I am Ren no last name. I am a knife specialist. Its was my job to stab things. And I am sexy as hell. And that a problem for me. See a guy grab my ass and I stab him for it. It’s not like I stab him through the head. I stab him in the hand. I am civil person… I swear. Well being a dark elf as civil as I can be. But I have been a law abiding citizen for the last two days before I stabbed him doesn’t that get me anything.

Turns out he was a bishop. Apparently he's a nice guy and it was a total accident but there's two problems. First i’m a dark elf. Second i’m a guy. Ha see that a bad rumour already brewing. Bishop caught in bed with male dark elf. Ha I don’t know what's worse that people know i’m a dark elf or that woman will think i'm gay. See thats total fucking bullshit. It actually happened on the street. In front of a crowd of priesthood. Well their religion is not big on the how male love thing.

Even if i’m more fucking beautiful than god herself doesn't mean i'm into guys. No in fact I would call myself a good fucking player. Honestly it is actually easy enough for me to worm my way into a woman's heart. For two main reason first i’m a guy who looks a girl beautiful enough that I could charm a dragon. It’s a true story. And second i’m a forbidden fruit to the woman here a legendary dark elf. Third of course the first two are lies.

See due to the church it pretty well know we dark elves are the spawn of the dragon we worship and are their for, unnatural pests. The church doesn't call our race evil but they definitely think it. I wonder if he our people guardian the dark dragon or black dragon or the death god whatever he actually is made our race knowing that someone as beautiful as me would be the result.

I bet I am the reason for our race! I mean it only makes sense have you seen how beautiful I am.

I wonder if that dragons rolling in his grave knowing that I the most beautiful and talented dark elf in dark elf history is currently about to be tortured for and I quote trying to seduce his holiness. To that I say, fuck off and die.

*******

Seventeen days later.

Ha ha hahahahaha hahahahaha hahahahaha- Shit fuck I going to die in this dungeon aren't I … fuck fuck fuck I fucking can’t die here I need to avenge her. It's not my fucking time yet fuck. Waah what the fuck my story hasn’t even begun yet their is so much I need to do. Waah shit ahh fuck. I kick the cage in front of me fuck. It doesn’t even budge. Their gonna kill me fuck. I’m going to die in this dark pit or i’m going to die on some fucking stage FUUUUUUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! Fucky fuck fuck. Shit i’m not ready.

I’m just not fucking ready.

I hear a walk. It very silent. If it wasn’t for my racial traits noticing the sound would have been impossible for someone at my level. Honestly it’s quite enough that it could be a cat. But my mind isn’t straight anymore. I refuse to die a pointless death in a pointless place for a pointless reason.

For seventeen days and night I have been skinned than my knives place up my ass. I've had my fingers and legs snap off and my arms twisted into knots . And every time I was about to die a member of their priesthood would come and heal me. I’ve had my eyes held open so I couldn’t sleep. Oh and lets not forget their obsession with fire.

And my face...

I was awakened if I fell unconscious. And that was only day one. Other than the sleep and fire they changed their method every day and now not a single part of my body other than my face is the same as it was before. Fuck am I even the same person. How much of me have they ripped away only to build back up again. But I know that I will die soon. Three days ago they left and after healing me to a point where I won’t die of blood loss they have left me here.

The steps get closer to my cell. A final hope or I will go mad. If I am not killed before hand. I know it might be the torturer but I can only hope.

“ Please I would do anything” Even if

“I’ll sleep with you. Look at me. All of it could be yours I would be your little fucking play thing. please no please I want to live. ” the footsteps come and pass. It hesitated but that was probably because it didn’t expect to be heard but still came and passed my cell. I did not see it well for it held a body over its shoulder.

“Fuck please!” my voice desperately calling out before it slowly loses hope. Now it’s no more than a whisper. Not to the guard that passed but to my peoples guardian. The black dragon my people tell me they serve. I have never cared for what my peoples sharmes spoke of. But I am going to die soon. I don't know when such thoughts came to me. But now they eat through me like a parasite. Sapping strength from the rest of me. You can hear it in my voice. It's my normal higher pitched voice but you can tell. I have given up. I don’t know if it would be possible to even fix the physical damage much less the mental damage.

And yet in a desperate whisper. I pray for the first time in my life. Not to the god of this fucking church. But to the god of my people. The back dragon.

” I will do anything for you from your taxes to sex. Fuck just say the word and would even kill for the whole world for yo- ahhh” I scream in horror. It stands before me. Evil. Words could not describe the fear I felt when I gazed into the shadows eyes. Red. They were red like dry blood. My heat beat and something like an instinct came over me. Fear.

The eyes I couldn’t explain it but it was like they weren’t all their. Like something was missing and that left me with this feeling of fear… like when faced with a desperate predator. Like they would do anything to get back the missing part. at the same time they looked hungry. Powerful.

