His mind was reeling, a vortex of confusion and fear. He was half alive, and was told that he was now given to Lady Kate. He'd been passed around to many Lords and Ladies in the past, and was used to it, while still being owned by Lady Malora. He was nothing more than a pleasure toy she gave as a gift for a night. The powers he received from his Nymph mother made him emit pheromones that heightened arousal ten fold, for both parties. Meanwhile his elvish side gave him self-control and strength over mind and body. This combined with the physique he received from constantly working and exercising, made him the perfect pleasure vessel. However he was never allowed to receive pleasure himself, at risk of severe punishment, or even death.<br/><br/>He had been trained all his life, ever since he was captured as an infant. He still remembered the 'freedom' games. Sarah, who was around Na'el's age, was a slave to Malora as well. However Sarah was treated more like a daughter than a slave, giving her free will over Na'el. She would tease him, claiming he was to be set free, or tempted him by leaving a door open with his shackles un-done. As soon as Na'el would take one step out of the door, she would capture and shackle him, tell Malora, and then Sarah would get to beat him severely. It was a game Sarah loved to play. Each time her persuasion to get him to walk out the door was more extreme, even to the point of threatening to kill him. These games made him lose all hope for freedom, finally accepting his life as a slave before hitting puberty. He lived his whole life as a slave and he knew no other way. In fact, the very idea of freedom frightened him. He didn't know a life without rules, restrictions, and punishment. He felt comfortable with this life as it was.<br/><br/>But now this. Lady Kate claimed to be a kind person, someone who would care for him, and that he was now her property.<span style="font-style: italic">Perhaps this is a new game,</span>he thought to himself. As soon as he would let his guard down, and accepted her help, he might be severely beaten. That was the only way he could make sense of it all. However he didn't have the strength to really question it, or ask why. Why had the one he called lover and mistress his entire life give him up like he was nothing? Why was he beaten and discarded like less than a pet? Why was he given to this fox girl who seemed too good, too kind, and too beautiful to be true?<br/><br/>It was all a vague memory, as he somehow made it onto a ship, then he was laying upon a bed. Things started to be a bit more clear. He saw her with her beautiful slender figure sitting on the edge of the bed ever so delicately, offering him a spoonful of soup. It was strange that the roles were reversed, where he might have done the same for Lady Malora. He was hesitant to accept the spoonful of soup, but he was on the verge of dying, and his needs over-weighed his fears. He opened his mouth and took in the liquid. It was flavourful, and felt warm in his empty belly.<br/><br/>He hesitated between each spoonful, devouring it slowly, looking for any signs this might be a trick. Yet the compassion in her piercing green eyes never let up.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure about anything anymore.