Come and Take Her

The demon hissed with laughter as he yanked the chain attached to the girl’s collar, lifting her face toward the intruder.

“Is this what you’ve been fighting for, mortal?” the demon demanded, baring his teeth at the intruder.

The girl gasped as the demon took her naked breast between his claws, slowly squeezing until she whimpered in pain.

“Stay back!” the demon growled, eying her would-be savior with an evil leer, “We wouldn’t want to damage the goods, would we?”

The elven girl’s eyes lifted at last, full of hopelessness and shame as she trembled, helplessly in the clutches of the foul beast.

“How fortunate that you arrived when you did, mortal,” the demon chuckled, “I was about to take her down to the auction block. I’m expecting a hefty return on my investment with this one, though her training proved quite costly.”

The demon took another step back, dragging the girl with him as he put a little more space between himself and the slayer of his minions.

“Perhaps you’d like to put in an early bid, if you think you can afford her price,” the demon laughed, “but I am obliged to tell you that we accept only the currency of souls here... How many have you got to give?”