I've wanted to do something like this for a long time, but I felt more inspired thanks to JaceLikesToWrite. I've had bad writers block and have been depressed and writing this has helped, so I hope you don't mind! Plz don't be upset Jace .3.
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Mia's point of view-

Like antique dolls...

...ha...

That was an understatement. What we were was so much more, yet so much less at the same time. Slaves, trophies...tools for pleasure. Just sitting there and looking pretty grew boring for even the emperor. Of course I could never let the boys find out. I didn't want any more pity.
I tried so hard to run from those memories, to always smile and look on the bright side of things to drown out the sorrows and fear. So I could move forward and live a brighter, happier life. So I would never look weak like I did back then...
My bare feet were sore and nearly blistering, my legs quivering underneath my slim body as I struggled to stay standing. I sucked in my stomach as it growled, not having eaten much for an entire day I was transferred from my home to the lions den. The empire.
The screams continued to echo in my head, the flickering of orange and golden flames almost burned into the underneath of my eyelids, haunting me with the images of my home being lost to the flames every time I closed my eyes. Family, friends...hope, happiness...all gone. I never would have dreamed that this could have happened, that I would be taken from my home and loved ones to watch it all burn down in the darkness of night as I was taken away to horrors unknown.
I could have ran faster, I could have fought harder...but I didn't. I allowed my fate to be paved in suffering and sorrow. I never could have imagined the anguish of it, the strength it would take to hide the pain away. The only thing I could use any strength for, since otherwise I was helpless.
My heart raced within my chest, my legs nearly giving out beneath me as I walked down that hall, the floor lined in soft red carpeting. The shackles binding my ankles turned my skin beneath them red and raw, the rattling made by the chain echoing on a loop through my pointed ears. My breathing was fast and forced, gasping to catch my breath as sorrow and fear stripped it away from my aching lungs. My limbs ached and head throbbed. My tongue was dry, my thirst silently striving for a refreshing, satisfying beverage that I knew would not receive. I expected the cruelty, and I should have seen the other signs of what else was to come.
Tears stained my cheeks, burning my face that was red with grief, scorched with the embers of self pity. My head slowly lifted, my eyes burning and welled with liquid as I took in my surroundings that made me feel like a rock had been dropped in my stomach, making it ache until I felt like I would vomit. The pillars were painted golden with the floor covered in golden and amber hue tiles, but I knew that those were not true priceless minerals, just forged beauty.
As I looked up ahead, I would have hurled if my stomach were not free of contents.
A tall man stood there in black pants, a fancy black cleric jacket with only two buttons, long black boots, and a purple cape of fine silk that went over his left shoulder. His brunette hair was long, almost enough to be pulled back into a ponytail, stands falling over his face. Rings were on four of his fingers, two on each hand but I knew that he was not betrothed. The crown in his head was bedazzled with fine, evenly spaced red jewels. The smile of his face was wide and twisted, showing his bright white teeth with sharp fangs, and his eyes...those hazel eyes haunt my nightmares. Not Herobrine's white orbs, but those sick, lust filled eyes that would forever taunt me and remind me of my true frailty.

  "So beautiful..." His voice was smooth yet filled me with burning disgust.

My gaze shifted for a moment to the two other elves bound beside me, whimpering just as I had been. All of our clothes were dirtied and torn, barring scars here and there upon our skin. My eyes moved back to the emperor as he approached, his gaze fixated mainly upon me, causing my body to quiver with all the more violence. A spark glowed in his eyes that filled me with fear, disgust, and hate.
I took a step back as his arm reached out, but I quickly froze as I felt the tip of a blade press against my back from one of the guards to prevent me from retreating.
A whimper breached from my throat, more tears leaking from my eyes just when I had believed that I was finally drained of them. I tasted the salt against my dry tongue but when I wanted to object to the vile tyrant's distasteful touch, I fell silent. I knew only pain would be brought my way if I objected.
His hand took a hold of the long strand of hair hanging over my shoulder, my eyes shutting tight and teeth clutching, his hand so close to coming into contact with my breast. Thankful, it did not come into contact, not even grazing it, much to my relief. Still, I bit my lip as he leaned in, closing his eyes and took a slow whiff of the fragrance my hair let out, if it let off any fragrance at all. My face was on fire and chest in pain from my pounding heart, filled with a sense of violation. Once his gaze rested upon me once more, filled with longing desire, I could have sworn his tongue flicked out for a second to rub against his own lips.
I nearly sighed in relief once he pulled away and began to circle around the other two, walking over to the brunette to my right, rubbing her arm and causing her to shudder, then going over to the raven haired, standing so close but I dared not look to see if or how he had touched her but I could that soft sound of distress from her throat. I worried for them just as much as myself.

  "Take them and get them ready. I want them out of those rags and into something more...appealing. Make them presentable."

