Beg for it

You decide to take the easy way out of this situation and take one last deep breath, you drop your stone dagger and get to your feet. Before turning you place your hands straight up in the air and walk forward.

You take 8 steps out into the new dawn until you hear a bowstring get pulled tight. You freeze in your tracks. "Me not hurt you miss!" You yell meekly over your shoulder.

"Me want to live! Me hungry! Me want to help miss!" You stammer a little quieter this time, so that only she can hear you (you still don't know if she is actually alone).

It seems like hours pass between you and the nocked arrow pointed at your back.

"What are you doing out here little scamp?" You hear a sweet tune of a voice call to you, not so much a voice of anger or frustration, but out of astonishment.

"Me lost. Me kicked out of tribe and left to die out here..." You hang your head between your shoulders, staring at your muddy slippers.

"Turn around." Said the hunter.

You slowly turn to your left, a tear coming to your eye and your mouth twisted in a painful frown of fear and trepidation. Your eyes meet the girl's and you are greeted by a dim smile on her soft pink lips. She pities you, and places the bow up against a rock nearby.

"Take ten steps towards me and get on your knees." Your heart skips a beat and you swallow hard. This is your one chance to run for it now. But you think twice and follow her command instead of listening to the screaming voice in your head. 1, 2, 3, 4, her imposing figure getting more clear in each foot of distance cleared. She stands at least 2 feet higher than you do, and her well maintained figure is captivating. 5, 6, 7, you pause in surprise as the Elf begins to walk towards you! Her long graceful gait is the most mesmerizing thing you've ever seen. Her small waist twists slightly as her hips sway in an exaggerated manner. There's about 10 feet between you and her and you still have 3 steps to go... 8, 9, 10, she stops 4 feet away from you as you sink to your knees as she instructed. Lowering your head to the ground you wait for her next command.

"You don't look so good my little friend." She says, but not in a critical way. "You're no good to me looking like this, I need to get you into better shape." You raise your head and meet her eyes yet again. She's looking down at you with a rather odd little expression. You've never seen one like it before, and so you can't be sure if she is angry, sad or anything in between.

"Is miss going to hang me?" You ask with as much trepidation as you can muster.

"Hang you? No, I won't hang you. Do you know what I am?" You feel a wave of relief wash over you after her affirmation, but it's quickly replaced by another wave of confusion.

"You is an Elf miss." You state plainly, although you are unaware of any Elf tribes from this area.

"That's right, but do you know what my task is?" This next question astounds you and leaves you simply scratching your head in frustration.

"Errrhhh, what you talkin' about miss? I not know you like that." By now you've brought yourself upright on your knees, looking up at the woman standing over you.

"I'm no hunter little thing. I'm the captain of a platoon of scouts come to raid your village." Your blood runs cold as the news of this horrible twist of fate dawns on you. Your mouth runs completely dry as your jaw drops in horror. "You kill us!? You kill me!? Me no hurt you! Me run away!"

You begin to sob uncontrollably as you think about your impending **** at the hands of a beautiful elf woman. You think better of it as the storm of melancholy subsides while you become resigned to your fate, at least you can show this lass the last of your courage as you greet the other side with honor.

"Me no run, me die now. Me deserve to die." You sputter out your resignation speech as tears and drool mix into the sand and mud below you.