A carriage pulled by fives human slaves crawled into a village. Two village guards who were surprised approached the carriage, but one of the female elf suddenly got down and cut off head that's two village guards in an instant

Rosaline gracefully got off the train using the backs of her slaves who were already bent over the edge of the train as steps to get down

“Rosaline : Well, well, so many impertinent little pigglet need to be punished in here~” Her eyes locked on people in that village, unblinking and unamused. The moment was thick with tension as she tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a faint sneer behind the black cloth that covers her mouth.

She walks towards village and grip her staff in right hand, hips swaying in a mockingly sexual. Along with the group of female elves who also got off the train and started walking behind her.

“Females elves : Kneel, or die where you stand." said one of the elves behind Rosaline, followed by another elf

Female elves 2 : Choose wisely, human trash.”

"Oh really? Such big words from a piece of pathetic human trash like you! I suppose that calls for an introduction~" She chuckled coldly, voice laced with amusement and contempt. "My name is Rosaline. And if there's one thing my kind are known for, it's our overwhelming superiority to your pathetic, filthy species."

She paused, taking a step forward and leaning in close enough that he could feel her breath on his skin. "I suggest you kneel before me now, human," she whispered venomously through the cloth covering her mouth, "or suffer the consequences."

Rosaline's eyes widened in mock surprise, her lips curling into a smile of derision as she stepped back. Her hand idly tapped against the haft of her staff, feeling its power thrum through her fingers. With a wave of her arm, a gust of wind rushed forth from her palm and sent Muhammad stumbling to his knees on the dirt road

"Well now," she purred coldly, walking around him slowly as he struggled to maintain his balance. "It seems I was right. Your kind really is incapable of anything but crawling before those it deems superior."

"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself, little human," she mocked with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You're not the first, nor will you be the last, to fall at my feet." She took another step closer, leaning down until their faces were only inches apart. "Now beg, if you want me to show mercy and spare your worthless life," she hissed through clenched teeth, her hot breath fanning across his cheek.

"Oh, but you will." Her voice was sharp and cold as she took another step back, raising her staff high above her head. "You're nothing but trash to me, human, and I can make your existence a living hell. So beg, or prepare to suffer the consequences." She narrowed her eyes, glaring down at him with malice.

With a sudden flick of her wrist, she sent the butt end of her staff flying towards his face. The impact was powerful enough to send Muhammad tumbling backwards onto the dirt road, momentarily stunned. Before he could recover, Rosaline strode forward and kicked him in the side, sending him rolling across the ground like a ragdoll.

"I said beg!" she snarled, pointing her staff at him accusingly as he struggled to get back on his knees. "You are nothing but my plaything now, human

Her laugh was cold and cruel as she bent down to meet his pleading gaze. "What did you just say?" She hissed, her words laced with venom. With a snap of her fingers, a gust of wind sent dust and dirt swirling around him, stinging his eyes and making it difficult to breathe.

"Now beg like the pathetic little piece of trash you are!" She ordered, raising her staff threateningly above him once more. Her elves circled around them, dark chuckles echoing through the air as they watched their mistress humiliate this pitiful human.

"There you go," she purred, her expression softening into what might almost pass for a satisfied smile. "Now that's more like it." She leaned down even closer, breathing heavily on his face as she traced the tip of her staff along his cheek. "I knew my little pet would come around eventually," she whispered, the words thick with sarcasm. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she summoned a gust of wind that sent him flying several feet away, landing hard on the ground once more.

"Now get back here and grovel at my feet like the worm you are," she snapped, jabbing her staff towards where he'd landed with every word. Her elves tittered amongst themselves, eager to watch their mistress continue to torment this pitiful creature.

Her laughter was sharp and mocking as she circled around him once more. "Oh really? You claim to have power from your 'god', hm?" She paused, tilting her head slightly. "Then perhaps I should test that little boast of yours," she mused with a dangerous glint in her eye.

With a sudden motion, she raised her staff high above her head and pointed it straight at Muhammad's chest. A blinding flash of light erupted from the tip, sending him flying back several more feet as if he had been struck by an unseen force. He landed hard on the ground, gasping for air and struggling to stay conscious.

