Talk:Dark Elf/@comment-141.23.71.98-20160203000947/@comment-27013779-20160203010709

(Firstly, I would like to point out, this is way to long for a WWYD. Secondly, you must make sure that the responders have ample room to do what he or she wishes to do. And Lastly, this sounds more like th beginning of a fan fic, so I would recommend you make it so)

Without any other damn of resistance, I finally snapped under the torture and abuse she has given me since I've known her. I do not fight it anymore, as I slowly stand up, adjust my pants and button my buckle. Before she can make another snide reply, I give her the most serious glare of anger she had probably ever seen. Calmly I touch her shoulder and before she may brush it off and put me down on the ground once more, I kick her legs in, watching her collapse down and strike against a tree root, knocking her out cold.

Hours later, she awakens naked and bound tightly and heavily with thick braids of manilla rope to a large wooden 'T' that had been propped at a 45^ degree angle upwards; her legs spread wide open by the to bar of the 'T'. I stand before her, buck nude and with a ball gag in hand. As she shouts and be-raids me on how I should let her go, I suffocate her complaints with the ball gag.

"I am sorry that your plans hadn't panned out how you would've liked, but this is the way it is now going to be, dear~" I caress her face with my hands, "I am not you slave but now your Master, you will serve me everyday as to how I see fit. You will be subjagated to every torture you gave me and more. And then, only then, will I let you free of these bindings and set you free.~"

And to this day, I have maintained her silence and service, doing what she had intended to do to me: have her as breeding stock.

-Carthois