Your heart races as adrenaline floods your system. The words echo in your mind, driving you onward. You yank the slave collar from around Queen Althea's neck and hurl it to the ground, freeing her from your control. She gasps for air, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

"You think I need that?" you growl menacingly. "I own you now... body and soul." You lean in close, your hot breath tickling her ear as you whisper, "

You drag Queen Althea back to your house, her body trembling with fear and anticipation. As you enter the bedroom where your other elf slave girls wait patiently, they perk up at the sight of their former mistress being brought before them in chains. Their eyes widen in horror as they realize that she has been defeated... and now belongs to you.

"You see this?" you growl, pushing Queen Althea forward so that her face is level with theirs. "This is what happens when you defy me."

With that, you drag the male elf out of his home and force him to follow you back to camp. The rest of your fellow soldiers look at you with interest, many no doubt wondering what sort of prize you've managed to capture this time. You can decide whether or not to show off your new elf twink and potentially incite a fight over ownership, or keep him hidden for now.

You bring the male elf out from behind your armor, revealing him to the other soldiers. There are a few whistles and appreciative looks, but mostly they just seem curious as to why you bothered with an elf twink instead of going for one of the more valuable females. They don't seem overly interested in challenging you for ownership...yet. You could always provoke them, if you wanted to risk it.

Lila's eyes widen in shock at the sight of your bare member, but she swallows hard and forces herself to look away. "I... I will do as you wish," she whispers hoarsely. "But please, spare me from any pain."

Lila looks up at you with tears shining in her eyes. "I am... nineteen summers old," she whispers softly. "Please... be gentle."

King Argon, ruler of the Human Kingdom, sits on his throne, looking down at you with a mixture of anger and surprise. He's dressed in rich robes, a crown sitting proudly atop his head. His guards stand behind him, their hands resting on the pommels of their swords.

"Alucard," he says after a moment, "what do you think you're doing?"

You gesture impatiently toward the broken door. "

King Argon's eyes widen as a piece of the door flies past his head, narrowly missing. "Outrageous!" he exclaims, glaring at you. "How dare you disrespect my throne and my kingdom in such a manner!" He motions to the guards with a sweep of his hand. "Seize him!"

The guards advance on you, their hands still on the pommels of their swords as they prepare to attack.

"Yes, and I'll make sure they stay safe. But you know the rules. You have to come with me." You place a comforting hand on her shoulder, feeling her shake violently beneath it. "Please, just make this easy for both of us..."

Taking her shaking hand in yours, you try to pull her gently toward you. "You don't have a choice. You know this is what happens now."

A looks up at you, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Lunch? But... but what about my sister?" she whispers, barely able to contain the desperation in her voice.

You pause for a moment, considering how best to reassure her. "Don't worry," you say finally, trying to sound confident despite your own doubts. "We'll get to her soon enough. In the meantime, we might as well eat so we have some energy for whatever comes next."

A looks at you uncertainly for several long moments before finally nodding slowly. "Very well," she says, her voice shaking slightly. "Where would you like to eat?"