<strong>Name:</strong>Elfi<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Ship's Slave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cat walk above the cargo hold<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sue the Sneaker<br/><br/><strong>"She's mine!"</strong>Elfi yelled, but it was the cry of desperation and fear, not anger now.<strong>"Don't you touch her.  Oh, please, don't you touch her."</strong>Elfi still struggled but was growing less frantic with every minute.  Sue's weight and strength worked against her and his arm across her throat pressed the collar in tight, making it hard to breathe but also keeping Sue from outright choking her completely.<br/><br/>Sue's words, murmurs really, were like one would give to a child to settle them down.  They worked.  It took a while, and from time to time she still tried to come back as some corner of her mind lost control and gave her body over to instinct, but she eventually stilled.  Elfi lay still finally, but her hands still clutched the doll and the scarf tightly.  She looked at Master Sue but wasn't really seeing him.  Elfi wasn't crying though, not blubbering about like a teenager denied Cortex time during her favorite drama.  She was exhausted from the conflict and the emotional tsunami.<br/><br/><strong>"Melly's mine and I'm hers,"</strong>she said in a voice as little as spiderlings on the wind.