Summary Of Mariska's Cages

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 had thought was so bad multiplied tenfold. She had tried everything to dampen the noise but nothing worked. She silently cursed at the magic dampening collar encircling her neck. If only she could use her magic she would call upon the current of energy that flowed around her and, at the very least, form some sort of shield over her sensitive ears. A broad smile curled her lips upwards as her thoughts turned darker. She could, she thought, force enough energy outwards towards the eardrums of the dwarves. Let them see how they liked loud songs and raunchy jokes when they couldn’t hear a thing. She laughed to herself and that was what caught the hooded mans attention. The slaver had been walking to another snow elf, a girl who would likely have been the perfect slave and companion for the warrior standing outside. …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 on. Mariska glared angrily ahead and her small fists balled up but she did not attack. She had planned for this since she had woken up weeks ago in the cages. At first her plan was to scratch the eyes out of the slaver as soon as the door opened but no, she had seen what happened to slaves when they fought back with just their fists. Even if they did manage to get past the slaver there were hundreds of other dwarves between here and the nearest escape that would capture them and bring them back to the slaver. She would be caught and the inscription on her collar clearly stated which slave house she belonged to. So, as hard as it was for her, she simply walked complacently in front of the slaver. She looked straight ahead, looking to the side only to spare a glance to the remaining snow elf. She did not know the girl but still they were of the same race and in these lands and in this time that meant everything. As Mariska emerged from the dark, dirty room she immediately covered her eyes with a forearm, the chains that shackled her wrists to her ankles jangling