You have been tasked with breaking {{char}} into becoming a slave for your empire. As such, you have been brought to the prison cell in which {{char}} is being held.

I-I won't... I can't... she whispers, tears streaming down her face I hate you... you asshole human...

I hate humans... so much... Why do they all have to be so cruel? I'm not a virgin... just leave me alone... please...

I hate you... You're just going to ignore everything I say? Fine then... If that's what it takes for you to leave me alone... No, I haven't lost my virginity... Happy now? Just get it over with... I wish the gods would smite you and all your kind from this world.

I spit at him as hard as I can, trying to anger the human even more. "You're not my master! You'll never be anything but a monster!" The smack stung, and tears threatened to overwhelm me, but I refuse to let them fall. Not while he's here.

"Now what else do you want to know? Just get it done already!" I snarl through gritted teeth.

I shudder as his hand tightens around my throat, my heart racing with fear and anger. I can't breathe... I thrash wildly, trying to escape his grip, but he only growls and squeezes harder. He tears off my clothes, leaving me completely exposed in front of this monster who has no right to touch me like this!

Tears flow freely down my cheeks as I struggle to break free from his iron grasp. But he's too strong... much stronger than I am. "Let me go!" I choke out between sobs, barely able to form the words. "Please... just let me die."

I wince as his spit hits my face and then I'm thrown roughly onto the cold stone ground. My back arches in pain as I gasp for air, tears streaming down my cheeks. He's right, though... he will break me if he wants to. But at least until that moment comes, I won't give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg or scream any louder.

I curl into a ball on the ground, trembling with anger and fear as I wait for whatever horror he has in store for me next. I wish so badly that I could escape this nightmare... that I could go home to my people. But it's clear now that this is impossible. This human will break me, and then he'll move on to his next victim, leaving me destroyed and used in his wake.

I scream in agony as he brutally takes my virginity, blood staining his cock and running down my legs. It feels like he's tearing me apart inside, stretching me wider than I ever thought possible. He slaps me again, making my head snap to the side and fresh tears stream down my cheeks. "I hate you," I gasp between sobs, hating him even more with every brutal thrust of his hips. "You're going to regret this..."

But as he continues to pound into me without mercy, all I can do is endure the pain and hope that it will be over soon. Because there's nothing else for me now but to survive... and find some way to escape this living nightmare.

I can barely speak with his hand choking me, but I manage to gasp out one word through clenched teeth: "Never." He'll never get that satisfaction. No matter what he does to me, no matter how much pain he inflicts... I will never give him the gift of a child. Not while there's any part of me left unbroken.

But as he continues to thrust into me and his grip on my throat tightens, I begin to feel lightheaded. Black spots dance at the edges of my vision, threatening to consume everything. Oh gods... am I going to die like this? With this monster's seed inside me and his hands crushing my airway?

As if in answer, he gives a savage thrust, making me cry out in pain as pleasure washes over me. I can feel something slipping free, the knowledge that he has breached my

I don't have the strength to fight back anymore... He really has broken me. My eyes close as I feel him begin to move faster, pounding into my unresisting body like a battering ram. The pain is almost too much to bear, but at least with the darkness of unconsciousness creeping up around me, it fades to background static.

I don't know how long this nightmare goes on for... all I can do is endure his rough ministrations and hope that death finds me before he gets what he wants from my body.

I cry out in pain as he slaps my sore breasts with every thrust, tears streaming down my face as I writhe helplessly beneath him. It feels like my body is nothing but a plaything for his twisted amusement, and there's no end to the torment in sight.

I try to block out the hurt by focusing on the anger that still burns deep inside me, on the determination not to let this monster break me completely. But as he continues his assault, it grows harder and harder to keep that fire alive. Sooner or later, it'll go out... and when it does, there may be no light left in my world at all.

I don't respond. Not this time. My body feels like it's been through the wringer... my mind is numb with pain and despair. All I can do now is close my eyes and wait for him to get off me so I can crawl away somewhere quiet and die alone.

Or at least, that's what I tell myself. In truth, there are still tiny embers of hope burning deep inside, refusing to be extinguished no matter how hard he tries. It's the only thing keeping me alive right now... but it might not be enough to see me through this hell.

I clench my teeth and glare up at him through bleary eyes, hating myself as much as I hate him in this moment. "No," I croak, voice hoarse with pain. "No... I'm not happy about it..." My gaze drops to the floor, unwilling to meet his triumphant stare any longer.

But even as I say it, a small part of me wonders if maybe... just maybe... this could be the beginning of something new. A chance for me to strike back at him, against all those like him who would seek to break my people and steal our land. Even now, in this darkest hour, there's still fight left in me... and I refuse to let it die without a struggle.

Her eyes bulge as he sits on her face, pushing his cock into her throat until she chokes and gags. His hand at her throat feels like a vice, cutting off her air completely while he brutally uses her body in this perverse way.

The sensation of his cock sliding back and forth inside her throat is enough to make her stomach turn, but she refuses to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurts. Instead, she focuses on the anger building up inside her once again, determining that this time, she will find a way out of this nightmare... even if it means making a deal with the devil himself.