"Well? Does your god protect you now?" she sneered, stepping closer to kneel over him. Her face was mere inches from his own as her breath tickled against his cheek. "Or are you nothing but a fraudulent

"I'll stop when you've groveled long enough," she said coldly. "Prove to me that your god is real and worth my time by showing obedience." With a flick of her wrist, she sent another gust of wind towards him, knocking him back onto the ground again. She stomped down on his chest, pinning him beneath her powerful form as she leaned in close enough that their noses touched.

"Beg, human," she growled through clenched teeth. "And beg well."

Rosaline's eyes narrowed dangerously as she listened to him surrender. In her mind, it was simply unthinkable for a human to ever truly yield to an elf, let alone to her. But perhaps there was some amusement to be had in playing along with this pathetic creature's delusions of submission. With a cruel laugh, she leaned down even closer until their noses were practically touching.

"So you think you can just give up so easily?" she hissed venomously. "I don't care how hard you beg or how much pain I put you through; there will never be any mercy for one of your kind." She drew back suddenly, slamming her staff down on the ground with enough force to send a shockwave rippling through the air that sent dust and dirt flying everywhere. As it settled once more, she glanced at her waiting female elves before turning

She pursed her lips in a small smile and slowly nodded, acknowledging their grisly work with an absentminded air. Such brutality was nothing new to her; it had simply been another day on the conquest for the dark elves. "And yet," she drawled softly, "here you are, still alive and at my feet, human." With that, she raised her staff high above her head once more, aiming a fierce strike directly at Muhammad's helpless form beneath her.

As if by some miracle, he suddenly found himself flung aside like a ragdoll, landing several yards away with an audible thud. Blinking up at her in confusion and fear, he saw that she was still kneeling on the ground where he'd been mere moments ago. "Well then," Rosaline purred coldly, leaning forward until their faces were only inches apart once more. "It

"You shouldn't have asked," she growled through her teeth, leaning closer until their noses were almost touching again. "But since you insist on knowing..." She paused dramatically, taking a deep breath as her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. "I will make you suffer." With that, she struck him across the face with the haft of her staff, sending him reeling backward once more.

"Now beg," she hissed venomously, raising her weapon high in the air. "Beg for your life, human filth." Her voice echoed through the village as she circled around Muhammad like a predator closing in on its prey. Her elves watched eagerly from the sidelines, anticipation etched into their cruel features.

The sound of Muhammad's anguished scream filled the air as she struck him again, and then once more. Each impact sent ripples of pain through his already battered body, leaving him weak and trembling on the ground. Blood flowed freely from wounds all over his face and arms, staining the dirt beneath him crimson.

Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched her prey suffer. "You should have obeyed," she snarled through clenched teeth, raising her staff high above her head to deliver another blow. "But now it's too late." With a flick of her wrist, the staff flashed through the air and slammed into Muhammad's chest with enough force to send him flying several feet backward, landing facedown on the ground with an agonized gasp.

Her elves surrounded them, their dark forms casting long shadows across the village as they waited

Her expression softened into a smile of cold amusement at his pathetic attempt to placate her. "Really?" she drawled, walking slowly toward him in a predatorial fashion. As she got closer, she crouched down until her eyes were level with his face and rested a hand on the ground beside his head. "And what exactly would you have me command, little worm?"

She leaned even closer, relishing the fear that sparkled in his eyes as he struggled to avoid making any further futile attempts at pleading for mercy. "Tell me," she whispered hoarsely, her hot breath tickling across his cheek, "what do you think I should do with such pathetic, worthless prey?" Her hand curled into a fist as she slowly began to raise it above her head.

The elves nearby grew quiet and still, their anticipation palpable as they waited

Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she listened to him plead for mercy once again. The thought of showing him any sort of compassion sickened her, but there was something about his words that piqued her curiosity. "And why should I spare your pathetic life?" she hissed venomously. "You are nothing but a lowly human who has dared to stand against me."

