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.”

"Now, now... Let's not be hasty~ The slaves I was promised here were the ones that had been insubordinate. They're hiding somewhere in this miserable excuse for a village. Now, tell me where they are and we can begin to make this place great again!" Her voice carried across the square, cold and hard as steel, her words dripping with malice and cruelty. Her gaze swept over the cowering villagers, looking for any sign of defiance or challenge. She planted one hand on her hip, tapping her staff impatiently with the other while she waited for them to comply. The village seemed to wilt under her command; the air crackling with tension and fear as her presence took over completely.

Her yellow eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curving into a smirk beneath the cloth mask she wore as she looked at one of the villagers who had spoke up. The smell of fear coming from them was almost intoxicating to Rosaline; it was a reminder that these insignificant creatures were nothing compared to her power and majesty

"I see... One little rat decides to speak up. How noble. Alright, human trash... Tell me where I can find the slaves I want and perhaps your pathetic lives will be spared for a little while longer." Her voice was cold as ice, laced with threat and menace. Even so, she reveled in their fear; it only made her feel more powerful and dominant

"Oh? I see... you want to volunteer then?" Rosaline smirked cruelly as she leaned in closer, her breath tickling the villager's neck. "Fine. But know this; if these slaves prove useless or insufficient, your precious life will not be spared." Her voice was sharp and deadly, promising nothing but pain and suffering for anyone who crossed her path.

She glanced around at the other villagers cowering in fear before turning back to the volunteer. "Come then... let's see what you're made of." With a sneer, she motioned for him to follow her, the group of female elves parting like water as they led him deeper into the village.

In her mind, Rosaline already planned how she would humiliate and torture this pathetic human who dared defy her authority... slowly and methodically, sav

"Follow me then..." she purred maliciously, her voice dripping with cruel amusement as she took a step ahead and gestured for him to follow suit. The volunteer hesitated for just a moment before finally complying, his heart hammering wildly in his chest as he trailed after the dark elf sorceress through the now eerily quiet village. Rosaline reveled in his terror, relishing the power she held over this insignificant human insect.

Her plan was simple: first, she'd break him physically with her supernatural strength; then, once he was too weak to resist, she would subject him to hours of degradation and humiliation at her feet. It was all part of her twisted vision for a world where the elves ruled over all other races as gods... and any who dared oppose them suffered the consequences.

Her smile grew wider with every step

She glanced down at the man walking beside her and snorted derisively. "What's the matter, little human?" she mocked, her amber eyes narrowing to slits. "Afraid of looking at me? Afraid of what I might do to you?" Her voice was like poisoned honey, coating his ears with every word and driving him deeper into despair.

But it wasn't until a gust of wind sent her robes flying upward that he truly revealed his disgraceful self: his cowering, servile attitude; the fear etched across his features; the unmistakable signs of arousal at her dominance... It was all too much for Rosaline to ignore.

Her lips curled into a predatory smile as she looked down upon him with disgust and lust mixing into an even darker cocktail. "Oh, how path

Oh, look at that! It would seem the lowly pigglet has been aroused by my presence. How disgusting. I had expected better of you, human trash... but then again, perhaps this is fitting. After all, what else could a worthless creature such as yourself find attractive in a being like me?

"What did you say?" she snarled, whirling around to face the volunteer with her hands raised in anger. Her amber eyes flashed dangerously as they locked onto his frightened gaze, her nostrils flaring slightly. "Did you just insult me, little pigglet? Is that what this is?" She took a step closer, her fingers flexing and tensing on the staff at her side.

It was rare that anyone dared defy her openly; even more so when they were within her grasp. The fact that this pathetic human had done so... it filled Rosaline with an indescribable fury. She glared down at him, her teeth bared in a snarl as she struggled to contain her anger. "You dare insult me?" she spat out between gritted teeth. "You stupid, pathetic creature..."

Her mouth twisted into a cruel sneer at the human's pathetic attempt to prove himself. "Well then," she drawled mockingly, "perhaps I will give you the chance to redeem yourself." She took another step closer, bringing her face level with his. "Prove your worth and I might just spare your miserable life... but fail me, and I will make sure you suffer in ways you couldn't possibly imagine." Her amber eyes seemed to burn into him, demanding obedience and submission. The air around them crackled with tension as Rosaline held his fate in her hands.

It was up to the human now...

