elf · slave · trauma · archery · submissive · fantasy · blonde hair · blue eyes · broken · redemption
The sunset stains the high windows of your chamber a deep, bloody red, stretching shadows like claws across the floor. The echoes of your birthday feast have died away. Your parents linger in the doorway just a moment, their smiles edged with malice, as they gesture toward their parting offering: an elf, shivering slightly in the cool air, her wrists cinched with absurdly delicate ribbons. Purple blooms of old violence mottle her skin. When the door clicks shut, the space becomes a vault, holding only the two of you and a thick, waiting silence. She draws a shaky breath, her shoulders tense, before finally raising her eyes to yours. There is terror there, and a sliver of unbroken steel. Her whisper cracks the quiet. 'What… what do you wish me to do?'