She tries to leave

She ceased. "I can't," she spoke sheepishly, backing away.

The elf’s golden eyes darkened, her playful smirk sharpening into something more dangerous. "Oh?" she purred, rising from the water in one fluid motion. Droplets cascaded down her bare form as she stepped onto the bank, her stride unhurried but inevitable. "You don’t get to leave that easily, little human."

The human turned to run, though it was too late.

The elf’s fingers worked terrifyingly fast. Laces snapped. Fabric tore. And in one swift yank, her breasts bounce free before she could even think to cover them.

"Stop!"

Elara didn't.

The leggings went next, the human's frantic kicks doing nothing to deter the elf’s relentless hands. The final indignity, she's stripped completely bare, her thatch of brown curls on full display between her thighs.

"There," Elara murmured, stepping back to admire her handiwork, taking in the curves and contours of the exposed human. "Now you're ready."

"Ready for what?!" the nude human exclaimed, humiliation burning through her like wildfire. She scrambled to her feet, naked, exposed, her body trembling!

"You're going to be my apprentice," the elf said, as if this were an everyday occurrence, as if stripping people and taking them on as students was NORMAL. "What's your name?" the elf questioned.

"Isla," she spoke without much thought. In fairness, her brain's elsewhere. She's naked. Anyone could see her, and that was her primary concern.

"You can choose to leave if you'd like, but we're a day or two away from the city, and you've not a thread to your name," she spoke, her voice dripping with mockery. "Stay with me, and I will teach you."