybe a shout he did not know about? Impossible, he was far more powerful than her and he had never heard of such a spell that lasted this long. He followed her and pushed himself to his feet, slowly walking behind her to where she was bent over digging through her pack. He leaned to the side to see her pulling out a large vial, wonderful, another potion.

She turned around and quickly unlocked the cuffs around his wrists causing them to fall to floor, she held the vial out to him. "No more tricks." She breathed, looking up into the dark eyes and forcing a smile.

He took it from her hands and turned the mixture back and forth causing the fluid inside to rush in the action. She stepped out of the bars and began pulling in the barrels of hay she would use to make their beds. His fingers wrapped around the cork and roughly pulled, a pop noise echoing in the small area as it came free. Hesitantly the bottle came to his lips, looking up at the girl who was oblivious to him before tipping his head back and downing the contents. A scream tore from his mouth without warning as each muscle in his body tensed so tightly that it felt like he was about to tear out of his skin, a pain like nothing he had felt before. Being impaled by Mora was nothing compared to this new sensation that threatened his very being. Hands, hands were upon his face. Cold and small. He forced his eyes open to see the girl whose color had returned to her eyes, her face no longer looking as if she hadn't slept in days upon days. Her brow was pushed together with worry, her mouth moving but he couldn't understand what she was saying not with this pain tearing at his very soul. He quickly forced his hands to her hips trying to ground himself the best he could. Pain tore through her face but her eyes never left his, fingers digging into the soft flesh surely leaving heavy bruising. Still her hands and eyes remained on his face, the pain starting to subside he was finally able to focus and the stunning blue that was staring at him. The falling and rising of his chest was rapid and he could see where his breath was blowing the strands of her raven hair back away from her face before pulling it back towards him. "What did you do?!" He growled out. "What did you do to me?!" His hand let her waist and wrapped around her neck while the other grabbed her hair until it filled his fist. He slammed her against the wall with enough force to knock the breath from her chest.

Avari's hands immediately wrapped around his wrist as he pulled her up the wall. She clawed at them with her fingers trying to free herself from his grip only causing him to tighten the hands. She gasped for air but nothing came, his grip was too tight and she could not fight against it. It was enough, she had tried to calm him down when the potion began to pull the little taint Mora and put him in to keep him submissive to her but this was too much. The anger in her chest began to build and her brow furrowed as she brought her elbow up to his face hitting him straight in his nose. Again and again she used all the strength she could muster to hit him in the face causing blood to pour down his lips and drip from his chin. After over a dozen hits it had been enough and he staggered back, releasing the girl and falling backwards to his knees. She coughed and wrapped a hand over her throat before stomping towards the fallen man, her foot landing against his chest and pushing him onto his back with force. His head hit the stone with a crack, a moment later the small Nords foot was on his throat pinning his head down. Blood still pouring from his nose, down his cheek making a small puddle on the stone and seeping into his hair.

His head was spinning and she quickly realized the pain she caused him. Removing her foot and grabbing him by the shoulders she pulled him from the floor and drug him until he rested against the wall. "You deserved that." She forced out, her hand still grasping her throat that surged with pain. She pulled her tunic up over her head and pushed against his nose. "Hold it." She ordered, waiting until his hand replaced hers to turn around and finishing making their sleeping areas.