Nyx crouched silently in the shadows her eyes fixed on her prey. The deer was a picture of tranquillity leisurely grazing in the clearing before her. Slowly she drew her bow eyes never moving from her target.
“Don’t move thief” the abrupt order jolted her out of her transfixed state. In her deep concentration, she had not noticed the woman creep up behind her. As the words were spoken she felt a knife pressed against her throat. She dropped her bow cursing herself for letting her guard down. She knew there would be people looking for them. Startled by the noise the deer darted into the trees beyond the clearing. “You’re the little elf who stole Queen Cerise’s property” the woman growled triumphantly, thrusting a wanted poster in her face. “I’m going to be a very rich woman once I turn you in” Nyx could hear the grin in her voice.
“If I let you live long enough to turn me in” Nyx muttered under her breath.
“What was that elf?” the bounty hunter snarled.
“I said you are very wise to have come to that realisation” Nyx replied.
Lightning fast the bounty hunter removed the knife from Nyx’s throat pushing her forward until her stomach made contact with the forest floor. She placed a knee in the middle of the elf’s back, grasping both of her wrists in one hand. She then brought her palm down hard on the elf’s bottom with a crack which reverberated through the surrounding trees startling a nearby family of squirrels who scampered away into the underbrush. Nyx let out a squeal of indignation. The bounty hunter responded with a chuckled as she reached into her pack. Pulling out a length of coarse rope she began to bind the girl’s wrists.
“What could have possessed a little elf to think she would get away with stealing from the Queen” the bounty hunter mused in a conversational tone pulling on the ropes which were now tied around Nyx’s wrists to test their security. Nyx squirmed beneath her and was rewarded with another hard slap to her bottom. This time Nyx gritted her teeth determined to deny the bounty hunter the satisfaction of a reaction. The bounty hunter gave the elf three more hard slaps before reaching for more rope and focusing her attention on binding the girl’s ankles.
Once convinced her prisoner was secure the bounty hunter began a weapons search. She pulled a knife from Nyx’s left boot and placed it in her pack before slowly sliding her hands up her girl’s legs. She slipped a hand beneath the elf’s skirt removing a dagger which had been tied to her upper thigh. That was also added to her pack. The bounty hunter continued her search running her hands over the girl’s hips, bottom and up her back before flipping her over. Nyx whimpered in discomfort as her bound hands were subjected to the weight of her upper body. The bounty hunter then began again, running her hands up the front of the elf’s legs and over her stomach, stopping to reach between her breasts pulling out another dagger and a diamond studded gold necklace. She dangled the necklace in front of Nyx’s face.
“Is this what you stole from the Queen?” She demanded. Nyx held back a sigh of relief and nodded. At least the bounty hunter didn’t know the true reason why the queen was after her.