Take her to the cave before she woke up

With surprising ease, you hoisted her over your shoulder and began the trek back to your cave. Her weight was nothing to your robust goblin physique. You moved swiftly, weaving through the trees and underbrush, avoiding any paths that might lead to her rescue. The journey was tense, your muscles coiled and ready for a fight, but no one came. The forest was eerily quiet, as if it knew of the fate that awaited the unfortunate elf girl.

Upon reaching the cave, you carefully laid her on the soft sleeping mat, her body still frozen from the venom. You took a moment to appreciate the spoils of your hunt—her lithe form, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, and the promise of what she would soon become. You quickly set to work, placing your bag of potions and tools next to her. The anticipation grew as you prepared the first potion, a clear liquid that shimmered with an unnatural light. It was the essence of obedience, a concoction that would make her bend to your will without question.