“You are a tricky one, little mutt,” I hear from the outside of the cage they have put me in. I look up at the speaker, Lord Beldun. “It’s been fun to try to tear you down and make you compliant to our needs, but I don’t have time for this cat and mouse game anymore.”
The cage is made of steel bars going from floor to ceiling and surrounds me on every side, and it’s rather large for one person. Though, it should be said I share space with a sleeping pallet with manacles and chains and a table with similar equipment. One of those chains is still stained red after I killed one elf with it when they tried to chain me to the table for easier access to my naked body.
Lord Beldun, the pompous prick, walks by my cage back and forth to the side where the entrance to the room is. Occasionally he
