As she had done since she was captured, Firnathia (https://www.deviantart.com/martaino/art/Saphielle-OC-852637852#comments) stayed silent while being moved into the showerstall and washed from head to toe. She had been captured only a few days ago but it might as well have been a lifetime. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She had been so careless. It had all happened before she had even known what was going on, and now she had been sold to the highest bidder and destined for a lifetime of who knows what. Probably not anything she would enjoy and certainly not a lifetime of happiness.<br/><br/>She should have never volunteered for foraging. Even as a young elf she had loved time in the forest and she had jumped at a chance to spend a few days gathering food to bring back to the settlement. There was something so peaceful and almost spiritual about being alone in the woods, although it didn't usually feel like you were alone. Between the noises of the animals and the leaves swaying in the breeze it felt like there were beings right there with her the whole time. Firnathia's gathering efforts had not been as prosperous as she had hoped so she had chanced staying out another few days and wandering a little further. Her beloved husband Deldrach would have told her what an awful idea it was, but he wasn't there to guide her.<br/><br/>The humans had appeared so quickly there was no way for her to retreat or hide. Firing a few arrows in self defense had felled one of the men and wounded a few more, but she was quickly overpowered. As a species elves were smaller and more delicate looking than humans, and while they were quicker in most respects there were just too many humans for Firnathia to escape. She'd fought once she was captured and after wounding another man she'd been rewarded with a backhand to the face for her trouble. Stunned and with her head spinning, the humans had been able to bind her and had immediately abandoned whatever they were in the forest for. Elves had done an excellent job of staying under the radar and had become almost mythical to the humans because of it.<br/><br/>Pretending not to speak their language, she tried to make everything as difficult for them as possible but once she was bound there wasn't much she could do. The humans had made a pretty penny off of her by selling her to a slaver who auctioned her off as soon as possible. She'd been stuffed into a cell with some straw on the ground and only brought out or fed when absolutely necessary. That's how she had come to the conclusion that she had been purchased, as there was no reason for them to bathe her only to throw her back into her filthy cage. Squeezing her bright blue eyes shut, Firnathia thought of Deldrach and how he would want her to be strong so that she could find a way to escape and come back to him. She missed his warmth, his humor, his scent, but she would not be made to cry in front of these gross beings who leered at her every chance they got.<br/><br/>Her wrists were bound in chains that hung from the ceiling, and her feet were shackled to the floor. This stretched her out so she couldn't attack the person washing her, but also made every inch of her available for cleansing. Firnathia's luscious red locks had turned grime from her days locked away, but they were washed and dried before being braided behind her head. Each of her crevices and all of her pale skin was scrubbed until she was flushed and sore, and they even went so far as to trim and clean her fingernails. Her teeth and tongue were brushed while she was being dried off and clothed in a simple sheath that didn't leave much to the imagination. The flimsy cloth was strained around her bust, breasts barely contained and jiggling as she was pulled along. The elf had been released from the shower stall shackles, but her wrists and feet were still fettered along with a thick collar around her neck. She hadn't been told who had bought her, but it seemed like she'd be meeting him soon.