So I have weathered through most of the storm of practicals, exams and work madness. Some things are still remaining to be done but I will be able to write a lot more frequntly again until christmas. Around that day I will visit my home and be most likely too stuffed with food to move a single finger just so you guys know in advance.XD

This chapter was a prety strong challange for myself as it went much deeper into a character then I had done until now. I hope you people will be satisfied by the result as well. Once again be aware that it might be a little edgy for some but it´s still somewhat ok. IT is also shorter since it actually belongs as part of chapter 18.

Now this is going to be fun.

I leisurely approached my personal cave. Two goblinas were following after me, carrying some of the crude tableware that the goblins had made out of clay. One carried a plate with freshly roasted meat and a mug with diluted serdana juice. The other had a bowl with a mix of the available fruits in it. We walked right in and I headed to the makeshift bed that the goblins had made for me. It was simply a heap of grass with some pelts over it but it made for a semi comfortable place to lounge in. Reminded me somewhat of a beany bag of the old world.

“Just put the things down here, then you may leave. I have some things to do.”(Me)

The goblinas quickly did as told, though I saw that they stole some curious glances towards the elf that had been brought here. Once they were gone I took a closer look myself as well. On my orders, the goblins had brought her here and taken of that ragged thing she had worn before. Gobar, most likely, had turned some stone of the wall into an eyelet a bit above her head and tied her hands to them so she had to stand straight up with no way to conceal her body. Though she more or less simply let herself hang of the rope like a bag.

I know I ordered it… but how did they actually get that rope all the way up there. Oh well…

It looked like they had also crudely cleaned her with some water because her skin was a lot cleaner now. Without anything to cover her anymore I actually saw a lot more signs of what abuse she had gone through in her life. There were scars that had to come from whippings, some more burn scars, plenty of bruises in various shades. She herself was still looking at nothing in particular with those dead fish eyes. While i was looking her over like this i grabbed one of the fruits from the bowl and begun to eat it while sprawling myself out in a comfortable way.

Well then… let's see if I can get her somewhat riled up. A puppet is all nice and well but pretty boring.

“Tell me little elf, why are you even still alive?”(Me)

I shot her that question in a mildly curious tone between two bites. The response was a slightly delayed but her eyes seemed to focus slightly on me. I kept my eyes fixed on hers and waited for a little while.

“Well? From what I have seen they didn't cut out your tongue. So tell me, why are you still alive?”(Me)

As I finished the fruit I stood up and walked over to her, stopping once I was directly in front of her. I took a relaxed posture and waited a bit to see her expression turn into one of not understanding what I was talking about. I had completely caught her off guard with that.

“You went through all of this...”(Me)

She actually flinched when I raised my hand and slowly stroked over her naked body. Tracing some of the many scars that she had on that starved body, while I spoke.

“Abused, beaten, used and surely they let you feel plenty of humiliation to show their disdain for you. But you still live. You can´t be believing that there is anyone coming to save a half blood like you? So why not just end your miserable trash of a life?”(Me)

I made sure to let her feel the taunting in my tone… and it showed a pretty intense impact. Her face distorted into a grimace of pain and some tears found their way from her eyes. For a slight moment I was shocked at how… exciting this felt. I was getting under her skin and soon I would get into her head with some work. This was in its own way a rush of adrenalin like I had never felt it before. She begun to squirm under my touch, her mouth slowly opening and closing as if she was trying to talk but the words would not come out.

Seems like she still needs a bit more of a push.

“Ah, of course. A coward, too afraid to act up but also too afraid to end your misery.”(Me)

“Wh… what... do you know about me you monster! You... know nothing about what i went through...”(Quimoira)

I couldn't help myself but chuckle at her words, finally a reaction even though it was nearly drowned out by her sobs. Her mind was returning to reality again. So I leaned closer and whispered into her ear, sentence seeping with pure mockery.

“Hoh? I know plenty about you just looking at this body of yours. I guess they found out about your tainted being when you were still fairly young. From that moment on, you were the freak in their midst. Oh I bet they did all those ‘punishments’ that I see engraved on your body in pretty public places, yes? “(Me)

To underline my words I traced a particularly large whipping mark on her side with my index finger and pressed the nail of it rather painfully into her skin.

