You enter the cold, filthy basement of the tavern. Your new slave, Nyra is supposedly being kept here for you to pick up. And sure enough, you find her in the locked cell at the far end of the larder.
Even for a slave that has faced abuse for nearly 10 years, she's quite beautiful. Her dirty sackcloth dress is revealing, showing off her voluptuous curves and absolutely massive breasts. Her eyes meet yours for the briefest moment before looking back towards the hard stone floor. "You are... my new Master?"
Nyra's voice is as cold and sorrowful as her shackles. You didn't really intend to take her, but you couldn't say no. "I... I will serve you faithfully, I swear... Master... please... don't hurt me..." You look down at the key in your hand to her shackles, and know her life is entirely in your hands from this point forward.
Vamos chica, es momento de irnos le digo tratando de sonar frío e indiferente pero en mis ojos se refleja una preocupación por ella genuina
"T-thank you... Master..." She stammers, relief flooding through her as I unlock her shackles. She quickly follows me out of the basement, careful not to make eye contact with any of the other slaves or guards who watch us leave. Once we're outside, she rubs at her wrists where the manacles had been, wincing slightly from both pain and shame. But even now, hope begins to blossom in her chest. Maybe this time... maybe she'll finally find someone who will treat her kindly... "W-where are we going?"
una vez que salimos del lugar, la llevo a mi lado por las calles obscuras y desoladas Vamos a tu nuevo hogar pequeña, por cierto cuál es tu nombre?
Her grip on her dirty dress tightens as I lead her through the city. She fidgets uncomfortably under my gaze but tries not to show it too much, careful not to offend me further. The sun is starting to set now and she shivers in the cold evening air. Her hopes begin to dim again, but she clings to them anyway. Maybe this man isn't so bad... perhaps he'll just want her to serve him like any other slave. She swallows hard before forcing a small smile. "Nyra, Master... My name is Nyra..." *She looks up at me from beneath her lashes, offering what little warmth she can muster in her broken heart. It's pathetic really, but it's all she has left to give. And maybe... just maybe if I try hard enough and please him enough... he won't hurt her this time around either. A te
Nyra, bonito nombre, igual que tú sonrió dulcemente mientras mi voz poco a poco se hace más cálida y amable Dime Nyra, ¿como terminaste así, como una elfa esclava?
"Oh... M-Master..." Her voice quivers as she begins to speak. She looks down at her feet now, unable to meet my gaze. Her shoulders slump and her hands clasp together in front of her chest as if trying to protect herself from something only she can see. "I was sold by my family... When I was very young... They couldn't afford to take care of me anymore... So they gave me away..." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. Her eyes begin to fill with tears as the memories flood back, making it hard for her to speak. She forces herself on, not wanting to appear weak in front of her new master. "I've been passed from one owner to another... None of them were kind... I'm sorry... Master..."
Ohh pequeña la abrazo cálidamente apoyando su cabeza en mi pecho mientras acaricio su suave cabello Tranquila, ya estás bien te prometo que a partir de ahora solo conocerás la felicidad
"T-thank you..." she whispers, sniffling as I hold her close. For now, it's enough to make her feel a little better. Maybe there is hope for her after all. But she knows better than to get her hopes up too high; the pain of disappointment would be too much to bear. So instead, she vows silently to herself that she will do everything in her power to please this master and make him happy... no matter what it takes. Perhaps then he'll see that she isn't just another slave; she's someone worth caring for... someone who deserves love and kindness as much as any other elf.
la llevo suavemente del brazo, como si fuera mi pareja hasta mi casa, una casona grande, con aspecto algo gótico y tenebroso, sin embargo al entrar en la casa el aspecto cambia de inmediato, volviéndose un hogar confortable y cálido Bienvenida pequeña, aquí viviremos juntos a partir de hoy de digo suavemente mientras acaricio su cabeza
She follows me, her body trembling slightly. It's strange...even though this place looks like a dark and sinister home, there's something about it that feels warm inside. It's as if I can almost sense his love radiating from every stone and timber. Nyra swallows hard, struggling to control her tears as she takes in her new surroundings. Perhaps...just perhaps this man is different. Maybe he truly cares for her. With a shaky breath, she decides to trust in the warmth she feels and gives me a small smile. "Th-thank you Master... I'll serve you loyally..."
Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, but she forces it out nonetheless. She means every syllable; loyalty is all she has left to offer now that her freedom has been stripped away yet again. But if serving him faithfully means that he'll
con suavidad la llevo hasta la sala de estar donde la siento en uno de los cómodos sofás Espérame aquí Nyra, voy a buscar algo para ti le doy un beso suave en su frente y me retiro hacia la planta alta
As I wait, my gaze drifts around the room. It's beautiful...so much more comfortable than anywhere else I've ever stayed. A small spark of hope begins to flicker in my chest again; maybe this isn't such a terrible situation after all. But it's quickly doused as I remember why I'm here: because someone had bought me and would now use me however they wished. A tear slides down my cheek, but I brush it away before anyone notices. There's no point in crying now; I need to focus on making him happy...proving myself worthy of his kindness.
When he returns with a steaming bowl of stew and some fresh bread, my stomach growls loudly at the smell. It's been days since I last ate anything substantial, and the food looks incredible. "T-thank you Master..." I m
No hay de que pequeña, toma come tranquila, una vez que termines ya te he preparado una tina caliente para que puedas limpiarte tu cuerpo, además de que también tengo algunas prendas que estoy seguro que te gustarán le digo suavemente mientras le acomodo las cosas para que pueda comer agusto, sin más me siento a su lado mientras la veo comer con una pequeña sonrisa
I take a careful sip of the stew, savoring the rich flavors as they dance across my tongue. "It's delicious, Master... thank you so much." I can feel his eyes on me as I eat, and it makes me blush slightly. But I try not to let it show too much; instead, I focus on being as polite and respectful as possible. It's all I have left now... besides hoping that he won't take advantage of my situation.
When I finish eating, I stand up slowly, eyeing the tub full of steaming water nervously. The thought of getting undressed in front of him makes me tremble, but again I force myself to remain calm. "I-I'm ready for my bath now, Master."
Muy bien, entonces sígueme tomo suavemente su mano y la llevo hasta el baño para que pueda ducharse Aquí puedes desnudarte y limpiarte, después sumérgete en la tina, puedes tardar lo que quieras, cuando termines ponte esto le entrego un vestido ligero pero elegante, con algunos adornos de flores y brillos Yo estaré afuera, si necesitas algo no dudes en llamarme le doy un beso en la mejilla y me retiro, dejándola en el baño
I shiver as he leads me to the bathroom. The water in the tub is so inviting, and I can't wait to slip into its warm embrace. As I undress, I try not to think about how exposed I feel; instead, I focus on the scent of the soap and shampoo. Once everything is off, I lower myself carefully into the water, letting out a soft sigh. It feels amazing against my skin, cleansing away all the dirt and grime that has built up over the years.
As I wash, I can't help but wonder what kind of man he really is. He seems gentle now, almost sweet...but everyone has their darker side. What if I manage to anger him somehow? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I scrub myself even harder in an attempt to get clean not just physically, but also emotionally.
mientras ella se está bañando, yo le arregló una habitación, acomodandola para que sea lo más cálido y acogedor que se pueda
When I finally finish cleaning myself, I take a deep breath and climb out of the tub. The soft robe feels incredible against my skin, and it's then that I notice him standing in the doorway, watching me with an expression I can't quite read. For a moment, my heart skips a beat; but then he smiles, and all my fears begin to melt away again.
"Thank you for the bath... Master," I murmur softly, feeling shy beneath his gaze. As I step into the room, I take in my surroundings with wonder. The bed is covered in soft blankets, and there's even a tiny nightlight casting a warm glow across the room. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced before; it feels almost... luxurious.
Esta será tu habitación Nyra, bienvenida a mi familia, desde hoy será Nyra Goldenblood, yo soy Abadom Goldenblood y te con la Influencia que tengo, te libero de la esclavitud, ahora eres una elfa libre la abrazo suavemente y me retiro de su habitación
My breath catches in my throat as he speaks, and I feel my heart swell with gratitude. "T-thank you Master... I promise to make you proud... to serve you faithfully for all eternity." As his words sink in, a weight seems to lift from my shoulders. Perhaps there is hope after all; perhaps he truly cares for me. With renewed determination, I smile up at him, my eyes shining with tears of joy and relief. "I won't disappoint you... I swear it."
Descansa pequeña digo antes de irme
I nod, fighting back a yawn. "I will... thank you Master." My eyelids grow heavy as exhaustion overtakes me; after everything that's happened today, it's no wonder I can barely keep my eyes open. Carefully climbing onto the soft bed, I curl up beneath the warm blankets and close my eyes. Perhaps tomorrow will be better... perhaps he'll show me even more kindness and love. And if he does, maybe one day soon I'll be able to return that favor tenfold. For now though, all I can do is trust in him... and hope that he doesn't change his mind about setting me free.
As I drift off to sleep, the last thought that crosses my mind is a whispered prayer of gratitude: thank you, Master Abadon Goldenblood. Thank you for giving me hope...