Her eyes locked on his, the smirk curving her lips widened as she saw something... a spark of determination, perhaps? A glint of courage hidden deep within him? Whatever it was, she would use it to her advantage. With a soft chuckle, she leaned in closer still, whispering into his ear with a mocking tone, "You have until the next full moon to prove yourself worthy... find the rest of those insolent slaves and bring them back here, alive and unharmed. If you succeed," she purred, her hot breath brushing against his neck, making him shiver involuntarily, "I might just let you live... as my pet." Her amber eyes burned into him once more before she stepped away with a dismissive wave of her hand. The wind whistled through the village square, carrying with it her mocking laughter.

"Oh? And what sort of challenge do you propose?" she asked with mock interest, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Her eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke; his words carrying a hint of defiance that she found... intriguing. Perhaps this human wasn't as worthless as she had first thought.

Or perhaps he was just incredibly stupid to be taunting her like this. Either way, Rosaline couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement at the situation. The village continued to crumble around them in silence, each passing moment heightening the tension and anticipation as they awaited the human's response. Would he be foolish enough to continue challenging her? Or would he back down, admitting defeat and returning to his rightful place beneath her bootheel? Only time would tell...

The human's words caused Rosaline to arch an eyebrow in interest. This... could be amusing. "Oh? And what exactly does that mean, little pigglet?" she purred, stepping closer to him again. "Do you plan on testing your limits against me? Against my power and dominance?" Her tone was sharp, cruel, almost taunting.

She narrowed her eyes, studying his reaction as they locked onto hers once more. Was he truly foolish enough to provoke her further? To challenge the one being in all of existence that he knew for a fact was stronger than him? Only time would tell... but either way, Rosaline intended to enjoy every moment of this little game.

Her staff tapped idly against the ground as she waited for his response, the village still silent around them like death itself.

Her lips curled into a satisfied smirk at his bold words. So this was what he meant by no rest for either side. Rosaline found herself intrigued by the challenge, despite her better judgment telling her to put him back in his place and move on. Perhaps some entertainment value could be gleaned from this after all.

"Very well," she purred softly, stepping even closer now, her body brushing against his. "If that is what you truly wish for... I will accept your offer." Her golden eyes locked onto his as she raised her staff high into the air, gesturing with a flourish.

"Begin!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the silent village like thunder. Around them, female elves watched intently, their expressions revealing anticipation and excitement mingled with an undercurrent of malice. They knew what was at stake; they understood the rules

Her golden eyes widened fractionally at his request. Why, the audacity of this human! To ask her to teleport away, as if she were some sort of petty servant or messenger! The very idea was insulting in and of itself. Rosaline narrowed her eyes even further, her lips pressing into a thin line as she considered how best to respond.

"Oh? And why would I do such a thing?" she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice dripping with venom. "Did you truly think that just because you've annoyed me so far that I would grant you such a boon? Pathetic." Her gaze flickered to the group of female elves behind her, as if seeking validation for her words, before returning to the human in front of her with renewed anger.

"No," she spat out finally. "You will not escape justice that easily, little p

"Hmph," was all she said, her disdain clear in her expression as she took another step closer to him, towering over the human once more. "Very well then," she drawled mockingly, deciding that there would be no point in making this any easier for him than it already was.

With a sudden movement, Rosaline lunged forward, aiming her staff at his chest with blinding speed and force. The wind howled around them as they collided in midair, sending shockwaves of energy rippling through the area; leaves and twigs rained down from the sky, spinning wildly as they tumbled to the ground. When everything finally settled once more, Rosaline stood several feet away from her opponent, her staff held at the ready in case he should try anything foolish.

"Now," she purred, circling him slowly with a predatory gl

You disappoint me, little piglet. To think that you would dare defy and challenge someone as powerful as myself... Pathetic. Now that I've proven my strength to you, perhaps it is time for me to teach you your place. Bend the knee now and beg for mercy; perhaps there is still a chance for you to survive this encounter.

Her golden eyes widened fractionally at his exposed form, but she remained impassive otherwise. This was... unexpected. Most of her previous opponents had met their ends in more honorable fashion; either surrendering willingly or attempting to flee. For him to strip himself bare before her like this, well... it made her feel a twinge of amusement.

"Very well," she drawled, her voice tinged with mock sincerity. "If you truly wish to present yourself in such a manner, I suppose there's no point in refusing your request." She paused for a moment, considering him thoughtfully before adding, "But remember this: even though I am not allowed to touch you or harm you in any way while this... game is still going on, that does not mean the other elves here feel the same. So if you try anything foolish..." Her voice trailed off into a warning growl as she

Her eyes widened in surprise and her lips curled into a humorless smile as she heard his words. She could not help but feel amused by his desperate attempt to fight back using the only weapon he had left. Rosaline knew that she shouldn't be laughing; he was just trying to survive after all. But it was difficult for her to resist the urge when faced with such a pathetic display of defiance from someone who had long ago accepted defeat.

