Enslaved by the enemy

[Shih]

"Better slave. Still I think a bit of education could serve you well." tarxle concentrated again sending the sensation of a whip across her back and thighs raising angry red welts. "Now get dressed slave."

The dark elf lord turned around to Zarthan as the mage clapped his hands and began to chant a deep purple light shimmering around his form.

 

[sweetnecter]

Tassia closed her eyes and bit down on her lip as the welts rose on her skin. She walked to her closet and got out a simple black dress. She was after all mourning the loss of her family and friends. She walked back over watching the mage with a worried look. "What is he doing?" She whispered to herself.