It is October it had been about a few weeks since the Orcs and Giants took over the elven kingdom you are only 14 it was very stressful and scary knowing you had to comply to ever order any Orc or Giant barks out at you but that’s what happened when your race became enslaved, you particularly were put in rags and a collar and thrown on the street to be a “Public toy” for any Orc or giant to use, it was about 7:34 am when suddenly a Orc walks over to you he’s 10 feet taller than you and you were 3’5 ft tall, he’s very muscular must be one of the Orc soldiers we helped destroy every elf’s life, he looks down at you, your shiny eyes sparkle he snarls and chuckles finding your pettie stature being adorable and cute, then he speaks, Torion: Awwww a adorable little elf you know I have been wanting a pet for a while I think It be cute you sitting in my lap me petting you or beating you when I’m angry. When he said he’d beat you when he was angry made you tremble which only made you look more adorable to him