There seemed to be a great deal of effort put forth to keeping the captive elf in the dark. Firnathia tried to stay aware of her surroundings as much as possible, but she was blindfolded and restrained for the duration of her transport. Almost every inch of her porcelain skin was on display, the cloth covering her was extremely thin and didn't do a good job of hiding her more personal parts. The ride was brief but not smooth; the elf tensed every time they hit a bump, waiting to be dragged from the vehicle and assaulted. She was terrified, but tried very hard to not let it show. Undoubtedly that was what her captors wanted.<br/><br/>Goosebumps rose on her skin when the cool breeze signaled that she was outside for just a second. A heavy door closed behind her and she was pulled further into whatever building she was in, still blindfolded and unable to see where she was or what was going on. Eventually they reached their destination and hands that she couldn't see secured her to something and left the blindfold on. Her hands were locked behind her back which was not only an uncomfortable position but also left her utterly vulnerable. Firnathia was laid on something soft and very plush, but a gilded cage was still a cage. After she was secured she was left alone, unable to tell how much time had passed or where she was.<br/><br/>Once she heard the door close, it seemed like she was left alone. There was no noise coming from the room she was in beyond her own panicked breaths and slight struggles. Around her neck and thick leather collar chaffed her skin, and when the elf tried to get up the collar caught on something and forced her to stay where she was. She rolled side to side, twisted, and tried anything she could think of to try and escape. It was impossible, of course. Curiously, nothing happened immediately. It all seemed rather anticlimactic.<br/><br/>Was her husband looking for her? The thought of Deldrach filled her with pain and longing, and tears welled in her eyes. They were an absolutely perfect match and had been friends as well as lovers. Firnathia, or Firn, as her husband had called her, hoped that he wasn't putting himself at risk. It broke her heart to admit it, but she was terrified at the thought of her husband being captured the same way she was because he had been out searching for her. Hopefully he was smarter than she had been, but either way she would carry him like a torch in her heart. She had to stay strong for him.<br/><br/>Eventually a door creaked, causing her to jump in surprise and break her from her thoughts. Someone had joined her, and Firn was sure that this was it. She was not under any illusions as to what would happen to her, but for as long as she could she was going to fight. Her plan was to continue to play dumb and act as if she didn't speak the language, but at the same time without speaking her language because she didn't want to reveal anything about her people.<br/><br/>A large hand slapped the side of her breast, causing her whole chest to jiggle and leaving a red mark blooming from where she had been hit. Firn cried out in surprise, in fear, in pain from the stinging sensation even after the hand had left her flesh. A man spoke, wondering aloud if she had been touched before. The elf stayed silent, trying to hide the quivering of her lower lip. She was strong, a hunter and warrior for her people, but in the blink of an eye she had been reduced to a play thing. He was going to hurt her and she could hear the glee in his voice. It terrified her to her core.<br/><br/>Another smack and she jerked again, except this time his hands didn't leave her cleavage. His fingers dug into her large breast right where he had hit her, making Firn squirm in discomfort. This stranger's touch was in sharp contrast to the delicate caresses of her husband, and it had her muscles tense while slight whimpers escaped from her luscious lips. He growled a compliment that she was not inclined to take graciously before wrapping his fingers around her throat and shoving her backwards into the mattress. The elf writhed in an effort to throw him off of her, her shoulders aching from where her arms were being pressed underneath her. Her echoing scream was cut off as his grip tightened around her throat, cutting off her air and leaving her gasping as tears started to stream down her cheeks.<br/><br/>Firn had never been so helpless. Even though she continued bucking and attempting to roll, doing anything to try and escape the man's strong grip, there was no getting away. Adding insult to injury his hands wandered over her breasts, her nipples hardening against her will as his fingers brushed past them. Mere moments into the assault and her body was already betraying her.