captured by a beautiful dark elf

The trap sprung as soon as Dirk reached the stream.

There was a sudden "CLANG!!" and a hidden iron trap snapped shut around his ankle. It was painless, but immobilised his leg entirely.

A slim figure immediately darted out of the shadows of the trees clutching a long, thin bladed sword. She was short and lithe, wearing dark leather armour, her face obscured by a silk veil. She made a graceful throwing gesture and Dirk felt a slight sting in his arm.

A needle...? He suddenly felt light headed and utterly relaxed.

The woman slinked forward and stood before him with one hand on her hip, surveying her captive. She wore tight black leggings on her long, slender legs. Her short white hair, dark skin, and pointed ears marked her out clearly as a dark elf.

Dirk knew he should be concerned about this, but the **** flowing through his system kept him surprisingly relaxed.

The dark elf's eyes narrowed. "A human? From Carn, no doubt?" The thin veil covering her lips and nose moved as she spoke. "I was hoping for another witch, at least. What are you doing this far into Fanndorn Forest?"

"I'll tell you nothing. Let me go, you dark slut!" Dirk retorted, although he was too relaxed to say it with any particular venom.

The dark elf laughed. "Dark slut! My, you're a feisty one!" Her eyes narrowed. "There's only one slut here though, boy. Do you know who I am?"

Dirk shook his head.

She shrugged. "No matter. My name is Valleria and I am well known in these parts. I hunt people for money. Sometimes specific people, sometimes not. At the minute I'm looking for slaves for the Akn-Reibar markets, and I think you'll fetch a good price."

Dirk paled.

"Ah, I see you've heard of them!" Valleria cooed. "You'll be sold to the highest bidder, male or female, to do with as they wish. So, you see, you're about to become the biggest slut around here."

"You bitch! Let me go!"

Valleria was clearly grinning behind her veil. "I don't think so! In fact, far from letting you go, I want to see what kind of price I might get for you. Lower your britches."

"What? No!" Dirk felt horrified at the thought of baring himself to this huntress!

The dark elf's voice was cool and dangerous. "You do have a choice, human. But believe me, you do not want me to take your clothes off for you. Now be a good boy and drop your britches. Show me what you've got."

Dirk hesitated, and then started undoing his belt with trembling fingers. Where was Eilwy? Why hasn't she rescued him?