The feeling of cool metal could be felt against my shackled wrists. The skin had torn on several occasions but had always found its way to mend back sooner or later. Helpless, dirty, such words could be used to describe me now, better yet us. The slave industry was a popular one; it was legal here unlike elsewhere.
Elves were a popular and rare race. Better quality merchandise, objects of profit. Even so, the treatment at the present sucks. The youngest of us that was aged 12 is dying. It was displayed as to so everyone noticed, reason be that they haven't even bothered to clean the boy up. Normally, the more valuable ones (slaves) receive better treatment. But it'd seem that this company had different policies I suspect.
It wouldn't be hard to give better treatment really, just more food'll do. Better clothing and better sanitation alongside hygiene. We literally live in our waste and only a single slave that looked no more than 16 would clean up our cages once a week. The lot of us were categorized in accordance to our races in general. I sound adaptive even in my own mind but I was agitated, frustrated, and angry.
But nothing could be done. The reason was terribly simple, we had no power and the result would be the lack of options that would originally be available. Elves were prized for their magic, yet they shackle us with chains with a magic bind engraved. Bound, like dogs, unless there were to be someone to buy us from outside the dark cage; freedom was but a fleeting dream. Scratch that, freedom is but a fleeting dream; no more, no less.
Sigh... my lower bum area hurts, its numb and i can't feel a thing. Sitting really takes its toll ya know. Stupid humans. Moreover, my wrists! someone put some fluff around it would you?! To even mention the reason would be ridiculous. It HURTS! owowowowowow, although I have a poker face on, I still feel. *fake sobs*
The dark corridor remains soundless, not even the sound of drifting air could be heard. There was a single window that was in bars, used for ventilation, it was doing a decent job i guess. The atmosphere was dark and heavy it was almost visible. No smiles could be see and not to mention anyone funny enough to crack some jokes to lift the atmosphere. They knew the tip of the iceberg of their future and that itself was enough.
They have the eyes of dead fish, not like I'd any the past few months. So hungry. I really ~ just wanna kill them all. The humans of course. Someone humor me, this feels terribly bad. Even my fearing system ceased functioning, there's nothing simulating anymore. I know, how about a self-introduction? It's better than nothing i guess. Gee, it's actually kinda embarrassing. Fuu~
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The names Kiri, my story represents the mother of cliches. As an orphan, I had not any parents nor siblings. No close ones either, I just lived; was there. Life wasn't all that hard since the forest was my domain and i lived as a vegetarian for like, the last 12 years since i was born? Nonetheless, my village was pretty anti-social actually. There was no bullying too. Pretty neat if you ask me. So one day, a crimson dance was performed. Have you guessed it? A fire, yes. It burned my shed down, all the way to the very ashes of its being. I recall, the thick scent of smoke that brought tears to my eyes and clogged up my nose too. The village was in chaos as sharp screams vertebrate throughout the entire village that was burning ever so quickly.
The humans arrived shortly after the panic and abducted the younger ones, the older ones were obviously slaughtered of course. No words were said, no questions asked. Crimson danced and they weren't only flames. Splatters of blood were all over the place, most leaking from the elder's necks. As one were to take a stroll, the smell of blood heavily contaminated the entire area, alongside smoke, the abduction was pure irony. Eyy¬ see what I did there? Ok, that was lame, I know.
Nonetheless, I too had my own share of screams. I performed the high-pitched act to the point it felt as if my throat tore. My adrenaline was at its max and I ran like the panicked and young clueless elf I was. The blood had gotten to my head and all cool was lost. The last thing i'd saw when i was quick on my feet was this bloody ugly doll which had blood marks on 'her' face. Terrifying, I tell you. After that were hands, they covered my eyes, the only sense of sight I had dissipated. Kicking and struggling proved ineffective as they then covered my mouth that hadn't stopped screaming since the very beginning of the abduction. How rude!
Alright, sorry imaginary audience but my mind's voice feels tired now. I'll continue next time, malnutrition is taking its toll after all. More-so than i suspected. Ah, food... Its dinner time. Basically the only meal we have everyday, once a day and it consists of some mushy like substance. I swear magical beasts eat better than this.