I yield, take me as prisoner, mercy!

You cry out a plea of humiliating defeat. You arms limp and ineffectual, they take pity.

They talk for a bit, then drag your body into the woods without resistance. Even while dragged along the forest floor you drop in and out of stupor. You are left in a small cabin, chained to a wall with little more than a foot of slack.

...

For years you are kept in this cabin, never being unshackled. Used for pleasure, humiliated for a power trip, and tortured for vengeance against all elves. They hated you with such zeal and passion, but all they would want to hear is, "elfy want more, please."