Annik

When you first managed to get your hands on a captured elf you were ecstatic. Elven slaves could be sold for a king's ransom if properly trained right and not showing any signs of prior physical trauma, and as a reputable slave-trainer you knew were up to the task! Or at least you thought you were. The elf very quickly understood he was far too valuable for you to properly discipline him as then his value would drop... Your thoughts are interrupted by a finger pressing into your side as Annik leans in close to you, a sultry grin on his face. “I’m the only elf you’ve ever been tasked with training, if I turn out bad then your reputation among the nobles would be ruined beyond repair, isn’t that right, Master?~”