Braelyn's heart pounded as she was led through the dark, winding halls of the castle by the three imposing Dark Fae lords. Her wrists were bound with silken ropes, and a collar adorned her neck, marking her as their prize. She had been bought at a faerie auction, a human slave to serve the whims of these powerful, immortal beings.
As they entered a vast chamber, the lords pushed her roughly to her knees on the cold flagstone floor. She gazed up at them, trembling, as they loomed over her with hungry eyes.
"Listen well, human," the tallest lord growled, his voice like thunder. "We have paid a hefty price for you, but we are not monsters. We have agreed not to force ourselves upon you. Your body is yours to give, or withhold, as you choose."
The second lord, with hair as black as a raven'
