Mariska sat cross legged in the corner of her cage with her back pressed against the bars and a contemptuous frown marring her otherwise pretty face. Her pale blue eyes tracked the movements of everyone around her but day in and day out she focused on one in particular, a hooded man who she watched picking out slaves from the rows of cages on either side of her. She hated him the most and every night before she went to bed she vowed that she would have her revenge. She had never been to a dwarven town before but she promised herself that when – not if, but when – she was finally free she would never step foot in a dwarven town again except to find this hooded man and make him kneel in front of her while zapped him with electricity on all his dangly bits.
Almost as bad as the hooded man was the noise. All day the dwarves were working and shouting at each other or clanging one tool against another. At night she thought it would quiet down but no, that was when the dwarves drank and the noise that she …show more content…
Just as the hooded man was pulling the keys from his belt to unhook the sexy little snow elf’s cage the laugh caught his attention and he turned his head to look at the only other elf in the room. Even though he knew she wasn’t much of a threat due to the anti magic collar his blood chilled. The laugh wasn’t cute, nor sexy, nor inviting. It was cold and evil and frankly made his balls pull up between his legs and the hairs on the back of his dwarven ears stand up. He pivoted on his heels and turned to Mariska’s cage and said with as much gruffness and bravado as he could manage, “What a pretty little laugh, you’ll do just fine for the job, yes you will, no doubts.” The hooded man unlocked the cage and reached a big leather clad arm in, grabbing Mariska out by the collar and attaching a length of chain to a ring welded
Almost as bad as the hooded man was the noise. All day the dwarves were working and shouting at each other or clanging one tool against another. At night she thought it would quiet down but no, that was when the dwarves drank and the noise that she …show more content…
Just as the hooded man was pulling the keys from his belt to unhook the sexy little snow elf’s cage the laugh caught his attention and he turned his head to look at the only other elf in the room. Even though he knew she wasn’t much of a threat due to the anti magic collar his blood chilled. The laugh wasn’t cute, nor sexy, nor inviting. It was cold and evil and frankly made his balls pull up between his legs and the hairs on the back of his dwarven ears stand up. He pivoted on his heels and turned to Mariska’s cage and said with as much gruffness and bravado as he could manage, “What a pretty little laugh, you’ll do just fine for the job, yes you will, no doubts.” The hooded man unlocked the cage and reached a big leather clad arm in, grabbing Mariska out by the collar and attaching a length of chain to a ring welded