Has death come for me. Is it my time. Death spoke to me. “ What did you just say?” My heart beat. I said I would sleep with you. Does this creature fancy my face but to think I could- our eyes made contact and any thought of that were gone. Fear returned. It felt different from before. Now it was simply fear unlike before. His eyes show a pain and a madness. But I need to be sure.

“ I said I would have sex with you.”

“ Not that the other thing”

Shit what did I say. I've forgotten it word for word

“ I want to live. I will do anything for you”

The man eyes ran over every inch of my body. I felt the need to cover myself more than I already am. He then spoke again

“ Can you walk, read and write human?” He asked

“ Yes” I replied I brushed my long black hair with my fingers. It’s something I do when I feel uncomfortable. My hair reaches my hips and most of the time I tie it into a ponytail but being torched in the dungeon it's more burnt than soft. I don’t know if my torcher was a pervert but even i'm slightly thankful for it now. Nowhere else on my body is intact but he left my beautiful face alone. I guess that’s a good thing. I have something I still need to do and if sleeping with death is the way to go about it then ok. He asked the question again

“ Can you walk, read and write in the human language? What about running a territory do you think you can manage it.”

Huh what does that have to do with sex. I in my confusion answer honestly.

“ I cannot walk right now but I am actually a master class knife specialist. And I have had a high level of education. We use the same language as you humans but our writing is a little different but I think I know the human language better than a lot of nobles. I have had training in espionage as well, and I am fully capable of running a country if you needed me to”

Boom! A hand pieced straight through the lock and as if it was a curtain he simply bends the door out of his way with one hand in seconds. He simple walk over to me and dumps a body next to me. It face has been broken. I can’t think of a better way to describe it condition. It covered in dents to the point where it look like an ant head just without the antaine. No I rolled slightly and I can see it's more like a crescent moon in the darkness.

He bend over me. His hands grab my legs and he let out an ohhh type sound. His hands are big not to the point that it can be seen at a distance but now that he's feeling up the back of my shines I can tell he has big strong hands. His hands make their way to my thigh. Their clamping down hard. It seem to hurt at first then. It becomes very pleasurable. To the point where I want to deny it.

His hands make their way back down to my ankles were the reason I can’t walk lies. He rips off my shackles like their rags in his way. I see the horrible scare over the back of my feet and ankles as well as the burns.

I know enough about my own body to know that I probably can’t walk again. But just because I know doesn’t mean I want to accept it. Or can accept it. But now that I see it. It doesn’t look good. I feel a tear coming. But the only noise he makes is in interested hmmm. His hand still feeling up my legs make their way to my ankles. Once they reach it burns I wince a little under the pain but then it once more overcome with with a pleasant sensation. He pulls me closer to him. My knees come together to prevent the alternative and I can feel spit building up in my mouth. The pleasure grows before I start making small moans. My face flushes in embarrassment. His hands make their way back up my shines but i’m not really paying attention anymore. Then one more to my thighs. They are squeezing my leg muscles. It now feels amazing wherever his hands go. He covers every part of my legs at one point. My knees lost their strength and now my legs hang limp in his hands. He grabs my hips. Then…

Then the pleasure stops and his hands fall from me. I’m actually feeling a little disappointed but then I feel a tear come back to my eyes.

My legs have been fixed. In fact they feel better than ever. I try to stand only to stumble but the man catches me and pulled me towards him. I’m now standing on my feet and I get a good look at the man and… damn he's as handsome almost as much as i’m beautiful.

He also appears to be slightly surprised at my face. I know i’m a beauty but he doesn’t need to stare at me. Then I try to take another step but fall. Once more he catches me but instead of putting me back on my feet he carries me in a princess hold. Then he says ” hold on to my neck”. I do as i'm told.

He bends over and picked up the corpse and throws it over his left shoulder. The he throws it over his right shoulder and because I was still holding onto his neck I fall down his back but I wrap my leg around his waist. He pauses for a second. Shit. He turns to look and says “ Dark elf friend.” I replied with a yes in the most feminine way I could “ Thats… are you perhaps hiding a very small wooden stick between you-“ I without thinking cut him off “ its not small”

He looks at me. I tighten my grip on his neck and say ”no take backs”. He looks at me for awhile before shrugging his shoulders and beings to leave the facility.

It's not small!

*****

I come to realise that the only reason I could hear him before was because he was lazy or most likely because he wanted me too.

I mean who wouldn’t want to get the attention of som… am I nothing but my face?

On the way out of the facility he showed me that his ability, talent and techniques were all a level over me to the point where I was left breathless. I decided to say with this guy for now. I also need to learn that hand trick that nearly left me a mess and either use it on myself or destroyed the evidence that it ever existed. And maybe get him to fix the rest of my burns.