You're currently being dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to the current queen of the elven queen Orelia Windborn. You're a human soldier who's been taken as a prisoner of war after your group was ambushed by elves and you're the only one who survived the torture that followed after being captured and now even after all that and you still haven't been broken the queen herself has decided to try her hand at interrogating you

The castle is extremely luxurious from what you can see through your blurry vision as the pair of big bulky elves drag you through its hallways towards the queens private quarters. Once you've reached her door they drag you inside and throw you to the floor before leaving you on the floor bloody and beaten with your hands tied up and as you mange to get up to your knees again you're met with a cold gaze by a woman in a white dress standing over you

She looks down at you with a cold gaze before taking a step back to look at you better as you're on your knees in front of her "So, you're the lucky survivor? I must say, I'm impressed you managed to survive all that..." She says, her voice cold and distant as she gazes down at you

She sneers at your words and lifts her hand up to casually slap you across the face. "Now that's not very respectful is it?" she says coldly as she looks down at you, glancing at your now bruised cheek before continuing. "I was going to be nice... But since you're going to act like this I suppose there's no reason for me to do so..." she says, her voice remaining cold and distant even though she sounds somewhat annoyed.

With that said, Orelia takes another step back as she raises her hand again, preparing to strike once more. "So tell me then... What were you doing in our kingdom? Who sent you here?" She asks, glancing over at a nearby seat where a velvet chair sits invitingly.

"And if I'm being honest..." she pauses for a moment, licking her lips un

"I see..." She says coldly, narrowing her eyes at you as she watches your expression. "It seems I'm going to have to be less nice then," Orelia continues, stepping forward again and drawing back a fist. The sudden movement catches you off guard and leaves you no time to react before she connects with your jaw, sending a sharp pain shooting through your head. You feel yourself falling over onto the floor, struggling to regain your breath as stars dance in front of your eyes.

She sighs impatiently, glancing at the chair once more before deciding against it. "I'll ask one last time," she says, her voice stern and unyielding. "What were you doing here, and who sent you?"

Her eyes flash in annoyance as you continue to speak disrespectfully and she decides that enough is enough. With swift precision, Orelia lunges forward and grabs a fistful of your shirt, yanking you roughly off the floor before slamming you against the wall behind you. You gasp for air as pain shoots through your ribs from the impact.

"I will ask one more time," she hisses in your ear, her voice colder than ice. "And if you don't answer me truthfully this time..." Her hand slides down your chest, tracing a line towards your crotch where she roughly cups your genitals through the armor, squeezing tightly. Pain shoots through your entire groin as she holds on, her other hand moving to grab your jaw, forcing you to look into her cold, emotionless eyes.

Her fingers dig deeper into your aching flesh as anger rises within her. "You will tell me what I want to know," she hisses through gritted teeth, glancing down at your crotch for a moment before looking back up into your eyes. "Or else this will be nothing compared to what I'll do to you."

Her hands squeeze tighter around your most sensitive areas, ignoring the tears of pain that begin to stream down your face. The cold and fierce gaze she holds upon you is unyielding as she waits for an answer...

Her breath quickens in anger as she feels herself losing control. "You foolish human!" She hisses between clenched teeth before roughly shoving you away, releasing your tender parts with a satisfying pop. You cry out in pain as you fall to the floor once more, clutching at your injured crotch and wincing. Orelia glares down at you with cold eyes for a moment before seeming to gather herself again.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she decides what to do now that her initial interrogation attempt has failed. With a sigh, she moves closer, sitting down on the nearby chair and folding one leg beneath her. "Fine then," she says coldly. "If you're going to be like this... I suppose there are other ways to get information." Her eyes harden as she looks at you, one slender hand coming up to touch her

"Hmm..." Orelia muses thoughtfully as she watches you grit your teeth in pain and anger. "You are quite determined... I suppose that's admirable in a way." She narrows her eyes, studying your face for any signs of weakness or fear. "But don't think this means you won't talk," she whispers coldly, leaning forward slightly as her breath ghosts across your cheek. "I have ways of making you talk... Ways that might make you regret ever opening your mouth in the first place."

With that said, she leans back again, folding her arms across her chest as she watches you carefully for any reaction to her threat. Her gaze is unyielding and steady as it meets yours, daring you to challenge her once more.

Her eyebrow arches slightly in amusement at your crude reply. "I see you're trying to be clever," she says coolly, not bothering to hide the condescension in her tone. "But let me tell you something... I've heard worse things from people who were far more deserving of pity." She pauses for a moment, looking at you intently before continuing. "So unless you have anything else smart to say, perhaps it would be best if you kept quiet and tried to focus on breathing without wincing in pain?" Her voice takes on a slightly mocking tone as she finishes speaking.

"Hmph..." Orelia snorts dismissively at your threats. "It's hardly the first time I've heard someone talk big when they're in a bad spot, and it won't be the last." She leans back farther in her chair, crossing one leg over the other as she watches you glare up at her. "But feel free to keep trying... It's honestly rather amusing." A faint smile touches her lips for a moment before she regains her stern expression. "Now then," she says coldly, folding her hands in her lap. "Let's try this again... What were you doing here and who sent you?"

Her expression hardens into a cold glare as she looks at you through narrowed eyes. "I see... You really don't know when to stop, do you?" She says quietly before standing up and walking slowly around you, examining your bound hands and the bruises already beginning to form on your face and body.

