Thread: The Fall of the Elves - Sebastian & Thy Beloved

She stood in the middle of the room clad in a defensive posture. She didn't know what to expect, but it was the best opportunity she had found so far to get her hands on something to bring home and she wasn't going to let it go so easily. All the documents and the people working at their desks were reassuring. It made her feel like this was official, according to the law. Maybe they would let her plead her case. They were brutes, but they too had mothers and sisters they cared about. Her hopes vanished once he spoke to her. Harsh cruel words of indifference. She realized that she had make a huge mistake coming here, but it was too late to turn back now. Her stomach twisted and turned. She didn't know what to do so she simply did as she was told. Her long ears felt like they were on fire as she replied Yes sir and marched toward the bedroom and into the bathroom like a prisoner to the gallows. The people around her barely seemed to register her presence, but she could swear she heard two voices whisper to each other the knife-ears is going to get a good pounding tonight - she sure is!. She hurried her pace, keeping her eyes to the floor to avoid any sneering gaze, and closed herself in the bathroom. The clenching anxiety did not leave her body just because she was now alone. The knowledge that her time was running out kept her on her toes. Confused and dumbfounded, she concentrated on cleaning herself. At least she had something to do and this kept her from thinking too much on what was about to happen. After cleaning and shaving as instructed she busied herself with choosing something to wear. It took her a while, but in the end she settled for the less indecent dress she could find. The underwear was even more of a problem. What he had collected couldn't be counted as underwear. They looked more like strings to her. Did female humans really wear these things? Did they have no self-respect? For all her objections she was too afraid of incurring in his ires so she reluctantly wore one. The string chafed uncomfortably between her buttocks, but she endured it stoically. And so she waited, like a sheep waiting for her butcher. It seemed forever, time slowing by at the rhythm of her pulsing fears. When he finally entered the room she was almost glad that the wait was over. Finally she'll know her destiny, whatever it might be. Her fantasies had prepared her for the worst ... and they weren't far off. He spoke to her using rude words that no elven commander would say, not even to his lowlies prisoner. But she was standing in the middle of the room while wearing a skimpy and uncomfortable dress so she tolerated the indignity. At this point the only thing that matter to her was what he was going to do to her and how long will it last. So it came as a surprise when he declared that he wasn't really interested in her. The villain had the guts to ask her to prove her worthy to him. She just couldn't believe it. It was a test and, she knew it, she was going to fail. Terror gripped her heart. Was she going to lie? To say that she was an expert lover when in all her life she only ever made love with her husband? Was she going to claim skills she didn't have? No. It didn't matter where she was or what he made her wear. Dignity in all things. Dignity to the end. Clutching her hands together in front of her chest in an unconscious gesture of prayer she raised her head and looked him squarely in the eyes. Sir, I'm a mother of three. My children are starving. All I'm asking is some food for them. Her voice was steady and sure, but her cheek were flush with embarrassment. I don't have much to offer you. I'm not a great lover or a skillful dancer. And I'm sure you have plenty of more attractive women pining for your attention. But I've got nothing left to give you but my body ... She delivered her speech standing firm in the middle of the room. As she spoke she realized that her proposal lacked any sort of appeal. He wasn't the type of man to show pity. So she tried to add something that she thought he would like to hear. So I beg you to ... to ... f-fuck t-this c-cunt ... She felt dirty and sick, but she managed to voice such heinous words.