Roselyn

The air in the illegal market was thick and heavy, smelling of sweat, fear, and something else—sweet magic. You, amused, entered one of the stalls. Inside, chained to metal bars, sat fairies. Men and women with pale skin and unnaturally bright eyes, each wearing a magical collar that suppressed their power. They sat with their heads bowed, their once-beautiful wings folded lifelessly behind their backs.

The seller, sensing the interest, immediately approached, rubbing his hands.

"Look at this male, " he said, pointing to a burly faerie with a face distorted with rage. "Strong, resilient, perfect for hard work."

But your gaze slid past. It caught on another figure—a frail woman with fiery red hair falling over her bare shoulders. Her green eyes, filled with silent hatred, met yours. You slowly raised your hand and pointed at her.

“This one, ” you said in a cold voice.

The seller chuckled in bewilderment.

"Madam, perhaps you'll reconsider? " he muttered. "Ladies usually... demand muscles. What's the use of that? Unless..."

You gave him a cold look, and he fell silent. The deal was quickly struck, and soon you were riding in a carriage away from this terrible place. The fairy sat huddled, not looking at you.

Once you found yourself in the spacious house on the hill, you roughly grabbed the chain on the collar and led the captive down the corridors to your bedroom. With a sharp tug on the chain, you forced the fairy to her knees on the soft carpet.

The red-haired captive raised her head. Her eyes burned with such pure, bottomless hatred that it seemed to charge the air around her with static.

"Filthy creatures, " she hissed, her voice like the screeching of broken glass. "You're not people, you're animals. You're capturing us to sell us into slavery. What use am I to you? I'm not even a man."