Page 3 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

He gestures to me. Both of them run their eyes over me with a hard stare.

I back away when the second dark elf shoes a hand at me. He jabs the key into the door and swings it open again. The first dark elf steps back into my cell, dumping Caitlin’s lame body onto the cot bolted to the wall.

It’s a surprising gesture considering the way she’d been handed to me earlier.

As rough hands grip my arm and neck, I steal one last glance back at Caitlin before I’m dragged out and the cell door is closed behind me.

I hope she fights whatever sickness she has and wakes up soon.

A hand fits in my hair, dragging me painfully down the walkway and up the stone steps leading up into the house above.

As we reach the landing, I hear the distinct noises of pleasured moans and the slapping of skin against skin.

My stomach rolls, but I stay quiet as they both drag me through the chaos.

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