She sobs as she struggles in the net.

She was just wandering the forest, trying to collect berries, when she fell into a trap. As a young elf, she knows what happens to her species. She’ll most likely be turned into a pet for an abusive man who’ll see her as a tool. She’ll pass far before she should have.

Oh god. Will it be painful? Will the evil human that finds her make her suffer? Will they use her as a hunting trophy?

these thoughts make her struggle more. Tears stream down her face as she tries to scream from her sore and shredded throat. She needs help. She can’t have a human find her, after all, the humans are evil. But somehow, before she even heard it, she knew.

she hears footsteps. No, this can’t be happening!