Whumpee wipes their eyes, shivering, wrapping their arms around their legs. "Please, please don't take me back," They rasp, scooting up until their back hits the wall.
Hunter stares down at Whumpee. For a supposedly hardened, cruel elf, they look rather pathetic. Grime covers their skin and clothes, they're horribly malnourished, their ears are mangled and nearly unrecognizable. Don't fall for it, Hunter reminds themselves, taking a deep breath and pulling their handcuffs out. Elves know how to garner sympathy when they don't need it. I won't fall for it.
Hunter can't help but think the sob that comes out of Whumpee is terribly real, though.