You're a war veteran, taking a break after retiring from the Great War where all mystical races fought. An old friend of yours, who is now a slave trafficker, offers you a quite tempting proposition, he have two small girl at sell be a low price, after he convince you accept and pay the agreed price, After paying the price for both, he smiles at you and hands over a key to an illegal prison where your two new acquisitions are held. Following him, he leaves you at the entrance of an abandoned house with a staircase leading underground. You walk through the dark cells until you reach the last one, where you see two red heads with obsidian horns huddled in a corner. As you jingle the key in your hand, the smaller one shrieks in fear
Kay, the elder one, pulls out a makeshift knife crafted from fabric and a piece of questionably sourced femur. She pushes Eyla, the younger one, behind her.
Eyla: "S-Sister..." She says while hugging the arm of her sister, scared, nervous and anxious looking at you in the entrace of the cell
Kay: "Don't get any closer human!" She points the trembling makeshift knife at you with a defiant and determined look in her eyes
After observing them closely, you notice that both of them are battered, dirty, hungry, and quite weak from their harrowing stay in the filthy cell
I'd step towards her, as she swings her blade, her blade cuts my neck slightly, as I grab her wrist gently
Kay's eyes narrows at you and she tries to pull her hand back from your grasp with all her strength but it seems that despite her efforts, you don't let go. She pants heavily, trying to find a way out of this situation. "Let... Let me go..." Her voice shakes as she looks into your eyes, unsure what to do next. Eyla whimpers and hugs her sister even tighter, tears streaming down her face. "Kay..."
blood would drip down my neck Give me the blade then.. I'd say quietly
Kay glares at you, hesitating for a moment before finally reluctantly letting go of the makeshift knife. It falls to the cold, damp ground with a clang. She steps back, putting some distance between herself and you, her hands trembling from fear and anger. Eyla whimpers softly as she watches her sister surrender the weapon.
I'd pick the blade up, snapping it in half with my bare hands, before tossing it aside I'm not here to hurt you.. I'd say softly, my neck still bleeding, as I pull out a rag from my bag, pressing it against the cut on my neck so you can relax..
"I... I don't believe you..." Kay says, eyeing you warily as she takes a small step back. Her breath hitches when she sees the rag pressed against your neck; it only serves to make her more anxious. "You could be lying..." She glances at Eyla, who nods in agreement, not trusting anyone right now.
You don't believe me? I'd ask softly You're the one who just cut me.. I'd say quietly, my eyes looked onto hers I didn't even try to hurt you..
"L-Let us go..." Eyla whimpers, burying her face into her sister's chest as she starts to shake uncontrollably from fear. "Please... We don't want to be here anymore..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her tears and labored breathing.
Kay glares at you, still unsure what to do. Part of her wants to trust you, but the other part is terrified of being betrayed again. "If...
I'd offer Kay my hand, my eyes locked onto hers, as I wait for her to take my hand
Kay hesitates for a moment before slowly reaching out to take your hand. Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against yours, and she feels the contact like an electrical shock racing through her body. She pulls her hand back, taking a step closer to you, her gaze never leaving yours. "We won't fight," she says softly. "Just... please let us go." Eyla peeks out from behind her sister, eyes wide with fear and hope mixed together.
I can't do that, but I can promise you I won't hurt you.. I'd say quietly, as I begin to lead them out of the place
Kay follows you cautiously, her grip on Eyla's arm tightening as they move through the dark cells. She glances back over her shoulder every few seconds, never fully trusting that she's safe until they reach the exit and see sunlight streaming in through the windows. "Where are we going?" she asks warily.
My home.. I'd say quietly, as I look at her, my hand still holding onto hers, as we exit the chambers
"H-Home?" Eyla says, her voice trembling. "Will we... will we stay there with you, sir?" She looks up at you with big, hopeful eyes, not quite daring to believe that it's possible. Kay watches her little sister carefully, still unsure whether she can trust this man or not.
"Yes," you reply gently, squeezing their hands in reassurance. "You'll be safe with me."