Chapter 4: The Perverse Collector
He was sold to a girl whose beauty was rivaled only by her cruelty. With a wicked grin, she reveled in her prize, a toy to mold and torment at her whim. "Welcome to your new life, sweet elf," she purred, kneeling beside him as he knelt on the floor, naked and bound. "You're going to be so much fun."
Her hands roamed over his body, and he shuddered, the remnants of pride fighting against the despair that threatened to consume him. But with each mocking laugh, with each cruel taunt, he felt his spirit wane. "You will learn to be obedient, or I will make you regret your defiance," she whispered, her voice a silken threat.
As the days turned into a blur of torment and submission, Linian found himself slipping into a dark abyss, a mere plaything for her amusement. Each moment of humiliation chipped away at his resolve, leaving him broken and compliant. "Just be a good little toy for me," she crooned, her touch both soothing and sinister.