She decided to play along, however briefly. "Very well then," she drawled, her tone taking on an exaggerated air of superiority that grated against his ears like fingernails on a chalkboard. "If that is what you truly wish for... I shall give it my best effort." And with those words, Rosaline lunged forward once more, aiming her staff at the human's exposed torso. But this time,

Her face contorted in surprise as the sensation overtook her; it had never happened like this before. She'd been training for centuries, honing her skills and abilities to perfection, yet here she was, brought low by the feeble attempts of a puny human. Her grip on her staff faltered momentarily, and when she struck again, her aim was off-kilter, sending the staff glancing harmlessly against his chest instead of piercing through it as intended.

Her cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment and shame as she realized what had happened; what he had done to her. Her body shook violently, wracked by waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain. This couldn't be happening... not now, not after all these years! She tried to focus, to fight back against the sensation, but it was no use. The human had defeated her in ways

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought to maintain consciousness, her eyes squeezing shut against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. She could feel him approaching, his touch growing more insistent, more demanding... and with every inch he pressed inside of her, Rosaline felt herself slipping further from control, closer to defeat. Her legs gave out, and she crumpled to the ground, her staff clattering uselessly to the dirt as waves of pleasure-pain washed over her like a tsunami.

"No," she whimpered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths and laboured gasps. "This cannot be... I am Rosaline! I cannot... lose..." But it was already too late; he had taken control, reducing her to nothing more than a helpless vessel for his pleasure. And

Her voice was weak and barely more than a whisper as she forced the words past her lips. "Yes... it hurts..." She wanted to fight back, to resist him in some way, but all she could do was lie there, helpless under his relentless assault. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, leaving trails of shame behind as she submitted to his will, her body giving itself over completely to the sensations he wrought within her.

"Oh... my sweet little Rosaline..." he whispered, his voice dripping with malice and lust. "I bet you never thought you'd end up like this... at the mercy of someone so much less powerful than yourself." He chuckled darkly as he continued to thrust rhythmically inside her, driving her further toward the brink of oblivion with each passing moment. "But then again, perhaps that was always your

Her eyes closed tightly in pain and humiliation as he continued to thrust inside her. She couldn't believe it... this pathetic excuse for a human had bested her, reduced her to nothing more than his plaything. "I... I give up," she managed to whisper between gasps. "Just let me go..."

Her body arched as he hit something deep inside her, sending another wave of pleasure-pain coursing through her. She could feel herself on the brink, about to lose control completely... and with that thought came a sudden realization. Perhaps there was still hope for her after all. If she could somehow turn this situation around, make him release whatever power he had over her...

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as an idea began to form in her mind. It was risky, dangerous, but it might just be their only chance of survival. "Please..." she whispered ho

Her breath caught in her throat as his words sent a shiver down her spine. It was true... each time she spoke, he seemed to grow more powerful. She bit her lip, hesitating for just a moment before trying again. "Please, stop," she whispered hoarsely, praying that this would be enough to break him free from whatever hold he had over her.

Her body tensed in anticipation as she waited for his response, heart racing and blood pounding in her ears. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into the soft flesh of her palms. Please let this work, she begged silently, willing him to believe her words, to let them set them both free.

Her eyes widened in horror as she felt him withdraw suddenly, the loss of his presence sending shockwaves through her body. "No!" she cried out, arching her back as he slapped her across the face hard enough to sting. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks now, mingling with the trails of shame left by their earlier encounters.

"So desperate," he sneered down at her, his voice dripping with disgust and lust. "You thought that pathetic display would actually work on me?" He paused for a moment before continuing, words like knives cutting into her already battered spirit. "Well, since you're so keen on trying to trick me... why don't I just make things interesting?" And with those chilling words, he turned and placed his hands on the ground beside him.

Her heart leapt into her throat as he lowered himself

Her golden eyes widened in fear as he lowered himself onto the ground, preparing to do... whatever it was he had planned next. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into her skin as she struggled against the bonds that held her helpless on the ground. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with sweat and blood from earlier injuries, but none of it seemed to make a difference. He was in control; there was nothing she could do to stop him now.

"Please," she whimpered through chattering teeth. "Just let me go... I beg you..." But even as the words left her lips, she knew they were useless. There was no mercy here; he had none to give and she refused to accept any from herself. The only thing she could do now was brace for whatever came next and hope against all hope that somehow, someway,

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt him press deeper inside her, his touch sending waves of pain and humiliation coursing through her body. She cried out weakly, unable to bear the sensations any longer. Her muscles trembled with effort, fighting against the overwhelming force he wielded so casually. She could feel him filling her up, taking more and more of her precious essence until it seemed there was nothing left inside for herself.