Before I get more of a thought through my mind, I was painfully grabbed my the shackles binding my wrists behind my back and pulled, along with the other girls as I listened to them cry out. All I could do was beg and plead for them to stop, to let me go back home and set me free, but my words always fell on deaf ears. I don't know what I expected. I could not stand the possibilities of what was to come my way.
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There I stood in a fancy room like a bedroom, a fancy bed with a dresser and curtains, but the floor was cold stone, as were the dull grey walls reflecting my sorrow. The single window was barred, preventing me from escaping although the drop was sure to be fatal but at that moment, death was more appealing than this crude slavery. A tall mirror stood beside it, allowing me to stare at my reflection.
My eyes were red from all the tears I had shed, my face and neck as well. My clothes were a thin faint pink lace, almost white but were not transparent so others could see my body beneath. Although the outfit was rather revealing nonetheless. There were no shoulders on the sleeves and the sleeves had slits, allowing the bare skin on my arms to be revealed. My stomach showed, still quietly growing to be fed. The pink skirt reached nearly to my knees and my dress shoes dug into the back of my heels, feeling worse than nothing at all. My hair hung freely down, a silver crown over my head and necklaces I was forced to wear tight around my neck. The bracelets nearly fell off but I was too scared to remove them myself. They had me put on rings, and a golden ankle bracelet, and cuff earrings, and dreadful makeup. I picked up the brush and rubbed it along my face, the pale blush hiding the true red underneath, but no makeup could hide the bags beneath my eyes left behind by my grief.
I turned around slowly, my head hung low and avoiding eye contact with the guard. He simply rechained my ankles and cuffed my wrists in front of me before taking me back outside.
I remembered as a child I had always dreamed of being in such grand of a place. I never thought it would turn into a nightmare.
Once I was brought back out with the other two, all dolled up, the tyrant once again seemingly let all of his focus rest solely on me. I remember him grabbing me roughly by the waist and pulling me in until our hips hit one another, his face leaning down until his nose pressed against my own, his warm breath rushing wave after wave against my face. I quietly yelped, using every ounce of will to keep myself from crying and screaming. I could hear him purr in my ear, my heart thumping so fast I felt it would burst. His head slightly tilted, his lower lip brushing against my cheek as if contemplating rather or not to lick or kiss me. It made my spine shiver and blood run cold.

  "One day...I'll save the best for last!" My eyes grew wide as that whisper left from his mouth, as if speaking to himself.

What he talking about "one day"? "Best for last"? What was that supposed to mean? I drew a conclusion in my head, one that made my lips once again quiver and eyes shed tears. My body felt heavy and sore, my knees nearly giving out. I did not like what crossed my mind, but I knew that it was exactly what he was talking about. When would "one day" finally arrive?
For months we were there, harassed and abused, physically, emotionally..."near" sexually. Bruises, unwanted touching, talking down to us and telling us that we were forever stuck here as his "beautiful trophies", smacked if we ever talked back. Threatened to be scourged. I begged to go home, only to get hit every time before I finally shut up. Finally I gave up. Everyday was filled with anxiety and fear, waiting and waiting for him to finally take it too far. Everyday brought a new plea for freedom; for death.

Sit there and look pretty...

Sit there and look pretty...

The only bright side, was meeting a girl. A girl by the name of Lalea. She was the head Mage with beautiful blue hair and eyes and always wore the same blue silk cloak. Of course she did not gain my trust at first, but over time I had grown to admire her. She always told me to search for a bright side, to hope for better days. Even though that I struggled, I took her words to heart. Despite her best efforts and my own, I had already been damaged and staying here with that madman was not allowing me to heal.
Those nights finally came, the worst nights of my time of captivity. I could hear the screaming, one night then the next. I recognized those screams getting louder than disappearing from the hall behind my locked door. The other two who were captured with me. I sat there crying until I finally cried myself to sleep, knowing what was going on and waiting each second for my dreaded turn. On that second night I heard my friend and fellow slave screaming, myself sobbing into the velvet sheets of my bed, my heart sank then froze.
I sat straight up with a gasp breaching my mouth, goosebumps rising from my skin as I gagged, trying not to throw up from anxiety. I watched as the door opened and when I saw all of that blue past my near blinding tears, I was finally able to breathe.

  "Mia!" Her voice was angelic, a heavenly song to my ears. "Are you okay? He didn't...do anything to you yet...did he?"

She nearly sprinted into the room, running up to me and taking a hold of my hands. I flinched, having grown unfamiliar to a gentle, wanted touch. I sniffed with hiccups forcing their way up, making it difficult for me to speak. Her gentle touch and soft hands, I could not help but to grip them back. I stared into her bright blue eyes, my racing heart skipping a beat.

I finally spoke. "Th-the guards! Wh-what..?"

She cut me off, and smile putting dimples on her blushed cheeks. "It's okay! I dealt with them already." She pulled me up me feet, myself stumbling before gaining steady footing on my shaking legs.

  "I'm going to get you out of here. I'm going to help you!"

My eyes grew wider, another set of tears slipping from my eyes and running down my sore cheeks, dripping from my chin. Suddenly, after so long of being in pain, I smiled. I laughed. I was happy; overjoyed in fact! I could hardly contain my overwhelming excitement and joy, even though I kept telling myself not to get my hopes up. It was so hard not to.
I stood and pulled her into and embrace, shaking her as I dug my face into her shoulder and cried, this time tears of joy. My fingers dug into her cloak and skin, unintentionally hurting her but I had hardly noticed in the state I was in.

I cheered, but I was still choked up. "Thank you! Thank you!"

She laughed before putting her hands on my bare shoulders and gently pushing me back. Her smile warmed my previously dead heart.

  "Come on, we have to leave now and carefully."

She pulled my out of the room, allowing me to see the unconscious bodies of the guards on the floors that she had put out cold with her magic. I ditched the jewelry and she lead me through the halls, knowing her way around and how to avoid the guards. When I finally left that palace, my body and mind felt lighter. The air felt fresher and I felt...wonderful. Free.
The last time I saw her, she spoke the words I would never forget.

  "Mia, live the rest of your life with hope. Be happy. If not for yourself, then for me. Take care, and never let the world drag you down. You're strong, and brave. Never give up."

I'll never be weak again. I'll never give up again. I will remain free. I will be happy...if not for myself, then for you. For my friends; my boys.