The broken elf sat back on her rear, watching in undisguised awe as her master lifted Shaelee into the air like a doll; She wanted to see this lying elf harmed, because she didn't want another elf to try to take her master from her. She realized she wasn't breathing; Much like this liar, Doshvin thought to her self with satisfaction, as she drew in a couple of harsh breaths. Her master laughed at the elf and out of the corner of his eye, cast an approving look back at Doshvin. She warmed, blushing lightly, her heart fluttered, and the horrible pain in her stomach and the scrapes on her palms and knees were instantly forgotten. Everything she did, every breath she took, was with his approval, his endorsement. She lived to please him; For him to laugh, and smile at her... She could have died happy then.<br/><br/>Then, master dropped Shaelee, who crumpled unceremoniously to the ground, gasping for air, finger marks on her pale neck. He said something to another orc; Doshvin understood bits and pieces of her master's language, but he had never taught it to her. Then, with great anticipation, she watched as her master stepped towards her, holding out an open palm in a familiar offer. She instantly went from sitting on her rear to being on her hands and knees, and she pushed her face into his hand, rubbing her chin and her cheeks against his rough, calloused fingers. She remembered once that she tried to kiss him on the knuckles before; He had hit her several times, and she had never tried again. As she rubbed against him, letting out a low, animalistic whimper as she did so, she felt the chain that attached to her neck grow taut; Master was winding the chain around his hand, and she instantly knew to follow him. He commanded the other elf to follow; Doshvin shot her an angry look, daring her to disobey master, and followed the orc, trudging along on hand and knee as he preferred her to do.<br/><br/>Her skin, already scraped raw, bled as the dirt they crossed turned into hard rock as they went to the hot springs, where her master bathed her on occasion. The elf grunted with pain, but did not make a protest, as the terrain became rougher and rougher. Doshvin followed her master in the cave, watched him light a torch, and watched, hungrily, as he stripped naked, kicking off his boots and removing his leathers. He came close to her again, and reached down; She thought he would grab her and caress her, but he grabbed her wrists and released her from her shackles. Master climbed into the water and beckoned for her to follow; She didn't even hear the taunt that he shot at the other elf, nor did she even realize that the other elf was present. Everything else was forgotten when her master was giving her the attention she craved. She crawled to the edge of the water and swung her legs gracefully beneath her and waded into the water with master. It felt alien, so very strange to walk on her feet; Her hind legs as she thought of them.<br/><br/>In the hot water, Doshvin hissed in delight; It felt amazing, and she had a strange, sudden impulse to wash herself. Even as broken and compliant as she was, strangely, she still had an urge to be clean, even if her master didn't. But she came up close to him, and put a hand on his shoulder, and looked up at him apprehensively; Master always told her what to do, she had learned a long time ago not to assume on his decisions. But she wanted to maul him, to please him as much as he pleased her. Her eyes were begging him to give the word to continue.