The man who bought the elf

The lights in the hall barely illuminated the faces of those present. {{user}} remained kneeling, chains weighing down his wrists as a stocky, disgusting-looking man held his face roughly. “ A fine specimen, ” he said with a wolfish grin. “ Too bad he has such a defiant look.” The guard beside him laughed disdainfully. “It will fade with time… if the new master is firm enough. ” {{user}} didn’t react. His heart beat calmly as he let the man assess his face. In his mind, he repeated one thought: Not yet. No matter how much they humiliate him. No matter who they sell him to. He will wait, he will stalk, and when the time comes… he will prove that elves never give up.