- Sep 18, 2018
"Hey! Robe girl, I need help here-!"Decision for McKayla:
One of the slaves decides to get uppity, and Chantelle is forced to stab her. While the wound isn't deep yet, without the proper care she'll definitely die. You can heal the wound easily, but perhaps now might be a good time to practice that sadistic side of yours?
A) Heal the Elf
B) Botch the heal and kill her
C) Write-in option
Chantelle burst into a home in the village dragging the wounded elven along the floor behind her, recalling one of the healers had wandered inside. She was right, quickly finding McKayla in the back bedroom, running a hand through a box of elfish jewelry in the corner.
"Child, I...my, is that one of the slaves?" McKayla spoke in a curious tone sparked with wonder, as Chantelle hastily threw the dying slave onto the bed.
"Look, I was just watching them and this one just...untied herself somehow and jumped me! Like, come on, how unfair is that!" Chantelle ranted, gesturing towards the slave, "look, I dunno if boss lady or whatever needs all of them; can you save this one?"
McKayla looks solemnly at the slave on the bed, who's eyes returned her gaze with pleading eyes filled with tears. McKayla fidgeted with a bracelet beneath one sleeve, contemplating for a moment.
"...Yes, child. I will try my best, but you must give me a moment of privacy."
"Oh, great! 'Cause I gotta, like, head back to guarding the rest of the slaves and all...you sure you don't need a hand?"
"Positive, child. The healing arts for one this deeply wounded takes a great amount of concentration."
"Alright, great! Well, I'll just be, uhh, over there. So...good luck!" Chantelle ducks out of the room in a hurry, leaving McKayla alone with the slave. Already, McKayla could notice the deep stab wound along the poor young elf girls torso, cut through her loosely fitted cloth which barely draped around her body. How absolutely exciting.
McKayla stepped to the front of the bed, leaning forwards until her entire body positioned right on top of the slave girl. Her charms and accessories glistened and glittered as she moved. The slave seemed as if she wanted to mouth a 'thank you', but before she could, McKayla had dug her hand directly into the girls wound.
"Mmph-!" The slave girl tried to scream, but McKayla had already shoved her spare hand against her mouth, muffling the noise. The slave girl tried to thrash and struggle with what strength she had left, but her body would not allow it. It was almost as if a spell forced her arms and legs to feel heavier than they should. Like gravity itself conspired against her. As McKayla's star shaped earrings continued to sparkle, so too did the slave girls tears, flowing around her face.
It was McKayla's first time doing such an action, and the slave girls reaction absolutely filled her to the brim with delight. Something about watching her victim helplessly squirm beneath her body awakened a feeling deep within her. Curious as to how much farther she could go, her hands left the wound, and began going lower down the girls body...
"Hey, uhh, I think I left a dagger...in here..." Chantelle returned a short moment later, quickly slipping into the room. Though, the only sight that met her was a dead elven girl, lying flat on the bed, and a small woman to the side, whose robe was completely splattered with blood.
Chantelle scratched the back of her head, "I guess she didn't...man how am I gonna explain this."
"I did all I could, but she was much too far gone." McKayla spoke with almost an airy tone, without even looking towards Chantelle. Her earrings still sparkled as she clasped her hands in front of her chest, "now, we pray for this lost, unfortunate soul. May Naga guide her soul to peace."