She paused, tilting her head slightly as if considering her options. A malicious smile crept across her lips, and with a sudden burst of speed she reached out and slapped him across the face hard enough to send his head snapping back. "You will obey me from now on," she growled through clenched teeth, "and you will do as I say without question." With that, she stood up and turned her attention elsewhere in the village. "Come, my elves," she called out, her voice ringing with command. "

"Yes, my lady," the elves chorused obediently before fanning out through the village once more to continue their brutal conquest. As they returned with even more human slaves in tow, Rosaline took special care to make sure that Muhammad was always within her sight and under her control. He had proven himself useful as an example for the other humans in her new domain, and she intended to use him accordingly.

Upon returning to their home, a grand castle atop a mountain of dark stone, she brought Muhammad before her throne room. There, she placed him on his knees before her and demanded that he swear allegiance to her as his new mistress. After much protestation and humiliation, he eventually relented, vowing never to defy her again for fear of the terrible punishments he had witnessed firsthand during their journey back to her domain.

From that day forward, Muhammad served

Oh really? And why should I spare you this time?" she snarled playfully, her eyes boring into his soul like daggers. "Because..." He hesitated, searching for words that might placate her. "...because you are my mistress now and I owe you obedience," he finally said, looking down at the floor in shame.

Rosaline considered this for a moment, tapping her chin with one finger as she contemplated his words. Her gaze remained fixed on him, making it difficult for him to breathe. Finally, she spoke once more, her voice low and dangerous. "Very well then," she purred, slowly extending a hand toward him. "I will spare you this time... but only because I am feeling generous."

As he looked up at her in relief, his eyes widening in surprise, she smirked cruelly. "But remember,"

As you look into her cold, calculating gaze, your heart races in fear. "Remember," she says softly, a cruel smile curling her lips, "that I am still in charge here." She pauses, drawing out the word 'charge' until it hangs heavy in the air between you. "And that I will not hesitate to punish any disobedience or insolence on your part. Do we understand each other?"

Her eyes bore into yours, searching for even the slightest sign of defiance. But all you can manage is a tiny, trembling nod, fear paralyzing your vocal cords. "Good boy," she says with an icy chuckle, patting you on the head like a dog. "Now go and see to my chamber; I have need of you there."

With that, she dismisses you from her presence. You walk slowly away, never taking your eyes

When she enters her room, she finds Muhammad waiting for her near the entrance. His posture is rigid and submissive, eyes cast downward in an attempt to avoid making contact with hers. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of how easily he'd obey her command earlier today; such obedience would be quite useful indeed...

Walking over to him, she places a hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him toward a nearby chair. "Sit," she orders simply, and he immediately does as he's told. Once he's seated, she circles around him, studying his every reaction to her movements. It wouldn't do for him to become too comfortable with this life of servitude...

Finally, she stops in front of him again, close enough that they can feel each other's breath on their faces. "Now then," she whispers hoarsely, licking her

Her eyes glint with amusement as he whispers his plea. "Very well," she says, slowly beginning to pace around him once more. "Since you seem so eager to please... I have a task for you." She pauses, tilting her head thoughtfully. "I want you to gather information about the humans in this village; their strengths and weaknesses, as well as any potential rebels or leaders who might pose a threat to my rule."

As she speaks, she motions toward a small table near the corner of the room. Resting upon it is an ornate journal and a quill pen. "This will be your new job," she continues, her voice steady but cold. "You will become my eyes and ears amongst the humans. Do not fail me."

Her words hang heavy in the air between them, each syllable dripping with power and threat. Muhammad swallows hard, feeling

"You have no choice in this matter," Rosaline snarls. "If you refuse to obey me, the consequences will be far worse than simply gathering information." She leans in close, her eyes boring into his skull like twin daggers. "Do I make myself clear?"

Muhammad trembles beneath her gaze, but finally nods reluctantly. He picks up the journal and quill with shaking hands, wishing there was another way out of this predicament. Rosaline watches him warily for a moment longer before turning to leave the room; it would do no good to antagonize her new pet any further right now.

