Page 31 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

I can’t help being a human. It’s not fair that I’m treated like a heap of garbage every time I try to defend myself. I want to survive, but they’re taking my will to live each day I spend at this mansion. That’s probably their plan.

They want to destroy me completely. Unfortunately, I think it’s working. They’re winning.

He hasn’t said a word to me since I told him not to touch me. Surprisingly, he respects my wishes and backs away slightly. He stares at my bruises with avid attention, particularly the ones that trail my legs. They’re the worst and the most painful to touch because I used my legs to kick the servants in the shins, crotches, or anywhere else I could reach them.

In return, they poked needles into my skin and burned me with iron for every kick I inflicted. My eyes well up with tears just remembering that.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, sniffling loudly. I keep my chin high, when in reality, my knees are seconds away from buckling. “I’m just trying to do my work.”

“Well, stop it.”

I blink. “What?”

“Stop it.”

He turns away and stalks towards the dark elf servant that he brought along with him. He’s still unconscious and bleeding profusely from his orifices. Etheron grabs him by the head and drags him back towards the mansion where they first came from.

And I stumble to my knees, grimacing at how badly my joints ache. I take a moment to stare at my body and realize the extent of my injuries. I barely recognize myself anymore. These dark elves have chipped away at my confidence, my willpower, and my strength.

I’m crumbling under pressure.

I trail my fingers along the bruises on my legs, wincing and hissing at the way each of them ache to touch. The cuts and splotches across my body seem endless. As I try to count them, I lose track of how many there are. It’s too much to handle.

What am I going to do here? Dying sounds like a better fate than this!

So… why don’t I go for it?

I gaze at the river flowing quickly beside me. If I toss myself in, I could easily drown. I’m not a strong swimmer. My body will float away from this evil place and I won’t have to worry about dark elves or any other being again.

Crawling towards the riverbed, I seriously consider it. This one action can end my life. That’s what I want! I don’t want to live anymore! There’s no way Etheron is going to let me leave, so I need to do this. I want to end my suffering, but…

My bottom lip quivers. I can’t.

I’m afraid.

“The gods are cruel,” I whisper, hanging my head. “They gave me the desire to die, but not the courage to take my own life.”

It’s a shame.

I have nowhere to go. Nowhere to run to. No one to confide with.

I can’t believe that Etheron would console me, if only for a brief moment in time. Instead, he only wanted sex. That’s all I am to him. I’m not a person with complex emotions that is fighting for survival, I’m just a plaything to fuck and abuse whenever he gets in the mood.

As I hang onto my ruined shirt, it dawns on me that the rest of my existence is going to be marred by this experience. I’m always going to remember the cruel treatment, the suffering, and the abuse at the hands of these dark elves.

It will linger with me. I’m coming to terms with that.

Even the gods have given up on me, so it seems. I’m nothing but a sex slave to dark elves. They will never see me as someone who matters nor someone who deserves respect. Even their servants believe that I deserve nothing.

Sighing, I pick up the clothes I washed and hold the basket against my chest so that I’m still somewhat covered. Is that the sole reason why he came over to me? To rip off my clothes, stare at my bruises, and humiliate me? He’s probably pleased with the work done by his servants. They take after him well.

I start the slow ascent back to the mansion, fighting through the pain in my body. It hurts with every step, but I power through. I want to go back to my bedroom and change quickly before I’m sent off to complete another task.

I hope it’s something easy, like cleaning the kitchen. My limbs can’t take another trudge up and down hills.

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