Page 18 of Dark Elf's Good Girl

“Isla,” he turns to me. “This is my mother, the matriarch of this family. This is Talara.”

I nod and curtsy at the dark elf who is looking down her nose at me, with the same disgust that I am sure is obvious on my face when I look at Calix.

I quickly stop my breasts from spilling out of the dress, as I stand up from the curtsy.

“Calix,” Talara ignores me as she turns to her son. “Why do you bring such rough beings into the dining room dear? I hate getting the carpets dirty.”

I bite my tongue, and stop myself from lunging at her and clawing her eyes out.

I’m probably cleaner than your dirty little bastard of a son here, I think as I curl my hands into fists.

The voice in my head is vicious and unforgiving and is probably the only thing keeping me from going insane.

This is your voice. I am you.

“Mother, be nice.” Calix says and slides his hand down my back, before groping my ass.

“I don’t need to. She’s a disgusting little wench with no taste in clothing apparently. But I suppose she couldn’t afford anything better.”

Talara walks away from us to her seat at the dinner table.

“But don’t worry you little bitch,” she calls to me. “I’m sure you’ll earn some finer things on your knees soon.”

My skin is prickling and my breath is shaky and hot tears spring to my eyes as I turn away from her.

I look around for someone who doesn’t hate me, and I meet the sympathetic eyes of Calix’s brother.

The one who saved me last night.

“That’s Aiken.” Calix gestures dismissively at his brother.

Aiken’s face becomes emotionless when Calix meets his gaze.

But when Calix turns away from Aiken, I feel his gaze return to me. I look at him defiantly.

He may have saved me, but he’s a dark elf. He is probably as bad as his brother.

Dinner is served then. Calix and Aiken’s father comes into the room halfway through dinner, but no one really notices.

After dinner, Talara makes my position within the family clear.

“You’re a servant,” she orders me as I stand in front of her. “And you’ll act as such. I don’t want any humans at this table ever again, so consider this a privilege that you’ll never experience again.”

I nod obediently – something I learned to do at the club.

“Lira!” Talara yells in a deafening voice and I jump backwards by several paces in shock.

A dark elf zagfer, the one who brought me the dress before dinner, appears as if from nowhere.

“You’ll be assigned to watch this one here,” she nods at me. Again, her face is twisted with disgust. “Make sure she doesn’t make any trouble.”

“Yes Mistress.” Lira says meekly. Our eyes meet briefly but she doesn’t show any emotion.

My stomach is in knots again, the way it was in the club when Calix first appeared backstage.

I can’t believe this is happening to me. This feels like the fever dreams I used to have as a child.

How could this be happening to me?

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