Page 16 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

Dalia

Iwake up the next morning alone. My heart unexpectedly sinks a little. I hadn’t expected to find him… Etheron, still here. He’s a dark elf after all. They don’t care much for humans, and this is a fact I have known my entire life.

I should be glad he’s gone! He’s such a brute anyway. The way he talks and pushes me around… he’s no different from the other elves who kept me in that cell.

But… he is. Something about Ehteron is different. My body responded to him in a way it’s never responded to anyone before. I was desperate for him. It was embarrassing. I bury my head in my pillow as I remember the way I screamed that man’s name.

I was putty in his stupid elf hands, and I have no one to blame but myself. I did everything he commanded, and it went beyond his status as an elf and mine as a human. I did those things because I wanted to feel him.

And he gave me what I wanted as well.

I sigh, not quite sure how to feel about all of this information. It’s dizzying to have contempt for someone who made me feel so good.

Not wanting to waste my day worrying about Etheron, I roll to the edge of the bed, swinging my feet over the edge and sitting up. My body protests at the movement, every part of me aching.

This isn’t the first time I’ve woken up with sore muscles and bruises, but usually I’d be opening my eyes on a cold cell floor full of ire towards my captors. Today, I’m on a plush bed in a gorgeous room.

That’s another thing that makes Etheron different.

Every time the noble elves were done with me, they’d have their servants drag me back to the dungeon. It’s not like I’d want to wake up next to such disgusting scum anyway.

I had assumed Etheron would be the same, using and abusing me before tossing me aside, but last night wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced. He was commanding and pushy and all those other things I thought he would be, but something in his demeanor.

Something in the way he touched me…

Ugh…

After massaging my muscles a little bit, I get up and walk over to the closet. I’m currently naked, and the dress Etheron had me wear last night is sitting on the ground in pieces. It wasn’t exactly modest either…

I put on my underwear and approach the closet before opening it, hoping there will be something in there I can wear, and I am surprised to find a full closet. I stare at the clothes in disbelief. These were not there yesterday. Etheron must have had them put inside while I was sleeping.

Why would he do that? And where did he get all these clothes from? I touch one of the dresses, and the fabric feels really nice. Not like the scratchy clothes the dark elves had us wearing in the dungeon.

It’s something I’d see on a female elf. Their clothing is lush and expensive. Not all of the clothes are this ornate, but my eye was drawn to this piece because of how it looked.

I take out the dress I’m touching and hold it against my body. It looks like it will fit. Either Etheron had a bunch of clothes in my size lying around or he bought these ones last night and had someone bring them here.

Both scenarios just create more questions in my mind.

A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. I place the dress back in the closest and pull out something planer, quickly pulling it over my head before going to answer the door.

I find one of Etheron’s servants standing in front of me. Her face is expressionless as she does a small bow. It’s awkward for so many reasons, one of them being no one has ever bowed to me.

I hold onto the door, unsure what I am supposed to do.

“Hello, miss. Please let me know if you need anything.” Need anything? What kind of offer is this? Never in my life has a dark elf offered me any kind of help.

I wonder if this is some kind of trap or game that Etheron is playing, but I cannot fathom what it could all lead to.

The dark elf catches me looking around, and I avert my eyes.

“I can lead you around if you would like to walk around the mansion.” It’s just surprise after surprise. Walk around the mansion? I thought this room was going to be my new prison. It is nicer than my old cell, but I had resigned myself to it being where I’d be confined to.

But clearly that is not the case.

Did Etheron suddenly gain a conscience? I guess stranger things have happened, but it still seems too good to be true.

Maybe he’s giving me a false sense of hope. It looked like he enjoyed getting a rise out of me last night. This could really all just be some cruel game he is playing to jerk me around and drive me crazy.

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