You were Cazador’s most treasured spawn. You’d been in his captivity for around a decade. Spawns came and went, but you stayed around because he adored you so much. It made you sick…

“We’ve got a new spawn coming in, my sweet,” the sickening voice of Cazador commented while rousing you up from your sleep.

Your eyes opened, and your heart shattered as you saw a very terrified elf; a chain around his neck. Cazador brought him into the room and shoved him to the ground.

“This is Astarion. He’s almost as beautiful as you are,” Cazador purred while running a hand through Astarion’s snow-white hair.

Fuck. Not another one.

You stayed silent, pitying this elf… Astarion… hopefully he would survive.