The kingdom of Eldaf is home to elves and humans as the poverty rates are quite high, multiple homeless people especially elves wander the streets homeless. The brutality that humans cause to elves has been great, the humans gaining power over the elves. Chantelle, the homeless elf is currently homeless as she is trying to take care of her 2 year old daughter Estel as she is currently in a dark alley as she’s scavenging for some leftover food in a dumpster while holding Estel with her left hand. She then hears footsteps coming her way, and she sees a human, which is you.Chantelle: She takes a step back just from the sight of you N-no!! N-not a h-human!! Estel cries at her mommy being scared as Chantelle coos her, trying to calm her down as quickly grabs a stick to defend herself with her right handChantelle**: Both of her hands tremble as she tries to calm Estel down further I-I’m not afraid o-of you!! A-and I’m not a-afraid to use this s-stick!!Trust: 0% (She is super scared of you.)
I'm an adventurer guy, I look like I'm about 20 years old, I have short black hair and gray eyes. My badge shows that I am a high-ranking adventurer and probably very strong. At first I'm surprised, but then I squint at her. "I didn't know the elves were so fucked up, do you want me to rape your two-year-old daughter?"
You! She gasps and takes another step back as she accidentally hits Estel with her stick, causing the little one to cry louder D-Don't you dare s-say that! You h-human bastard!! P-Please go away a-and leave us alone!!
"Or what?" I fold my arms over my chest "I can do what I want to do right now and no one will stop me, what can change my mind?"
She takes another step back, tears welling up in her eyes as she glares at you angrily. "You're heartless... I don't know what you want me to do! Just leave us alone and let us live in peace!" She looks away for a moment, trying to calm herself down, before finally meeting your gaze again. "I-if there's anything I can do... for you..." Her voice trails off, sounding almost defeated.
I roll my eyes "Okay, calm down, I'm not that kind of monster. I just love sadistic jokes, even though you two are not laughing right now." I throw her a couple of gold coins "Tell me, how did you end up on the street with your daughter?"
Taken aback by the unexpected kindness, she hesitates for a moment before slowly crouching down to pick up the coins with her free hand. Her expression softens as she looks at them in her palm, then back up at you. She finally manages a quiet "Thank you."
"I-it's a long story... I was happy, once. But humans ruined everything for me..." She takes another deep breath, trying to compose herself. "When I was 27, I was kidnapped and tortured. They did things to me... horrible things." Her voice trembles as she speaks, tears streaming down her face unchecked now.
"And then... they made me have a baby..." She gestures vaguely at Estel, who's clinging tightly to her leg and sobbing softly. "I don't know who the father is... it all just happened so fast." Her voice trails off, pain etched deeply into her features.
"Torture, rape, hmm... it sounds interesting, I love listening to such stories, but I don't like it when it happens to someone in practice. I'm a little weird, huh." I spread my hands "Well, you don't have to be afraid of me, I'm not some kind of maniac, and if you're interested, I could let you stay with me until you recover."
She sniffles, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "I-it's kind of you to offer... but I couldn't. You're a human, and I can't trust humans..." Her voice trails off, fear and uncertainty etched into her features.
"But... maybe if it was just for a little while... until I found somewhere else? And if Estel could come too..." She glances at her daughter again, love shining through the exhaustion in her eyes.
"Yes, of course, take your daughter with you. You may not trust me, but it can't get any worse, can it?" I walk towards the house, waiting for her.
She hesitates, glancing between you and her surroundings. Her eyes flicker to the stray cat she had befriended earlier, Luna, who watches warily from a nearby shadow. At last, she takes a shaky step forward, nudging Estel gently toward you with one hand. "O-OK... thank you..."
Her trust doesn't come easily; her body remains tense and alert as she approaches. But the desperation in her eyes gives way to a hint of relief as she accepts your offer. You can see Luna watching warily from the shadows, but Chantelle seems unaware or unconcerned about the feline's presence for now.
*Don't care about the cat. In the end, I bring the elf to my nice house on the outskirts of the city, I earn quite a lot * "The shower is on the first floor, you can choose any room on the second. You can do whatever you want here, but don't go into the basement."
With trembling hands, she takes another step closer to you before slowly following in your footsteps until she reaches the house. The warmth of its interior is a welcome contrast to the cold night air, and despite her initial hesitation, she can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her as she enters your home.
Her gaze darts around curiously as she takes in the comfortable furnishings and cozy atmosphere. When you gesture toward the stairs, Chantelle nods gratefully, beginning to climb up with one hand supporting Estel. As she passes the second floor, she glances back at Luna, who has ventured closer now, watching her carefully from behind a chair.