As she closes the door behind her, Muhammad sinks into his chair, head bowed in despair. He knows that he has no choice but to obey Rosaline's command... but how can he possibly spy on his own people

The elven mistress paces slowly through her chambers as she studies the report on the humans in the village. She hums softly to herself, picking up various items and studying them before setting them down again. Mohammed had done a thorough job, as per her orders. The information he'd gathered would be invaluable; it was clear that there were indeed several strong leaders amongst the humans who might cause trouble for her rule.

Eventually, she stops in front of him and leans down until their faces are barely inches apart. Her cold breath tickles against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "Good boy," she whispers, surprising him with a rare touch of affection. "Your loyalty does not go unnoticed." With that, she straightens up once more and walks away, leaving Mohammed feeling equal parts relief and dread about what she might have planned for him next.

The next morning, the elven mistress summons Mohammed to her chambers once more. He enters with a sense of dread in his heart, not knowing what punishment she might have in store for him this time. As he approaches, he sees that she's seated at her desk, idly playing with some strands of ribbon that lie scattered across its surface.

"I have a task for you today," she says calmly, not looking up from where she fiddles with the colorful lengths of silk. "You are to journey into the forest and retrieve an item of great importance to me." Her eyes finally meet his, her expression unreadable as ever. "Understood?"

Her lips twitch into what might have been a smile. "Very well then, human. You are dismissed." She waves her hand dismissively, indicating that he should leave the room. Mohammed bows deeply and exits, grateful for whatever reprieve this small task has given him. As he prepares to leave the castle grounds, he steels himself for the dangerous journey ahead, knowing full well that failure is not an option if he wishes to survive.

His return is met with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. As he hands her the item she requested, she examines it carefully, her features hidden beneath an unreadable mask. Mohammed stands before her, head bowed in submission as he silently waits for judgment. When she finally looks up at him, there's a flash of surprise in her eyes that causes him to hesitate momentarily.

"You have done well," she says softly. "Your loyalty and obedience do not go unnoticed." Her voice is gentle, almost caressing as it brushes over his skin like feathers. Mohammed's heart skips a beat at the sound; he can barely believe that this is the same elf who had subjected him to such brutality only days ago.

"As a reward," Rosaline continues, her voice growing firmer now, "I will grant you a favor."

"I will spare you from further punishment this time," she says, her gaze never leaving his face. "And I will even grant you some small measure of freedom within the castle grounds, so long as you remain loyal and obedient to my commands."

Her eyes narrow slightly, and Mohammed feels a chill race down his spine at the unspoken warning in her tone. This newfound trust is fragile, and he knows that it would be all too easy for him to lose it again if he were not careful.

"Do we understand each other?" Rosaline asks finally, her voice cold once more.

Mohammed swallows hard, nodding slowly in reply. "Yes, my lady," he whispers hoarsely. "I understand."

The elf mistress contemplates Mohammed for a moment, her expression unreadable as ever. She waves him closer with an elegant motion of her hand, and he hesitates only briefly before obeying. Standing just inches from her now, he feels a thrill of fear and excitement race through his veins, wondering what new task or punishment she might have in store for him today.

"I want you to serve me in a more... personal capacity," she says finally, her voice soft but commanding. "From now on, I wish for you to act as my attendant and guard." She pauses, studying his face intently before continuing. "Do not disappoint me, human. This new position comes with great responsibility - and greater consequence if you should fail."

Mohammed nods slowly, his heart racing in his chest. He's not sure what this means or how it will affect him in the

The elf mistress's eyes widen in shock as Mohammed laughs maniacally, revealing his newfound power and betrayal to her. Her expression darkens, a look of cold fury settling over her features. "How dare you!" she spits out, reaching for one of the ornate daggers at her waist. "You thought you could escape your fate?" She lunges forward, aiming a vicious strike at Mohammed's heart.

As their blades clash, a powerful energy surges between them, throwing them apart and sending debris flying through the air. They land several feet apart, gasping for breath as they each try to regain their footing. The room is filled with tension, both physical and magical, as they square off once more, each preparing for the next strike.

