Page 8 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

I blink up at him, surprised.

I’ve never had a dark elf offer to purchase me before. Usually they’re only interested in sticking their cock into me however they can.

My eyes catch a small gleam of gold when he turns to regard the slaves behind me. It’s some kind of gold pin that has a crest of some sort on it. I can’t exactly recognize what it means, but I know it must be important considering the way he carries himself.

“I’ll be taking her now. Inform your owners.”

I hold back a surprised noise when he bends and wraps a warm hand around my arm, yanking me to my feet. Now that I’m up off the ground, I suddenly realize how tall this dark elf is compared to me. I’m short by no means, but he towers over me.

I stumble after him as he starts to walk back to the house, pulling me along with him. The back door is still wide open and he takes me through it into the warm air that causes a shiver to race down my spine.

It floors me that I’m now owned by this… man. On one hand, I’ll be out of the suffocating grips of the slave house and the people who run it. No longer will I be forced into things that I don’t want to do at the hands of cruel beings with power over me.

Though in the same breath, I know that this dark elf hasn’t bought me with pure intentions either. For all I know, I’ll be tied up to a bed for the rest of my life and expected to cater to his every whim.

Plus, I’m leaving Caitlin behind.

My heart wanes at the thought.

I hope she’ll be alright…

“This way.” the man says to me, dragging me out through the front section of the slave house.

My face colors when the woman at the front stands quickly, her eyes wide as she watches my new owner drag me over to her. They exchange a few words, most of which I barely catch because my heart is pounding so loudly in my ears.

The woman quickly hands him something rolled up that he tucks under his free arm. Without another word, I’m dragged through the front lobby and out onto the streets.

It’s loud and busy out here, much more than I expected. While living down in the cellar cells, it’s always quiet aside from the bemoaning of the other slaves occasionally.

I glance around, seeing people milling about while they carry on with their daily lives.

I wish I knew what that was like…

The man stops right when we hit the sidewalk and turns to readjust the object he was given by the woman at the front. Now that we’re in better lighting, I can see that it’s a fabric of some sort. Tough looking and stitched well.

He turns away from me, looking down to the opposite end of the street.

Is this my chance? Will I have enough of a surprise on him that I can possibly run away and escape?

I don’t give myself time to hesitate and think the action through before I’m ripping my arm out of his grip and turning to run in the opposite direction.

I don’t get more than three steps before a hand snakes into my long, curly hair and yanks me backward. I let out a surprised gasp when my back hits his hard chest. He holds me there by my hair, straining my neck back far enough to where the back of my head rests against his shoulder.

Terror strikes me. He’s going to punish me for my disobedience. Of course he will, I just tried to run away. I only hope that I’ll be able to survive the inevitable beating that will be coming very soon.

What surprises me though, is that he simply lets out a dark laugh.

“Trying to escape already?” He presses his nose against the shell of my ear. “I’d advise you not to do that again.”

I shiver. Even though his words are threatening, his tone is like silk. It caresses me in ways I never thought were possible. I swallow thickly, trying to hold back from leaning further into him—further into his warmth.

My mouth opens to say something back to him, but I have no idea what. It isn’t like I have a way to defend myself, it’s obvious that I did try to run away.

The grip on my hair tightens.

“Will you be good if I let you go? If you lie to me and tell me yes and I catch you trying to run away again, I will force you down on your knees right here on the sidewalk.”

A small grunt escapes me. The threat of doing such a humiliating act out here in the open should disgust me but for some reason my body responds with desire.

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