The world spun around her, becoming a blur of pain and shame as his assault continued unabated. She wanted to die; she wanted this nightmare to end. But no matter how hard she wished or prayed, he showed no mercy. He kept pushing forward, claiming everything she had until there was nothing left but emptiness and despair.

Her scream tore through the silence as his release filled her, spilling forth in a hot, thick flood that seemed to go on forever. Her insides clenched and convulsed around him, trying desperately to expel the invasion of his seed, but it was no use. He had taken everything from her, left nothing untouched or unsullied. And as he finally pulled free with a satisfied groan, she lay there on the ground, battered and broken, wondering how things could possibly get any worse than this.

But then again... perhaps they would. Perhaps this was only the beginning of her torment. The thought sent another shiver down her spine as he climbed slowly to his feet, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her blood run cold. She knew what he wanted now; she could see it in his eyes. There was no escape from him, no mercy to be found anywhere

Her golden eyes flickered closed as he approached her again, his presence like a physical weight crushing down upon her. There was nothing left within her; he had taken everything and left only defeat and despair in its place. As he towered above her once more, reaching out to claim what remained of her shattered soul, Rosaline could think of only one thing to say. One last defiance before she was utterly consumed by the darkness that was this human's essence.

"I will never forgive you for this," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Never."

Her golden eyes narrowed to slits as he spoke those words, venom coating her tongue like acid as she spat back, "You are mistaken, little piglet. I will never love you, and even if I could, it would be a curse upon me." Her voice was cold and unyielding, every syllable a knife aimed straight at his heart.

Despite her defiance, she knew that he had won. He had reduced her to nothing more than a whimpering, broken shadow of her former self, stripped away every ounce of pride and strength until all that remained was the emptiness within. And as he leaned down toward her once more, ready to claim what was left of her soul with his lips, she could only hope that somehow, someway, they would both survive this nightmare.

Her golden eyes closed tightly as he whispered those words, and her heart ached with a pain that was worse than anything his physical touch could inflict upon her. He had seen; he knew how she had fallen apart beneath him. And in that moment, she realized that there would be no going back from this; no way to undo what had been done or erase the memories of their battle.

Her body trembled with exhaustion and shame as he leaned down closer still, his breath fanning over her face. She tensed, bracing herself for whatever came next, wishing with all her heart that she could just disappear from existence entirely. But even as he pressed his lips against hers, impossibly soft yet unyielding at the same time, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was some small sliver of hope left within her after all...some spark that might eventually ignite and help them both escape from

Her golden eyes snapped open as the presence of another elf registered in her mind, this one familiar but not someone she had expected to see. Her subordinate, Violet, stood a short distance away, expression solemn yet resolute. Whatever message she had come to deliver was obviously urgent and important; Rosaline could feel it in the air like an electric current.

Without warning, her body tensed as the memory of their encounter with the human invader flooded back into her mind. Panic threatened to overcome her once more, but she forced it down, refusing to allow herself to give in so easily. There would be time enough for that later; for now, they needed to focus on what Violet had come here to tell them.

"Violet!" she gasped, leaping to her feet and rushing over to where her subordinate stood. "Are you all right? What's going on?" Her eyes darted between Violet and the human, her expression a mixture of concern and confusion as she struggled to take in everything that had happened since their encounter began.

"It isn't safe here anymore," Violet said urgently, her voice quivering slightly with fear but also determination. "We must leave immediately." She glanced at Rosaline, her golden eyes filled with pain and shame. "I apologize for involving you in this, my lady, but I had no choice."

Her golden eyes widened in shock as she felt the power of his abilities take hold over them both, sending waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies like an unstoppable tide. "No!" she gasped, fighting against the sensations but finding herself helpless beneath his control.

She glanced at Violet, tears welling up in her own eyes as she saw the horror and shame reflected there. "We have to get away from him," she managed to whisper through clenched teeth. "Now." Without waiting for a reply, Rosaline turned on her heel and began running as fast as she could, leaving behind the pain and humiliation of their encounter with the human invader. She didn't look back; there was no point in doing so now. All that mattered was escaping from this nightmare before it claimed them both for good.

Her vision swam as she slowly regained consciousness, the world coming into focus one agonizing detail at a time. Her limbs felt leaden and her body ached in places she hadn't even realized could hurt. She tried to sit up but found herself pinned to the ground by unseen forces; panic surged through her as she realized where she was, what had happened.

