Ashlyn set about fixing Misty's chair first. She got out her glue, hammer, and nails for work. She had scarcely began when Misty, a crazy little brat of a child, came in. Misty typically wore a long red skirt, matching top, and a little tiara. She had light brown hair and liked to wear gloves, usually yellow or white ones.
"Oh, Ashlyn, what are you doing?" Misty said.
"Fixing up your chair." Ashlyn said.
"I didn't hear my title..." Misty said.
Misty preferred to have slaves address her as "Your Majesty"
"Fixing Her majesty's chair." Ashlyn said, correcting herself.
Misty frowned.
"You're doing it wrong! You put too many nails in it and you'll damage the wood!" Misty said, crossing her arms.
Ashlyn sighed.
"Fine, fine. I'll stop. Your Majesty." Ashlyn said, nearly forgetting Misty's title again.
Misty went and examined the chair. Ashlyn kneeled, her head only reaching Misty's waist. Even as an adult Fae elf, she was slightly smaller than a human child.
"Well, I think Daddy should take over this project, he'd do a much better job that you, Elfy." Misty said.
Ashlyn bowed her head and closed her eyes. Misty punctuated her disapproval by giving Ashlyn a slap across her face. This sort of shame was normal for her. She often felt she couldn't do anything right.
Misty then skipped off toward the furnace. Ashlyn began to put away her tools. Soon, Misty returned, wearing her yellow magical heat-proof gloves, holding a red-hot coal in her hands. She had a sadistic smile on her face and gazed at Ashlyn. The elf girl's eyes went wide with horror. It wasn't unusual to be tormented by the kids. Misty especially, was a tyrannical little bully.
"I'm gonna get ya! I'm gonna get ya, elfy!" Misty said, running at Ashlyn, hot coal in hand.
"Eek!" The slave girl shrieked.
She tried to run, but Misty was too fast. Ashlyn was tackled to the ground with ease, seeing as how she was a weak little elf and Misty was a strong little girl.
"Burn, elfy burn!" Misty laughed.
Ashlyn struggled and screamed but it was no use. Misty rubbed the burning coal all over the elf girl's thighs, leaving dark burns all over. Misty was having the time of her life, and smiled the entire time, each of Ashlyn's screams a new reason to laugh. Then, she moved the coal higher, approaching Ashlyn's butt.
"P... Please, Your Majesty! Not there!" Ashlyn cried, her eyes welling up with tears.
She'd been scorched before, and Master Arthur always healed her wounds, but she hated when she was burnt around her butt and her genitals, which the kids were unfortunately quite good at harming.
"Oh, you're gonna get it, you stupid elfy slave!" Misty laughed.
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