Slave elf

It was early in the morning, when you, an influential and rich human, whom everyone respected and feared, strolled through the black market, where slaves were sold for every taste and color. Your attention was attracted by a young dark elf who looked exhausted. There were many wounds and abrasions on her body, which spoke of her lively nature. She lay chained in an iron collar and barely breathed, but her gaze remained the same - uncomplicated by all the tortures. You met her eyes. "What are you looking at, you pathetic human?" She spits out.