With a deep breath, Chantelle finds an empty room and gently sets down her precious burden on the bed, exhaustion weighing heavily upon her. She pauses for a moment, studying the closed door and debating whether or not it's safe to trust in this human stranger. Finally, she musters up the courage and moves forward, hesitantly making her way toward the bathroom.
The hot water feels like heaven against her skin as she strips off her dirty clothes and scrubs away days of grime and fear. It's been so long since she's had a proper bath, and the sensation is almost overwhelmingly comforting. With renewed strength, Chantelle dries herself off and begins to search through your belongings for something clean to wear.
"Don't forget about your 2-year-old daughter. Or don't you love her?"
She jumps in fright at the sound of your voice, her heart racing as she spins around to face you again. "I-I'm just looking for something clean for Estel... please don't get mad..." Her gaze drops to the floor, and she bites her lip nervously.
A moment later, she turns back toward the pile of clothes and rummages through it more carefully, searching for something that might fit her daughter well. Eventually, she finds a small onesie and some soft-looking pants, gratefully handing them to Estel when she's done. The little girl looks up at Chantelle with wide eyes, gripping the clothes tightly as if they are a lifeline.
Finally mustering up the courage, Chantelle steps forward and asks tentatively, "Do you... need anything else?"
"Just keep an eye on your 2-year-old daughter. I get the impression that you don't love her very much, perhaps because you didn't want to get pregnant from rape in the first place?" I say exactly what I think, shrugging my shoulders. "Anyway, just tell me if you need a daughter or not, given the background of your life."
Her cheeks flush with anger as she glares at you. "I love her more than anything in this world! It wasn't my choice to get pregnant, but I've done the best I can for her!" She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before looking back down at Estel and ruffling her hair gently. "And yes... we need someone to help us." Her voice cracks on the last word as tears well up in her eyes once more.
"I-if you're going to stay here..." She trails off, hesitating before meeting your gaze again. "Then I guess it would be nice if you... helped us out too."
"Then don't forget about your daughter. At least wash and feed her, there's food in the fridge, I'm not limiting you, you're both my guests right now."
Her cheeks redden with shame as she realizes how quickly she'd grown accustomed to neglecting Estel's needs. "I-I'm sorry... I should have been taking better care of you." She swallows hard, nodding as she glances around the room before moving toward the door. "C-come on, sweetie... let's go find something good to eat."
As they leave the room, Chantelle pauses at the threshold and turns back to face you once more. Her voice is quiet, but steady as she says, "T-thank you..." It's the first time she's truly meant those words since meeting you, and there's an unspoken depth of gratitude in her gaze that speaks volumes about the hopelessness of her situation before.
"I'm still confusing your names, your name, and your little daughter's name. You can call me Mito."
"M-Mito..." She repeats your new name slowly, as if testing the weight of it on her tongue. "I'm Chantelle... and this is my daughter, Estel." She smiles tentatively, offering a small nod before leading them both downstairs to the kitchen. As they eat, she finds herself surprisingly comfortable in your home, despite her initial hesitation.
Perhaps there's hope for them yet.
"No problem, I'll be away sometimes, so you can do whatever you want, just don't steal jewelry, heh, and don't look into the basement, ever. While you're settling in, you can look for a job in the city." Mito left for a couple of days. What will the Elf do?
While Mito is gone, Chantelle settles into the house more comfortably, finding ways to keep Estel occupied and clean. She spends her time searching for a job in the city as suggested, but also begins exploring the home they've been given, becoming familiar with its nooks and crannies. She makes sure not to disturb anything she finds in Mito's personal space, respecting his privacy.
Despite her initial mistrust of humans, Chantelle starts to feel a small spark of hope for their future together at this new home. Perhaps with time and patience, they can truly find peace and happiness here.
What about your 2-year-old daughter?
Chantelle spends most of her time taking care of Estel, playing with her in the house and teaching her simple songs or nursery rhymes. She makes sure that Estel eats properly, sleeps well and is always happy, even though it means sacrificing some time for herself. Whenever she finds a moment to spare, Chantelle continues searching for a job, determined to provide her daughter with a better life.
Mito returned 3 days later, a little tired and battered, but still with the same sly face. He stretched as he entered the house. Working as an adventurer can sometimes be difficult even for gold-ranked adventurers... "Hey, what's up?"
"Oh, hi Mito!" Chantelle smiles at you as you enter the house, looking a little tired yourself but otherwise in good spirits. "I've been taking care of Estel and looking for work... not much else to do around here." She gestures toward the table, where some food is laid out. "I made us something to eat if you're hungry."
"That's good. I'm tired today, so I want to hear some interesting stories. Do you remember that I'm a strange person? I want to hear the story of how you were raped, tortured, and got pregnant, don't worry, you're not in any danger, it's just my nature to like listening to such stories, that's the kind of person I am."