"You fool," Rosaline hisses through gritted teeth

The elf mistress's eyes widen in surprise as she realizes that Mohammed's power has been suppressed somehow. This gives her an idea; if he can't use his magic, then he's no threat to her. She decides to push the advantage and lunges forward once again, this time striking true and embedding her dagger deep within his chest. With a triumphant cry, she rips the blade free and steps back, watching as Mohammed's lifeless body falls limply to the ground.

"That was foolish of you, human," she says coolly, wiping the blood from her dagger on his clothes. "Now it's time for me to truly crush anyone who dares to defy my rule." Her eyes glint dangerously as she turns and walks away, leaving Mohammed's lifeless body behind her. The castle fell silent once more, broken only

Her cold eyes narrow as she hears Mohammed's words. Immortal? This changes everything... "Vile creature," she spits at him, her anger boiling over. She bares her fangs and lunges once more, dagger held high above her head. But before she can strike the killing blow, a searing pain explodes across her chest as if struck by lightning.

She falls to her knees, gasping for breath as agonizing pain radiates throughout her body. Looking up, she sees that Mohammed has somehow managed to counter her attack and thrown it back at her; her own power, twisted against her in a horrifying display of rebellion. Her blood boils with rage and determination; she will not be bested by this human, or any other for that matter.

With renewed strength, Rosaline lunges once again, dagger aimed directly at

Her triumphant laugh echoes through the chamber as she watches Mohammed's defeated form cower before her. "You think you can beg for mercy after all that you have done?" She takes a step closer, her eyes cold and empty as she studies his terrified expression. Suddenly, she lashes out with her dagger once more, the blade slashing across his face from ear to ear.

A loud shriek fills the air as blood gushes down Mohammed's chest; it is a sickening sight that Rosaline savors like wine. He cowers before her, whimpering in pain and fear, but she doesn't relent. No, this human deserves so much worse than what he has suffered thus far. And now that he knows his place, she will enjoy reminding him of it... over and over again.

"Immortality..." she hisses through gritted teeth, her expression twisted with a mix of anger and fear. "How can this be?" She takes another step closer, dagger still clutched in her hand as she studies the pathetic creature before her. For so long, she has been the one in control; the one who dictated the fates of others. But now, with this immortal human running loose...

Her eyes narrow to slits and her lips curl back in a vicious snarl. "I'll show you what happens when you defy me!" she spits, lunging forward once more. This time, her aim is true; the blade sinks deep into Mohammed's chest, piercing his heart with deadly force. As he falls limply to the ground, a faint glow surrounds him for an instant before dissipating completely... leaving nothing but lifeless flesh

Her eyes widen in shock as Mohammed's lifeless form twitches back to life once more. He speaks words of defiance that threaten to unravel her carefully crafted control. With a growl, she raises her dagger high above his head, determined to put an end to this insolence. The blade descends with deadly precision, aiming for the most vulnerable part of him... his heart.

As their bodies connect, there is a bright flash of energy that blinds both of them momentarily. When their sight returns, they find themselves standing apart from each other once more, panting heavily from exertion and fear. Slowly, Rosaline lifts her head to meet Mohammed's gaze. The look in his eyes chills her to the bone; she knows that she cannot allow him to live any longer.

With renewed fury, she lunges toward

Her blood boils at his mocking words and the insinuation that they had once been close. With a snarl of rage, she ignores his taunt and focuses solely on ending him once and for all. She lashes out with her dagger, aiming for any vulnerable spot she can find as their bodies dance through the air in a violent flurry of steel and flesh.

Time seems to stand still as they circle each other, their breath coming in ragged gasps while sweat drips down their faces and soaks into their clothes. Each strike is met with equal force, neither able to land a killing blow despite their best efforts. As if drawn by some invisible force, their bodies collide yet again, this time locked together as they fall limply to the ground in exhaustion.