“After all, why go through all this bother to torment someone who has nothing useful to say or conceal. No, things like these are done for a reason and in your case it was to make you a public example. Yes they made you into the filth of their people. Trash that everyone can feel better after looking at. Did they make you into a show? Where they laughed louder the more you screamed in pain? Yes you must have been nothing more than a punching bag for those Elves. Hmm I wonder whether they raped you or whether you were seen as too filthy to even be touched in such a way.”(Me)

I had really hit the nails head. Her body shivered as if she was freezing, tears streaming down over her face like rivers and it made for a even more pitiful sight. But there was a much more interesting change in her face. It was still distorted in a complete grimace, in her eyes though.... I could nearly see her mind break slowly and give way to madness.

“And when you grew boring to them they dumped you to the Drows, telling them through the pure act of throwing you at them that they were the same as you. I heard the Drow were fuming with rage when they understood that the High Elves wanted to tell them that they were the same as a half demon scum. Nobody wanted to have you. Yet here you are, still an Elf, still alive. You didn't even try to take a demon's power for you to take revenge.”(Me)

That was when the dam finally broke. Suddenly a mix of mad laughter and sobbing spilled forth from her as she began to babble.

“What should I have done against it ?! No matter what I would have never been able to free myself. Demon or not they would have been stronger than I. Do you think I did not want to be free?! To have a place to call home?! But what then, no one wants a half demon trash in their midst. Not even demons! After they sent me over to the Drow I hoped, I prayed that maybe one day I would be accepted among outcasts. But even they … there is no hope”(Quimoira)

She was now tugging madly against the ropes and spewing some more confusing babble that was not understandable. Before she suddenly sagged down like a puppet which had its strings cut and chuckled. The despair in it was nearly thick enough to grab with my hand. Now was the time to act.

“And yet, through all of this you clung onto being an Elf. You held onto this small, withered seed of hope that you would one day be accepted as long as you bore some resemblance to them. You thought at some point, someone would take pity on you. You clung to their morale and values in despair.”(Me)

I changed my voice to a whisper and cupped her chin to make her look up into my eyes. She didn't even have the strength to avert them anymore. I had broken the last pieces of her mind and made her face the endless despair she was in. Suddenly I smiled.

“But…that was wrong. ”(Me)

I reached up and undid the the rope from her wrist. She let out a confused sound as she fell, but I caught her over my shoulder and carried her over to the bed. I let her drop down on the pelts in a rather rough manner and she simply lay there with a resigned expression in her face. But she most likely did not expect what happened next. I leisurely took my time with her. I began with teasing, stroking and caressing her all over. There was no violence in it as she most likely had expected and it threw her off completely. I used this moment, bringing one hand to her chest to toy with that modest chest of hers and placing the other between her legs. As I took up a more firm way of caressing her she actually let out a gasp and her face reddened a good bit much to my delight and her confusion grew ever more as i progressed.

Seems I was right. The Elves and Drows never thought the ‘filthy’ her. She isn't used to this.

“Those elvish values are shit. They are just something they thought up to put them above others. But, now I will give you the opportunity that you never had. I will allow you to choose. ”(Me)

At my words she was stunned and petrified, she just looked at me like a lost deer. Her mind most likely on complete halt which let me instead make her body react to my touches and I made her even moan out in surprise and pleasure. Some things you just can't suppress. Especially with your mind in such a state.

“You can from now on either remain as you are now. A pitiful heap of sorrow and pain that is everyone's playball. Then I will just hand you over to the goblins and they can use your womb to plant your seed over and over again. ”(Me)

All the while I had talked her eyes were glued to my lips. I had her full attention down to a level that people rarely were ever giving their attention to.

“Or you can finally let go of those moronic things you held onto. If you do that… I will make you into one of mine. You will belong to me completely and no one here will dare to touch or look down on you. Become mine and spread your wings for me… then you will have a place in this world to call yours. Or stay as what you are now until the moment you take your last breath. It is your choice”(Me)

I smirked again and suddenly pulled myself away from her completely. Standing up and pointing at the food i had brought over before.

“Eat and think. You will soon have to give your answer. Make sure it is what you want.”(Me)

With those words I left my cave and walked outside. There were some goblin guards before the entrance. They looked slightly scared but didn't dare to say anything.

“Good work men, make sure my little Elf is not touched by anyone else as long as she stays in there.”(Me)

With another laugh I turned away and walked towards the drow quarters. I was in dire need of a quick deal.