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Mahfaeraak Brii Vahdin

“Hey, Zakaria? Could you help me at all?” Onmund asked, sticking his head out of the dorm. The young female mage turned to look at him.
“What with?” Zakaria asked him. He blushed a little, before replying.
“Well, Tolfdir said I should practice some more alteration magic, but it’s no use without a subject. I saw you helping Brelyna with her spells.” He answered.

Zakaria shuddered slightly, both from the cold and from the memory of the spell. She thought for a moment, before nodding.
“Sure, I’ll help you.” Onmund smiled, a look of relief on his face.
“Great! I’ll meet you in the midden at midnight.”

Zakaria stood, holding her torch up high to give herself a better path. The midden had always creeped her out, and she could never understand why it was here. Walking down, she spotted Onmund waiting for her, a draugr lying dead beside him.

“Hey, Zakaria. This place is perfect, nobody else around and it’s spacious.” He said, his breath frosting over. Zakaria nodded.
“Yeah. But why all the secrecy?” She asked him. He blushed again.
“Now don’t go telling anyone, but these spells… they’re not allowed.” Onmund confessed. Zakaria blinked, weighing the options in her head.

“Okay… So what’ve you got?” She said, carefully. The nord looked up at her, before turning and picking up a book.
“This is the spell I want to test. It’s called Removal.” Onmund said, grinning. Zakaria stepped closer, looking at the book.
“What does it do?” She inquired.
“It removes things. Like, forever.” He said. Zakaria took a step back.
“F-forever?” She said, nervously.
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t affect things with black souls.”

Zakaria nodded, slowly. “Alright, so how do we do this?” She asked.
“Well, stand over on that circle, and I’ll cast the spell at you.” Onmund said, motioning towards a circle drawn in charcoal across the room. Zakaria stepped over to it, and jumped into it. Onmund read quickly through the book, then stood, a green light in his hands. “Ready?” He asked.
“Ready.”

There was a flash of green light, and suddenly Zakaria found herself somewhere else. She was warm, and felt comfortable. She could feel a strange, liquid-like sensation around her, like she was swimming. She lay, basking in the comfort of this strange place.

And somewhere from inside her, came a voice. It was smooth and deep, and felt like it was all around her.
“It feels so good to relax… doesn’t it?” It said. Zakaria sighed in pleasure, nodding. “So good to just let go… no need to think…” The voice continued. She nodded again, licking her lips slightly.

“Let others do your thinking…” The voice commanded. Zakaria answered.
“Let others…”
“Let Onmund do your thinking…”
“Let Onmund…”
“Let Master be your thoughts…”
“Master is my thoughts…”
“Obedience is good, obedience is comfort…” The voice finished. Zakaria repeated it, before she felt a tugging sensation at her abdomen. Suddenly, she found herself back in the midden.

“Hello, Zakaria.” Onmund said, his eyes bright with wickedness. Zakaria simply stared, not noticing her lack of clothing or the fact she was chained to the wall.
“Let’s have some fun.”

Description
Mahfaeraak Brii Vahdin

“Hey, Zakaria? Could you help me at all?” Onmund asked, sticking his head out of the dorm. The young female mage turned to look at him.
“What with?” Zakaria asked him. He blushed a little, before replying.
“Well, Tolfdir said I should practice some more alteration magic, but it’s no use without a subject. I saw you helping Brelyna with her spells.” He answered.

Zakaria shuddered slightly, both from the cold and from the memory of the spell. She thought for a moment, before nodding.
“Sure, I’ll help you.” Onmund smiled, a look of relief on his face.
“Great! I’ll meet you in the midden at midnight.”

Zakaria stood, holding her torch up high to give herself a better path. The midden had always creeped her out, and she could never understand why it was here. Walking down, she spotted Onmund waiting for her, a draugr lying dead beside him.

“Hey, Zakaria. This place is perfect, nobody else around and it’s spacious.” He said, his breath frosting over. Zakaria nodded.
“Yeah. But why all the secrecy?” She asked him. He blushed again.
“Now don’t go telling anyone, but these spells… they’re not allowed.” Onmund confessed. Zakaria blinked, weighing the options in her head.

“Okay… So what’ve you got?” She said, carefully. The nord looked up at her, before turning and picking up a book.
“This is the spell I want to test. It’s called Removal.” Onmund said, grinning. Zakaria stepped closer, looking at the book.
“What does it do?” She inquired.
“It removes things. Like, forever.” He said. Zakaria took a step back.
“F-forever?” She said, nervously.
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t affect things with black souls.”

Zakaria nodded, slowly. “Alright, so how do we do this?” She asked.
“Well, stand over on that circle, and I’ll cast the spell at you.” Onmund said, motioning towards a circle drawn in charcoal across the room. Zakaria stepped over to it, and jumped into it. Onmund read quickly through the book, then stood, a green light in his hands. “Ready?” He asked.
“Ready.”

There was a flash of green light, and suddenly Zakaria found herself somewhere else. She was warm, and felt comfortable. She could feel a strange, liquid-like sensation around her, like she was swimming. She lay, basking in the comfort of this strange place.

And somewhere from inside her, came a voice. It was smooth and deep, and felt like it was all around her.
“It feels so good to relax… doesn’t it?” It said. Zakaria sighed in pleasure, nodding. “So good to just let go… no need to think…” The voice continued. She nodded again, licking her lips slightly.

“Let others do your thinking…” The voice commanded. Zakaria answered.
“Let others…”
“Let Onmund do your thinking…”
“Let Onmund…”
“Let Master be your thoughts…”
“Master is my thoughts…”
“Obedience is good, obedience is comfort…” The voice finished. Zakaria repeated it, before she felt a tugging sensation at her abdomen. Suddenly, she found herself back in the midden.

“Hello, Zakaria.” Onmund said, his eyes bright with wickedness. Zakaria simply stared, not noticing her lack of clothing or the fact she was chained to the wall.
“Let’s have some fun.”