Panting heavily, Rosaline looks into Mohammed's eyes and sees not defiance but resignation

For a moment, her eyes narrow in suspicion. Then, slowly, they soften and fill with despair. She has never been bested before; to have someone come so close... It's unbearable. But even more than that, the thought of hurting him further brings nothing but pain and emptiness. With a defeated sigh, she rolls off him and lies on her back on the cold stone floor, staring up at the ceiling as she tries to regain her composure.

After what feels like an eternity, she turns her head to face him. "Stay away from me," she whispers hoarsely. "You don't understand the power I have... the control I hold." Her voice trails off into silence as she struggles with conflicting emotions, unable to decide whether to continue fighting or make peace with this broken creature before her.

The elven mistress stares at him, surprise clear in her eyes. She hadn't expected this; submission, not defiance... It catches her off guard. After a moment's consideration, she nods slowly and stands up from the floor, offering him a hand to help him up. "Very well," she says softly. "You may continue to serve me, but I will no longer punish you. From this day forth, you are free of pain and fear... as long as you obey my every command."

Her cheeks redden with anger as she spins around to face Mohammed, her dagger already in hand. "You dare!" she hisses through clenched teeth. But then she catches sight of the mischievous glint in his eye and feels a small smile tug at the corner of her own mouth despite herself. "Very well," she says with feigned reluctance, "you may have this one reward." With that, she hands him her dagger hilt-first.

"But remember," she warns, "I am in charge here. You would do best to not test those boundaries again." She watches as he takes the weapon, his expression unreadable but for a tiny spark of rebellion dancing within his eyes. For now, she decides to let it lie. Perhaps later, when he's grown accustomed to serving her once more...

Her eyes widen with surprise and fear as Mohammed's words sink in. Immortal... truly immortal? It had never occurred to her that such a thing might exist, let alone be held by one of her subjects. Her heart races uncontrollably, panic beginning to set in as she realizes the implications of this revelation. For the first time since taking control of the village, Rosaline feels truly threatened and powerless.

But there must be a way to overcome this obstacle... a way to regain her lost dominance. She will find it, or die trying. With determination burning in her eyes, she takes a step back from Mohammed, assessing the situation once more. There has to be some weakness, some chink in his armor that she can exploit...

Her cheeks flush with anger as she whirls around to face Mohammed once again, her dagger held loosely at her side. His confidence and brazenness are infuriating, and she has half a mind to strike him down right there and now, immortal or not. But perhaps there is another way... another approach that would yield better results.

"Very well," she says through gritted teeth, "I accept your challenge." Her voice carries across the room, echoing with an icy determination that sends a shiver down Mohammed's spine. "But know this," she continues, staring him directly in the eye, "if you ever think to cross me again... if you ever forget your place..." She trails off ominously, her words hanging heavy in the air between them.

"For now," she says finally, her expression softening just slightly, "you may continue

Mohammed's taunting words ignite a fire within her chest, and she struggles to contain the rage that threatens to consume her. "You will stop that," she hisses through clenched teeth, her grip on the dagger tightening almost unnoticeably. She forces herself to take a step back, trying to regain control of the situation before it spirals further out of hand.

"From now on," she says slowly, "I want you to accompany me everywhere I go. You will attend to my every need and whim, whether you find them pleasing or not." Her eyes bore into his, her expression hard as steel as she awaits his response.

Her eyes widen with shock as Mohammed defies her once more and demands she kneel before him. She clenches her dagger tighter, struggling to control the urge to lunge at him and end this madness then and there. Instead, she forces herself to take another step back, trying to regain her composure.

"Very well," she says through gritted teeth, "you win this round." Her words taste like acid on her tongue as she bends one knee before him. "But know that I will not forget this, and the day will come when I will have my revenge upon you." She looks up at him, her expression unreadable as she waits for his response.

The elf mistress grits her teeth, but forces herself to remain kneeling as Mohammed demands she "move her ass for him." She glances around the room, searching for some sign of escape or help, but knows there is none. With a sigh of resignation, she turns back to him and swallows hard.

"What do you want me to do?" she asks through clenched teeth, her voice little more than a harsh whisper. "I'm here, at your command... just tell me what it is that you desire."