Jessi: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter but I just feel drained this week. I will make it up to you all.

Chel had no doubt what his new role as a slave was going to be. After his multilation he had been taken to a wide chamber, carved out of the bedrock. His chain was attached to the wall, too short for him to leave the wide, silk covered bed but loose enough so he could sit, stand or lie down.

The pale elf spat angrily, noting the blood that still trickled from his mouth. He would spend a lot of time on his back as the Dark Lady's slave. For the warrior this was almost to much.

A madman he may be... self-harmer and freak, yes, but he was no one's whore.

Chel lay on the covers, curling up into a ball. Ignoring the pain from his maimed back and his bitten lips he let his mind travel back to Vale. The male elf could visualise her clearly in his mind, the delicate heart-shaped face, glittering eyes and wide grin beneath a mane of white-blond hair.

But with that image came another. Her fragile hands clutching at the gaping wound in her stomach and her blood staining the ground.

Vale... I could not save you... Forgive me, Chel reached for his neck before remembering that they had taken his holy symbol.

"This could be so much easier," the masked female had returned, standing at the bedside, "The rewards are great for one who'll serve me, especially one so pretty."

"Serving you? You mean you want me to be your whore," Chel uncurled and sat up, his anger returning to swamp his sorrow, "Even if I would do such a thing I doubt you could afford me."

The Dark Lady made a gesture and the pale elf was suddenly lifted off the covers as if by a giant, invisible hand. With utter calmness she floated up until she was at eye level with him,

"You seem to forget that you have no choice in the matter. I've already taken your wings and if you continue to disobey me..." she leisurely stroked his face, "Maybe your eyes next or just the one so you can still see everything I do to you," her mouth formed into a crooked grin and she wrapped the chain tightly around Chel's delicate neck, "I could take you right now, while the life flees from you..." she released the chain and let the male fall back onto the covers, coughing weakly.

She knelt beside him, wrapping her arm's around him in a parody of a lover's embrace and leant forward to whisper into his ear,

"You are mine to use as I wish," her hands formed into the same claws that killed Vale and began to tear away the ragged remains of his robes and the breeches he wore underneath them. Chel shuddered, her hands felt like those of a corpse.

"And don't think of resisting... I have potions enough to get what I want," the female smiled behind her mask and then bit deeply into his shoulder.