With authority. She must know who her master is.

"Owwww, my head...", the gnome murmurs in Common, the language spoken between all the four "greater" races (as those enemies of your master call themselves) as she slowly sits up in the bed, her eyes opening to reveal the brilliant green shade of them as she looks around the room, "What? Where the hell am I? Where are the others? Wha-what's going on?"

She looks around in a panic at the unfamiliar room and then her eyes fall on you, standing there before the bed with your burning red eyes fixed upon her and the expression on your face as stoic as a goblin's expression can be. At the sight of you, she recoils, clambering backwards on the bed as she looks at you with wide eyes. Her hands go for her waist where empty sheathes sit on her hips, obviously going for the daggers that she had dropped when you knocked her out.

"A...a goblin?! You...what?", she stammers and then stops as she looks at you more closely, taking in your distinctive red eyes and obsidian skin, and she gasps, "I remember you! You bastard! You were playing dead and caught me by surprise! That's dirty! So, what, you captured me? You think you can hold me hostage? My friends will come for me! They'll save me."

It is then that you open your mouth to form words for the first time, your tongue feeling awkward in your mouth as you try and bring the words of the common tongue to your lips. You find that you know goblin-speak already and most of the languages spoken between the races that serve your master, but common...common feels awkward on your tongue. Almost as though it was not meant for the lips of a goblin. Still, you are something more than a regular goblin and so you form words to communicate with the gnome.

"My master...defeat gnome's friends. Human dead. Elves captured, made slaves, use by master's servants for rutting.", you say, your voice guttural and harsh as you speak the unfamiliar words and then point to the gnome's throat where the leather choker is located, "Gnome ****. Gnome pet. Gnome my pet. I gnome's master. Gnome belong me."

The gnome looks at you with shock at the news of her friends' defeat and of her own capture and new status in life. Her hands fly to her neck, touching at the rough leather of the collar encircling her throat and giving a cry of dismay. She shakes her head furiously and then glares at you, rage and hatred burning in her beautiful green eyes.

"No! NO! Like hell I'm anybody's pet! Let alone the pet to some freak goblin!", she growled and leaped from the bed with preternatural grace and speed, launching herself at you with her hands stretched out towards you and her fingers curled like claws towards your eyes.

She is powered by rage and skilled as a rogue, dexterous and agile...but she is weaker than you. She is shorter than you by at least half a foot and built much lighter than you. Her diminutive frame is not made to fight unarmed and in straight-forward fashion, her skills leaning more towards striking from behind and without her opponents being aware. But she is lost in anger and, thus, she throws herself at you in that haphazard manner and makes it easy for you to counter her.

You reach out and grasp her wrists before she reaches you and, using her own momentum against her, you twist around and throw her down onto the hard stone floor with a brutal slam. She tries to cry out in pain as her back hits the floor, but the impact has knocked all the air out of her and she can only gasp and writhe in pain as you look down at her. You move then and you straddle her chest, pinning her arms to the ground beneath your knees and holding her body down with your own weight so that she cannot escape your grasp when she recovers her breath.

"Gnome is my pet. Gnome accept this or I punish.", you tell her firmly and then reach out to run your fingers through her short red hair, petting her as though she actually were a pet, "If gnome good pet, I treat good. No pain. No punish. I be good master to gnome if gnome good pet."

She looks up at you with teary eyes, the anger no less, but her struggles stopping as she glares at you. You take this to be a good sign and so you pat her head once more and give her a nod. "I let gnome stand now. If gnome be good, no trouble. If gnome be bad, big trouble."

With that, you move to stand and take your weight from the gnome's body, allowing her to stand if she wishes it.