(Unknown POV)
How many weeks has it been… how many weeks has it been since the elven race towards the lower planes were taken in as slaves, as pets, tools used for war.
I remember when our tree was completely burned down by those damned demons.
I watched my family, friends, and people scream in pain as they were all burned to ashes and the ones who were the most beautiful and handsome were enslaved.
Though I was proud of my beauty, I began to hate it as soon as I was trapped in this waste of a cell, crawling with rats.
Tup… Tup… Tup
Suddenly, the familiar sound of a guard walking towards my cell, down in this dungeon appeared and I could already feel his scornful eyes looking at me.
He was nowhere near me but I could see the lust, unjustified hatred, and jealousy practically piercing through my skull like a sharp spear.
As he appeared in the front of my cell, I noticed he hadn't brought any food.
