Page 9 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

What is wrong with me?

“I-I won’t…” I mumble.

“Good.” he tells me and slowly loosens the grip he has on my scalp.

I straighten up and take in a few deep breaths to calm my body’s response down. I need to get myself in check. His voice is something else that is starting to do things to me that I don’t like.

When I turn to him, I see him looking down at me with an intense expression. His eyes are a dark gray that is mesmerizing to look out. Unconsciously, I lick my lips, watching as his eyes dart down to my mouth.

“I have a lot in store for you,” he murmurs to me, sending another shiver up my spine.

With a quick flick of his hand, he unfurls the object that has been tucked under his arm. I realize a little too late that it’s some kind of body bag.

My eyes widen and without meaning to, I take a step back.

His hand snatches my wrist, dragging me back into his chest. I let out a surprise noise when the bag comes down over top of me, surrounding me in darkness.

He fits it over my entire body, tying it at my ankles tight enough so that I’m not able to kick at all.

My world rocks when I’m lifted up off of the ground and onto something hard—presumably his shoulder.

“L-Let me go!” I scream.

He laughs again, that same deep dark sound.

I jolt when a hand slaps my ass.

“Be good.” he tells me before starting to walk down the sidewalk.

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