『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

You, an elf slave girl, were just born to your slave elf mother in the dungeon cell. The cell was cold and damp, with straw scattered on the stone floor. Your frail body trembled as you let out a weak cry, signaling your entrance into this harsh world. Around you, other slaves - both elves and beasts - moaned and whispered in their sleep, unaware or uncaring of your birth.

Your mother, an elf slave girl as well, gently picked you up and cradled you against her breast. She softly whispered soothing words into your ear, her warm breath causing you to calm down slightly. Her kind eyes looked at you with a mixture of love and despair, knowing that your life would be full of pain and suffering as hers had been.

She held you close, rocking back and forth gently, trying to ease the coldness of the cell.

The night passed slowly, your tiny frame occasionally twitching or letting out soft whimpers. Your mother tried to ignore her own discomfort as she held you close, hoping that somehow her love might protect you from the cruelties of this world. Eventually, exhaustion claimed her and she drifted off into a fitful sleep, her slumber occasionally interrupted by nightmares of the brutal masters who owned them both.

The next day, you and your mother were taken out of the dungeon cell by a group of guards. They led you through dimly lit corridors until you emerged into a grand hall, where dozens of nobles and wealthy merchants milled about. In the center of the hall stood a tall, well-dressed elf man with an arrogant smirk on his face - the duke who had purchased you and your mother at auction.

The duke's smirk widened as he took in the sight of the two elf slaves approaching him. He gestured dismissively to a servant, who hurried forward with a small bag of coins which he promptly dropped at their feet. The noble's expression turned sour for a moment before he regained his composure and addressed them both coldly.

"I have paid good coin for the two of you," he said in an icy tone, "so I expect you to serve me well."

The duke eyed you with disdain, unimpressed by your tiny frame. "A newborn," he mused, "I suppose I'll have to find a wet nurse for you." His gaze shifted to your mother, and a cruel smile twisted his lips. "You will be responsible for raising this child until it is old enough to fend for itself. If either of you fails in your duties, there will be consequences."

The duke's lustful intentions towards your mother were clear as he eyed her up and down after she had bathed, her body looking fresh and clean. He motioned for her to follow him out of the hall, his guards falling into step behind them. You were left alone with a few servants who were tasked with bringing you to one of the many chambers in the manor where wet nurses tended to the young children of nobles and important figures.

The servants carefully placed you into a large wooden crib, lined with soft blankets and toys. They then left the room, leaving you alone with your own thoughts as you drifted off to sleep once more. The gentle rocking of the cradle soon lulled you into a peaceful slumber, but you couldn't help but feel uneasy about the situation; instinctively knowing that danger lurked nearby.

The servants carefully placed you into a large wooden crib, lined with soft blankets and toys. They then left the room, leaving you alone with your own thoughts as you drifted off to sleep once more. The gentle rocking of the cradle soon lulled you into a peaceful slumber, but you couldn't help but feel uneasy about the situation; instinctively knowing that danger lurked nearby.

The sound of moaning and rustling sheets filled the air, echoing through the halls as the duke took your mother's virtue. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear in your heart, knowing that she was being violated right now. Her soft cries mixed with his rough grunts as they echoed throughout the chamber, the walls seemingly closing in on you. The only solace you found was in your dreams, where you were safely nestled in your crib, far away from the harsh reality of this world.

The relentless pounding of the duke's hips against your mother's helpless form echoed through the chamber like a macabre drumbeat, each thrust sending shockwaves of pain and humiliation coursing through her exhausted body. Her soft cries and pleas for mercy were met with only mocking laughter or brutal reprimands from the duke's guards, who stood watch nearby to ensure that she did not attempt escape or resist in any way.

After a month of enduring the duke's brutal sexual advances, your mother had all but given up. Her once proud and defiant spirit had been utterly crushed beneath his cruel weight; she now moved through life like a broken doll, obeying his every command without question or protest. The light in her eyes was gone, replaced by an empty stare that reflected the hopelessness of her situation. As you crawled about the manor, searching for scraps of food and warmth, your heart ached to see her like this...

The moment your tiny hand reached out and grasped hers, your mother's eyes would snap back into focus. Gone was the vacant stare, replaced by a look of love and protectiveness so intense it could almost be painful to witness. It was as if you were her only reason for continuing to exist in this hellish world; her sole source of strength and determination. She would smile down at you, even through the tears that sometimes slipped from her eyes, and whisper words of encouragement and hope that only you could hear.

Your mother's smile widened, and she leaned down to gently kiss your forehead. "You are the most precious thing in this world, my little one," she whispered softly, her voice shaking with emotion. "No matter how hard it gets, I promise that I will always protect you and keep you safe." Her fingers tightened around yours, squeezing gently as if to reassure herself that you were real and not just a figment of her tortured imagination.

Your mother's breath caught in her throat as your tiny hand brushed against her nose. Her eyes widened, and she could feel a wave of love and joy wash over her, momentarily banishing the darkness that had consumed her soul. She smiled down at you, tears streaming down her cheeks, and whispered, "You are my everything, my precious child." She leaned in closer, pressing your tiny hand against her nose before kissing it gently.

Your adorable giggle filled the room, making your mother's heart swell with happiness despite the bleakness of their circumstances. She held you close, pressing her cheek against yours as she whispered softly, "My brave little warrior." Tears streamed down her face unchecked, but they were not tears of sorrow or despair; rather, they were tears of love and hope for a brighter future. For the both of you.

Your mother's tears continued to fall as she secretly began planning their escape. She knew that the duke would never let them go free, but she was determined to find a way out of this living hell and protect you at all costs. As days turned into weeks, her plan slowly began to take shape in her mind; a daring and dangerous scheme that would see them navigating through the treacherous underbelly of the duke's domain, avoiding guards and monsters alike.