As the Dragonborn walked away from the traitor, Gulum-Ei fell to his knees, praising the Nine for sparing him. Making his way out of the East Empire Company Warehouse and taking the road back up to Solitude, he began to wonder how it was he was capable of getting off so easy. For being a traitor of the Thieves Guild, he was certain that their would be a higher cost to his traitorous business. Gulum-Ei made his way to the Winking Skeever, but noticed a cloaked man standing by the door. As the Argonian walked past, the stranger turned. "The Dragonborn may have spared you, but as you know, the Guild won't stand for traitors."

Gulum-Ei stood still, holding the door handle, un-moving. Frozen, he wondered what would happen. He began to turn to the stranger, but heard the shriek of the air being torn, before being hit square on the side of his head---

---Slowly the Argonian began to open his eyes, only able to see blurry images, and a bright light near the impact. His head hurt... but he could feel the pain slowly going away. He was being healed, he could remember the sound, must have been hit hard. Gulum-Ei tried to gather his thoughts, wondering why a member of the Thieves Guild would try to keep him alive, rather than contract the Dark Brotherhood to kill him for his work. Trying to move, he felt his arms stuck in a swing, unable to move very far. He tried to move his legs, only able to bend his knees. He was trapped, slowly as his consciousness returned to him, he began to panic.

"Wh...What is going on? Where am I?" He questioned the man healing him. The cloaked man said nothing, completing his spell and moving behind the Argonian. He grabbed a chain, and pulled down, raising the scaled humanoid a ways. Sitting up a bit, Gulum-Ei could recognize where he was, it was a special room in the Ratway created by the Thieves Guild to torture spys and traitors. He it was, he knew he wouldn't just be left to live without the Guild coming for him.

The cloaked figure walked around to the end of the table where Gulum-Ei was shackled, looking back at the Argonian. The figure removed his hood, to reveal the face of the Guild's most famous torturer. "Crassus? Let me out of here! I let the Dragonborn know of Karliah! There is nothing more I can say!". The rat gave a devilish smile, tilting his head a bit before responding. "The information has been given, but the punishment was not given. You will not be killed, in fact, you will remain a member of this guild whether you like it or not, and will continue to fence for us." Gulum-Ei was puzzled, wondering why he was here if they wanted him to stay with the Guild. But then he felt a breeze make its way through the Ratway, feeling cold against his... His shirt was gone! He could feel the air against his chest. He knew now, exactly what he was in for.

Crassus took hold of the Argonian's boots, pulling them off in a simple motion. A cold air ran up the reptile's soles, then between his toes, revealing his particularly soft feet to the rat. Dropping his shoes to the floor, Crassus knelt down to nuzzle the exposed soles, the softness of the Argonian's feet becoming extremely apparent. Running his noes up to the clawed toes, taking in the freshly exposed musk. "Mmm... delicious...~", Crassus murred, before moving his fingers under the toes of the helpless prisoner.

"This is for betraying the Guild, Gulum-Ei."

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I wanted to write a bit of a story for once, cause I never really do. I'm not sure if it's good, but I wanted to leave the end open so imagination could take over. I also like to picture his feet would smell nice, but I wanted to leave that open to interpretation as well so people can get their own thrill off it? lol

Anyway this is a Monochrome for  hioty , and it was my first time drawing an Argonian!

Crassus ©  hioty
Gulum-Ei © Bethesda
Art ©  kampferwolf