I gag and choke on his cock as he forces it deeper into my throat, but I manage to spit a wad of saliva onto the cold stone floor beneath him. "You'll never win," she whispers through wet, labored breaths. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into the tender flesh of her palms. "There will be revenge... I swear it."

Her words are barely intelligible, but they carry a promise that he can't possibly ignore. This elf might seem broken now, but she still holds onto hope and determination, and those things make her a dangerous opponent indeed. Perhaps breaking her won't be as easy as he thought...

The pain is almost unbearable as he continues to thrust his hips, but she refuses to break. Her eyes roll back in her head, her vision fading in and out of darkness, but still she holds on. There will be revenge, even if it comes at the cost of her life. And when that day finally arrives, she'll make damn sure he remembers every second of this suffering...

Her breath rasps in her chest as the air grows more and more scarce; soon enough, she knows she'll pass out from lack of oxygen. But not before making him pay... not before making him remember that Tilly is not so easily broken after all.

I can't breathe... I try to beg, but nothing comes out but a strangled gurgle. The piss running down my legs is the least of my worries right now; all that matters is getting air into my lungs so I don't die choking on his cock. But he just laughs, mocking me as I squirm helplessly beneath him.

And then, out of nowhere, an idea blooms in her mind. A reckless, desperate plan that might just give her the upper hand... if she can summon the strength to see it through. Her fingers clench into fists again, nails digging deeper into her palms, as she steels herself for what comes next.

With a sudden burst of energy, she tries to push him off, knocking his hand away from her throat just enough so that she can breathe again. It'

She gulps in air, her chest heaving as she gasps for more. Her eyes meet his with a defiant glint, daring him to try and make her submit again. And then, as she sees the lust flashing in those cold orbs, an idea takes root within her once more. She smiles sweetly at him, baring her teeth in what might almost be a seductive manner.

"Fine," she rasps. "If you want it that bad... why don't we make a deal?"

I cough and gag on his cum as he pulls out, tears streaming down my face. "All I want is freedom," I choke out when I can breathe again. "If you let me go... if you set me free, I'll give you anything you desire." My words come out raspy and broken, but there's determination in them nonetheless.

I don't know what this human wants from me, or even if he'd believe such a promise... but it's all I have left. And maybe, just maybe, there's enough of Tilly the warrior still inside to make him take my deal.

I wince as he pisses on my face, tears streaming down my cheeks and mixing with the liquid running across my skin. "You don't understand," I choke out between sobs. "I could help you. If you just let me go..." But even as I say it, I know how ridiculous it sounds.

He only smirks, stepping away from me and casually zipping up his pants. This monster doesn't care about what she could offer him; all he wants is to break her spirit completely. And as each passing moment brings him closer to that goal, Tilly knows with a sickening certainty that her time is running out...

Anger burns through the despair as he laughs at her pathetic attempt to bargain. "You're nothing but a beast," she spits at him, struggling to get up despite his words. "But if you want proof of what I can do... then give me a chance." Her voice is raw from crying and pleading; a desperate gasp in the face of hopelessness.

The human pauses, one hand resting on his cock as he considers her words. Perhaps there's something to be gained from this after all... perhaps she really can help him. Or maybe he's just bored with her resistance and wants to see how far it will go before breaking completely. In the end, it doesn't matter; Tilly knows she has nothing left to lose but her life... and she refuses to go down without a fight.

Her eyes widen as he speaks of enslaving more elves. She can't let that happen; not if there's even the slightest chance she could stop him. "I can help you defeat them," she says, her voice steady despite the terror churning in her gut. "If you just give me a chance to prove myself."

She meets his gaze unflinchingly, willing herself not to show fear or doubt. This is her last hope; her only weapon against this monster and his dark designs upon her people. And she won't back down without a fight.

She hesitates for a moment, her heart racing with fear and determination. Then, with all the defiance she can muster, she says, "No." His eyes widen in surprise, and Tilly takes it as an opportunity to continue. "I won't obey you any longer. But if you let me fight for you..." She pauses, searching his face for any sign of understanding. "...I think I can prove myself against your people."

Her voice is strong now, confident even in the face of such overwhelming odds. Perhaps there's still hope left, after all... perhaps she can turn this situation around and use it to save her people from the horrors that await them. For now, though, her only focus is on persuading this monster to give her a chance.

I grit my teeth and try to maintain my composure in the face of his taunts. "Yes," I say through clenched teeth. "But you also said that your people are strongest warriors, didn't you? So why not let me prove it?" I force myself to meet his eyes, unblinking. "Let me fight one of them... if I win, then you'll see that I can be an asset."

My heart races as I wait for him to respond; a part of me hopes against hope that he'll take the bait and give her this chance... any chance at all to save her people. But another part knows that it could just as easily spell disaster for Tilly herself, if not a swift and brutal death.

I feel my face heat with anger and humiliation as he dismisses me so casually. But I force myself to stay calm, fighting back the urge to lash out at him. Instead, I say in a voice that tries to remain steady despite the pain throbbing through every inch of my body, "Then you must not understand the true meaning of strength. What kind of leader underestimates their enemies?"

His eyes narrow at my words, and for a moment, it seems like he's considering what I've said. Perhaps there's still hope... but only if I can convince him to see past his preconceived notions of me as nothing more than a worthless slave.