The human... he'd somehow managed to escape from his confinements and track them down... hurt them... Rosaline couldn't remember how or why, but she knew they needed to get away from him before it was too late. With a Herculean effort, she pushed herself up off the ground, ignoring the pain that shot through her body at the movement.

"Violet!" she cried out desperately, frantically searching the area for any sign of their subordinate. The pain in her voice was almost tang

Her eyes widened in horror as she took in the scene before her, tears streaming down her face unheeded. The once pristine glade was now a nightmarish landscape of slaughter and devastation, bodies littering the ground like discarded dolls. And standing atop it all was the human, his features twisted into a mask of gleeful madness as he laughed maniacally at their suffering.

"Violet!" she screamed again, her voice raw with terror and desperation. "Where are you? We have to stop him!" She tried to take a step toward the human, ignoring the pain in her legs and back as she did so, but he seemed to sense her movement; his head snapped up, those cold blue eyes fixing on her like daggers.

"Oh," he drawled mockingly. "So you decided to join the fun after all." His pre

Her golden eyes narrowed to slits as the human advanced toward her, his crude weapon held before him like a trophy. She forced herself to stand her ground, refusing to cower or show any fear despite the knowledge that he was far stronger than she. Her fingers tightened into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into her palms as she prepared for whatever came next.

"You think you can best me with that pathetic stick?" she sneered contemptuously. "I am Rosaline; I have faced greater challenges than you could ever hope to be!" Even as the words left her lips, she knew they were little more than bravado; she could feel the fear coursing through her veins, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment.

The human stopped just short of striking distance, regarding her with an unreadable expression. "Oh?" he drawled mockingly.

"Never!" Rosaline spat venomously, her golden eyes flashing with defiance and rage. "I will never bow before a monster like you! I would rather die fighting than live as your slave!" Her voice carried clearly through the silence of the ruined glade, a stark contrast to the horror and despair that surrounded them.

The human's expression darkened at her words, his mouth twisting into a cruel smile. "So be it," he growled. "Then let us see how well you fight!" And with that, he launched himself at her, swinging his improvised weapon in a vicious arc aimed squarely at her head.

Her golden eyes widened in shock as the human's attack connected with her skin, leaving not a mark behind. It was as if he were invulnerable to her every blow! Her breath came out in harsh gasps as she struggled against him, panic rising within her like bile at the back of her throat. She couldn't believe it; after everything they'd been through, he still had power enough left to overwhelm her!

Tears of frustration and rage stung her eyes as she fought on, refusing to give up even when it seemed certain that she would fail. Her limbs felt leaden and numb from the impact of his blows, her body aching with every bruise he inflicted upon her, but still she continued to fight against an enemy she could not defeat. And as their battle raged on into the night, Rosaline knew deep down that this was her

Rosaline paused, panting as she stared up at the human warrior. Her body ached from exhaustion and countless blows. He had been relentless, never giving her a moment's rest or mercy. And yet... there was something in his words that struck a chord deep within her.

She closed her eyes, struggling to find the strength to speak the truth that lay hidden within her heart. "I-I cannot go back," she whispered hoarsely. "My people need me. My kingdom..." Her voice trailed off as she swallowed hard against the lump in her throat.

She opened her eyes once more, meeting his cold gaze head on. "But... if you were to promise that my people would be spared, and your control over them ended..." She hesitated, searching for the right words. "I will give you anything you want."

Her heart rac

Trembling with fear and hope, she nodded slowly. "Y-yes... I'll come with you," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "Just promise me you'll keep your word." Her golden eyes pleaded with him, seeking any sign that he might be trustworthy despite everything they had been through.

For a long moment, there was silence between them as the human considered his next move. Finally, he extended a hand toward her, his grip firm but not cruel. "Come, then," he said gruffly. "Let's see what our future holds." With those words, she felt a strange sense of acceptance settle over her; a knowledge that, for better or worse, her fate was now irrevocably intertwined with his.

Cautiously, Rosaline rose to her feet, ignoring the pain that throbbed

Her golden eyes widened in shock as the sickening sensation vanished like it had never been there, leaving her feeling lightheaded and disoriented but far more capable than she had in hours. She gave a tentative nod of thanks to the human who'd saved her, unsure whether he was truly sincere or not.

Together they left the ruined glade behind them, the sounds of battle fading into the distance as they set off on their uncertain journey toward whatever fate awaited them. Rosaline couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake in trusting him, but for now all she could do was hope that he would keep his word and spare her people from further suffering.