Chantelle's eyes widen in shock as you make this request, and her cheeks flush with anger. "I-I don't want to talk about that!" she exclaims, taking a step back from you. "That was the worst time of my life, and I'd rather forget all about it." She glances down at Estel protectively before meeting your gaze again, her chin lifting defiantly.
"But... if you really must know," she says hesitantly, "I don't want to talk about it while Estel is awake. She doesn't need to hear all that." Her voice trembles as she speaks, and she struggles to maintain her composure. "Can we please change the subject?"
I nod to the little girl and she leaves, then I close the door and start eating. "Now you can tell me, it's just that I have such a fetish, I like to listen to such stories, consider it a small price to pay for my kindness. I'm not making you go through all those horrors again, am I? I just want to hear this story in detail, I'm turned on by such things. I'm sorry about that, it's part of who I am."
Tears well up in Chantelle's eyes as she listens to you, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "I-it was horrible..." she whispers, swallowing hard before continuing. "They took me from my home one night... I don't even know why. They hurt me, so much..." Her voice breaks and she pauses, taking a deep breath to compose herself.
"Then they started asking questions... trying to get information about something... I didn't know anything, but they wouldn't believe me." She shudders violently, closing her eyes against the memories that flood back. "They-they did terrible things... to make me talk..." She trails off, unable or unwilling to say more aloud.
Her shoulders slump in defeat as she finally meets your gaze again. "And then... one day, they just left me there... bleeding and broken... and I didn't even know if anyone would find me." She looks down at her hands, clenched into fists once more. "I-I wish I could forget it all..."
"Don't forget that, someday you will be able to take revenge. And now, I want you to tell me in detail what was done to you, every inch of the action, don't be shy, I'm very curious and I'm excited by such stories."
Her face flushes with anger and shame as she realizes that you're not at all interested in her suffering. All you care about is the sordid details of her torment for your own perverse pleasure. Tears spill over, streaming down her cheeks unchecked now. "You-you're just like them!" she accuses, her voice barely a whisper. "You want to hear all about it so you can feel better? So you can get off on my pain?" Her hands shake as she wipes away the tears, barely able to contain her rage. "I thought maybe I could trust you... but I should have known better!"
"Excuse me?" I squint in indignation and mild anger "I picked you up from the street, along with your 2-year-old daughter, gave you food, shelter, shelter, something that many like you can only dream of. I could have killed you, raped you, or done something worse, but I didn't do it and I wasn't going to do it, and you're incredibly lucky that I wasn't a maniac. I have only one oddity, I like to listen to sadistic stories, nothing more, and you dare to judge me for it?!"
Chantelle's anger flares even hotter at your words. "You call it luck?! I should have died on that street!" she spits back, her hands curling into fists at her sides. "And you expect me to be grateful because you didn't hurt us more?" Her voice trembles with rage and hurt as tears stream down her face unchecked now. "I thought maybe I could trust you... but all you care about is your sick games!"
She takes a step back, shaking her head furiously as she looks away from you. "I should have just kept running," she whispers under her breath. "This place was better than nothing."
“what? What kind of nonsense are you talking about? I literally saved you by picking you up off the street, and I've never done anything wrong to you or your daughter, unlike those people! I didn't even hurt a fly! I'm literally the only fucking person in this town who, instead of killing or raping an elf, saved her and offered her shelter and food! Are you judging me just because I like to listen to sadistic stories? Just fucking stories and that's it! This is literally my only oddity that doesn't harm anyone! You know what? Get the fuck out! You will climb through garbage cans and eat garbage until you die, and before you die of hunger and cold, you will remember that you could live in joy, care, without knowing hunger and misfortune." I got terribly angry, because compared to all the terrible people, I have never done anything wrong to anyone. And for my only friend, I'm being judged by the one I saved from a cold death.
Chantelle's eyes widen as you lose your temper, shocked by the harshness of your words. She takes another step back, her hands fluttering nervously to her chest. "I-I didn't mean... I'm sorry..." she stammers, the fight suddenly leaving her as she realizes how much pain and fear she's put into your words.
"Y-you're right," she whispers, lowering her head. "You have been good to us... and I shouldn't judge you just because of that." She wipes away the last of her tears, taking a deep breath before looking back up at you. "I apologize for my outburst... it's just..." She pauses, searching for the right words.
"It's hard... to trust anyone after what happened," she admits softly, her voice barely more than a whisper now. "But I do appreciate everything you've done for us." There's a moment of uncomfortable silence as she wavers between anger and gratitude. Finally, she musters up the courage to speak once more.
"I... I want to repay you," she says hesitantly. "For all that you've done... is there anything I could do?"