Might as well

Rob took a prybar and began levering off the top of the crate, revealing the elf within. The first thing that struck him was the vivid blue of her hair, even dirty and matted as it was from her confinement. He suspected they'd have to chop it short to get it proper, but once it regrew, it would be something to attract customers with. Reaching in, he undid the breathing hose, checked that she wasn't pinned in place, and then lifted her out before dumping her to the floor unceremoniously.

He took a long moment to look her over, his scowl deepening. First were the bruises. She'd taken a beating, and the dark patches under her ribs and on her arms and legs still hadn't completely faded. Then there were the bits of cotton stuffed in her ears. Ignoring the mental effects of being denied any sound or sight for that long, there would have been no way for her to hear that water or other liquids were coming down her breathing tube. It's a wonder she didn't drown. He mused to himself.

Aside from the oddities in her transportation, she wasn't anything special. Slender and toned, though her malnourishment in transit had left her a touch gaunt, her skin pale and her delicate bits a light pink. Rob gripped her by her hair and pulled her up, taking a clinical look at her small breasts before he took a closer look at the brand over her womb. He scowled before releasing her hair and looking at the paperwork that had come in with her. His gut coiled nastily before he **** it down. Do your job. Just do your job. He reminded himself as he laid the papers back down.

He stepped to where she lay, now rolled to her back, and plucked the cotton from her ears. "You speak common, elf?" He rumbled.

She hesitated, then nodded her head.

"Good." And then he moved his thumb over the end of the air tube. It took a moment as she desperately tried to pull in the air that was no longer there for her. Then she started thrashing in her bonds, helpless as she squirmed across the floor. Her movements grew weaker and weaker before finally, she went still.

He removed his thumb and placed his foot on her belly, pressing against it, then releasing it until he felt her start to breathe again. "Do you want to do that again?" He questioned, moving his thumb back over the end of the hose. She immediately began thrashing again, and he waited until she'd calmed before he removed his thumb.

"Again?" He questioned, and he could see the cords of muscle in her belly tense in response. Then she shook her head from side to side gently.

"I'm going to take off the blindfold then. You keep your eyes on the floor unless you want to go out again." He warned.

Leaning forward, he tugged off the blindfold. He was staggered by her eyes, a bright, almost luminescent blue-within-blue that seemed to dance like the sun sparkling off a calm sea. It was such a sight that he hesitated a moment before remembering what he was doing and blocking her air.

She thrashed, spasming involuntarily as her body desperately fought for air that wasn't there to be won. In the end, he watched as her eyes grew dull and unfocused before the elf slumped to the stone.

When she came to, she looked right back at him, her eyes unquenchable frostfire as they bored into the big man. He took her air again. The next time was the same, and the next.

He grumbled to himself, "This is going to take a while, isn't it." And Rob vaguely considered getting a refill of coffee before deciding against it.

Finally, she got it, defeating her instincts, or perhaps just too weary to do anything but stare listlessly at the floor when she came to once more. "Good girl." He rumbled appreciatively. "Now, we can take as long as we need to for you to get this right. But once we do, I'll take out the gag. Would you like that?"

She hesitated for a long moment, then nodded, and he smirked to himself. She doesn't trust me. That was fine; she'd come to know that when he said something, he meant it, soon enough.

"Firstly, when someone gives you an order, you do it. No matter how difficult. Now, I'm going to give you an order. You do it." He waited for that to sink in before barking in a commanding tone: "Elf. Kneel!"

Her hesitation was less from refusal but because her head was throbbing and her thoughts seemed to be moving slowly as they crawled through the haze she swam in. Once she'd pieced together what he was asking of her, she struggled to roll to her front, managing to struggle to a kneeling position through a series of painful contortions with her poorly circulated legs and without the use of her arms. She wavered, barely staying upright, her balanced impaired by the hypoxia he'd put her through.

He couldn't help but be slightly impressed that she'd managed it, but he knew sparing her now would only cause her worse later. "Not fast enough, elf." He grunted and cut off her air. Watching her spasm on the floor, he knew full well he was likely doing lasting damage. The elves were always a bit slower after their indoctrination, their speech slurred, their balanced just a bit off, their eyesight worse off. Whores could make do.

When she'd finished spasming on the floor, and he'd given her a bit to regain consciousness, he gave the order again, watching her scramble to obey. She was probably slower this time, but the speed wasn't the point. He gave the next order, and then cut off her air, and then the next, and the next, and the next.