Talk:Dark Elf/@comment-141.23.71.98-20160203000947/@comment-70.55.145.48-20160203012752

Like I always said, it was fate. I don't say anything and seemignly go in accordance with her plan. Looking satisfied of my 'submission', she pridefully points o the direction we are to go. I walk, no words out of me, looking right at the path where I'm to go with no resistance. So much that she seems surprised at how quickly I 'broke'. She continues talking about how that prouves that I was fated to be her slave.

We walk for a few hours until she halt the travel to make a camp for the night. She cooks something and eats it, some beef soup. A cup near me was full of it, no tools to eat it. She told me to use my tongue and lap it like a dog. I didn't. That's when her proud figure turned into disdan at my refusal to eat anything.

She grabs me by the collar and orders me to eat. I don't say anything. She looks right into my eyes and sees nothing and then shakes me to try to force that light back into my eyes, seeing as I am as motionless as a puppet. I look back at her, only for a snap sound to come out of my mouth. Foam also comes out and I convulse back and forth, shocking her as she didn't know what was happening. Soon after, I laugh at her, tears from her blue eyes as she realizes I am dying.Being in that accursed village, I knew my time was going to come, so I had a cyanide capsule inside my mouth everytime she was around.

The effect is quick and swift, I lay dead in her arms, as I promised myself that if one of them were ever to take me as a slave, I would end it on their arms...