Page 22 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

Etheron

Ipant, staring down at her with half-lidded eyes. My hand trails her cheek, down to her chin. Then, I snake my fingers around her neck.

Squeeze.

There’s fear in her eyes, awash with confusion. My upper lip curls.

I shove her away with enough force to send her to the ground. She yells out, falling upon her hands and knees.

The sight nearly makes me grimace, but why? Why am I feeling this way for a human woman? She’s nothing but a sex slave, and yet…

Why do I feel the desperate urge to apologize for hurting her? She’s stifling a groan as she tries to lift herself back up to stand. I resist the desire to hurry to her side and help her. There’s an itch in my limbs that I don’t know how to control.

What’s the matter with you?The angry voice in the back of my mind comes to the forefront, taunting me mercilessly. Who cares if the bitch is hurt? Just toss her to the side and buy a new one if this one is damaged.

That doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t want to lose her. I relish every crevice, crook, and curve of her body. She’s intoxicating, the first thing I think about when my eyes open in the morning and the last image my mind sees as I drift off to sleep.

…This isn’t right. Something is horribly wrong.

What is this human doing to me? She’s corrupting me with an unseen force that’s making me lose control. There’s no other logical answer. This is the work of black magic. She holds a tight grip on my very soul.

“Y-You don’t…” Dalia splutters, holding her neck as she rises to her feet. “You don’t have to do that!”

My nostrils flare. Suspicion pools in my eyes as I continue to stare at the human. No matter what I do, I can’t pinpoint the reason why she makes me feel this way. It’s a foreign sensation, one that completely dominates my rational thinking.

Buying her was a mistake.

At least, that’s what I’m trying to convince myself.

Her legs tremble, so she leans upon the wall to support herself. She’s clutching her sides and her mouth slightly hangs open while she fights to catch her breath. There’s fire in her eyes while she glares at me, but at the same time, she appears so helpless. A small, cowering thing.

Even now, the tantalizing visions of taking her over and over again fill my mind. They cripple me, overwhelming me to the point where I can think of nothing else but her. This eclipses any desire I’ve experienced in the past. This is something more carnal, an emotion that pervades my soul and consumes me completely.

My fists clench. I’m losing control.

Desperately, my eyes glaze across the room. Searching. The light glimmers brilliantly off the edge of a sword, winking at me and coaxing me forward. I grip the handle tightly and swing the weapon around until I’m pressing the blade against her throat.

She cries out, beginning to hyperventilate. Her eyes open wide, filling with tears.

“W-What are you doing?!” Dalia cries. “Stop it! Let me–”

Dalia gasps as I press the blade deeper into her skin. With a bit more pressure, this all ends. It’s that easy. She will no longer control me.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” I demand. Gritting my teeth, I fight the urge to slice the sword cleanly through her neck. “Answer me!”

Closing her eyes, teardrops slide down her pale skin. She stares blankly at the sword, as if she’s resigning to her fate. Her hands tremble violently, but she doesn’t use them to fight back. Instead, the girl relaxes.

“I should take your head for what you’ve done,” I growl.

So why don’t I? It’s easy. I’ve done similar acts before, but something stops me from driving the blade through her skin. It holds me back, making me a useless fool at the whim of a human slave.

Now, it’s my turn for my hand to tremble. This is atypical for me. This reluctance disgusts me completely, so much so that I allow the blade to drop loudly from my hand. Dalia gasps and shudders as the sword clatters upon the ground. A small sigh of relief escapes her mouth.

“What the fuck have you done?”

Dalia blinks. She doesn’t know. She’s a clueless creature. Does she truly not realize the power she wields over me? In most cases, I wouldn’t have hesitated to murder a human like her.

But this isn’t a usual case anymore. This is something else entirely.

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