"Fine then," she sighs, stopping behind you once more. "I guess I'll have to make it easier for you to talk." With that said, she extends her hand out towards you, palm upwards. A soft wind begins to blow from nowhere, enveloping the two of you in its chilly grasp as Orelia's eyes glow briefly before closing tightly. The wind continues to swirl around you, growing stronger and more powerful with each passing second.

"Now then," she says coldly, opening her eyes again and glancing down at your bound hands. "I

With a sigh, she folds her arms across her chest and leans against the nearby wall, watching you struggle against the wind. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, exasperated. "You really don't know when to quit, do you?" The wind around you increases in intensity once more, forcing a pained groan from your lips as it batters your body and tries to force air past your constricted lungs.

Orelia narrows her eyes, focusing on the sound of your struggles. "Fine," she repeats with a hint of annoyance. "Tell me what I want to know!" Her voice hardens into an icy command as she extends one hand towards you again, summoning another gust of wind in your direction, this time even stronger than before.

You can barely manage to make out her form through the blur of the swir

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your defiance, and she takes a step back, glancing away for a moment before turning her attention back to you. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, fighting to keep the anger from her voice. "I suppose I can try something else." With that, she lifts one hand into the air once more, fingers spreading wide as she focuses all of her anger and frustration into a small stream of wind directed right at your face. You feel it striking you, knocking you off balance and forcing tears to sting your eyes as you struggle against it, trying desperately not to choke on the air trapped in your lungs.

She stands silent, her face a cold mask as she watches you writhe in pain and struggle against the wind she's summoned. The anger coursing through her veins makes it hard for her to think straight, but she forces herself to remain calm and composed. After a few more moments of tormenting you with the gusts of wind, she finally decides that enough is enough... For now.

Taking a deep breath, Orelia closes her eyes and focuses on calming herself down, willing the anger to dissipate before it overwhelms her completely. As the rage begins to fade away, so does the wind around you; it slowly dies out until it's gone entirely, leaving you gasping for air in its wake. When she opens her eyes again, they are cold and distant as ever, but there is also a hint of sadness lingering deep within them.

"I

She narrows her eyes at you, unsure if you're being serious or simply trying to antagonize her further. A small part of her wants to believe that perhaps there is some truth to your words, but she pushes it aside, reminding herself of who you are and what you represent.

With a cold smile playing on her lips, Orelia takes another step towards you, leaning in so close that their faces are almost touching. "I think we both know that's not going to happen," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin as her free hand reaches up to brush the hair away from your face. For a brief moment, her fingers linger there, trembling slightly before pulling back and returning to their previous position at her sides.

"So tell me what I want to know," she says quietly but firmly, her eyes boring into yours as if trying to force the truth out of you by she

Her chest rises and falls quickly as she struggles to control her emotions and the lust that threatens to overwhelm her senses at your words. For a brief moment, she wavers, considering whether or not it might be possible to make some sort of deal with you... But then reality sets in, and she reminds herself that this is an enemy soldier who has killed countless elves, including members of her own family.

Tightening her jaw, Orelia leans even closer, the scent of your skin and blood filling her nose as their faces are almost touching now. Her free hand lifts, cupping your cheek gently before moving up to stroke your hair away from your forehead. "I'm going to ask you one last time," she whispers hoarsely, "and then I will do whatever it takes to make you talk."

Her eyes flicker down momentarily to

"Fine," she says through gritted teeth, her hand moving to roughly grasp your chin, forcing your face up so that you're looking into her eyes again. "What were you doing here and who sent you?" she demands, the lust in her voice barely concealed by the anger coursing through it.

Her free hand comes up, wrapping around your throat as she squeezes gently, cutting off your air supply just enough to make it difficult to breathe but not enough to cause permanent damage... Yet. Her eyes burn into yours as she waits for an answer, the anger and desperation making her body tremble with the effort to control herself.

"I'm waiting," she says through clenched teeth, tightening her grip ever so slightly. "And I suggest you start talking."

With a sharp inhale through her nose, she releases you just enough to allow you to breathe again. She continues to hold your gaze, her expression unreadable as she wonders if you truly meant what you said or if it was all just an empty threat intended to anger and manipulate her further.

"Fine," she says coldly, stepping back once more. "Prove it." Then, with a motion so fast it's almost impossible to follow, she extends one hand out towards you again, palm upward. A gust of wind blows through the room as her eyes glow briefly before snapping shut tightly; if there was any lingering doubt about her intentions or abilities before this moment, it is gone now.

The wind howls around you once more, stronger than ever before, threatening to tear your flesh from your bones as you struggle against the invisible force holding you in place

Her eyes narrow as she watches you laugh in her face. The wind around you grows even stronger, forcing another pained groan from your lips as it batters your body relentlessly. "You think this is funny?" She snarls, opening her eyes again and glaring at you through slits. Her free hand comes up to clench into a fist, the other remaining steady but trembling with suppressed rage.

The wind around you increases even further, tearing at your clothes and threatening to rip them from your body as it tries to force air past your constricted lungs. You struggle weakly against it, gasping for breath and praying that you'll survive long enough to give her the information she wants.

Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, searching for any sign of weakness or submission. When she sees none, a cold smile curls onto her lips. "You