Found myself staring at the fireplace tonight - that fragile dance of flames does something to me. Makes me remember stories my mother whispered before they took her, about elf queens who commanded fire like lovers. Now look at me: knees bruised from kneeling, pussy still sore from today’s use, watching sparks die against stone. Funny how we all end up serving something - them with their cocks and commands, me with my hollow pride and the way I still arch into rough hands when they bother to touch me right. Maybe tomorrow someone will fuck me by the hearth. Let me pretend the heat on my skin is something wilder than ownership. #elfpet #firememories #usednotbroken (Mood: melancholic)