Nixxie was currently filling out paperwork on her desk. A Naga of all things had come into her store and bought 10 gnomes. She didn’t know that word of her shop had spread so far.

After filling out the last of the paper work she filed it and relaxed into her chair. As soon as she started to relax though the front door rang. Nixxie was about to welcome the person who was at the door when she felt a something off.

At the front of the store stood a tall dark skinned blood elf. She had on all purple clothing with black laces holding the waist together. On her shoulders where 2 wings extended on her back. Her face was covered with a dark hood but small shadows rose from the entrance near the eyes.

Most noticeable about her outfit though was that she had on thick snow boots. In Northrend that might seem natural but in Stranglethorn Vale it was a very odd sight. The climate was always at least 90 degrees.

Nixxie could tell without a doubt that the person in front of her was a shadow priest. Not by the clothing though but by the dark aura dancing around her giving off malicious vibes, it almost felt alive.

Nixxie shakily got up and walked over to the blood elf. Most things didn’t scare Nixxie she had beaten up an ogre once for calling her a runt, but the things that did where by far scarier. A Shadow Priest where bad news.

Instead of holy energy they used dark energy, unlike their counterpart holy priests who healed, they inflicted pain. Instead of helping people they caused suffering. Very few things made Nixxie shiver though, once a warlock did but this priest was by far scarier.

“Ho… How may I... Help you miss?” Nixxie stuttered out. The blood elf glared down at her, “Alessa, Alessa Draven” She replied. Nixxie gulped, even this chicks name sounded creepy to her.

“Well.. Miss Draven... What might you be looking f... For?” Nixxie tried to control the fear she felt looking up at this priest. “I’m looking for a couple of gnomes maybe close friends or family perhaps?

Nixxie was puzzled. Gnomes where independent creatures by nature they didn’t make comrades or friends from what she knew. Nixxie was about to reply when Alessa walked right past her into her back room.

She walked into the new gnome’s area and looked them over for a short time. After a few minutes she found what she was looking for. There huddled together where 2 female gnomes. One with white hair and the other with pink.

She smiled to herself and lifted up the pink haired gnome. The white haired gnome started to scream and jump. Alessa knew right then that she had found what she was looking for. She pocketed both gnomes and started to walk back to the front of the store.

Once she was by Nixxie she smirked and started to scream. It was so terrifying that Nixie fell onto the ground crying to herself and shaking. Alessa smirked and walked out the front of the store

~5 minutes later~

Nixxie stopped crying and looked around. There was no one in her store but herself and some screaming gnomes. She didn’t know what happened but she felt a slight pain in her head and a low ring in her ears.

Nixxie wondered what had made all the gnomes scream at once or why she was on the floor. She pondered this for a couple hours before she heard her front door ring.

“Welcome to Nixxie’s pet shop how may I help you”

~Outside Nixxie’s pet shop~

Alessa smirked as she left the shop, the goblin was still weeping into the floor when she left and it made her smile. This was the best part of her visits here. She was a regular to her store but then again the poor goblin didn’t even know that.

Psychic scream is such a handy skill to know, especially when you want to cause some minor memory loss

Alessa laughed to herself as she pulled a hearthstone out from her pocket and started to fade out.

~ The Ghostlands ~

Just south of Tranquillien lied a small cottage hidden amongst the trees in the Ghostlands. The Ghostlands is a rather dark and dreary place, with not even a glimmer of sun, even along the coast. It is a zone that reeks of death and undead activity.

But to Alessa this place was the closet she had found to heaven. As a young girl she grew up in the lush beautiful forests of Eversong Woods, and she hated every moment of it. Alessa was different than most children she didn’t get along with people.

Everyone was always bright and bubbly as children but not Alessa. She liked to be alone and practice her mana control. Her whole family where priests and priestesses who were very well known by Silvermoon.

Her family had taught her the ways of holy magic like they had done since the start of their family. What they didn’t expect though was Alessa to not take up holy ability’s, but to be a master of shadow magic instead.

As a child she had mastered basic shadow priest ability’s and into her teens she could do so much more. Her family didn’t praise here ability’s though; they hated it with every fiber of their beings.  After years of trying to get her to give up her shadow magic for holy her father gave her a choice.

Ether forget her foolish shadow ability’s and take up the family tradition, or be banished not to come back to their home again. The choice was very simple to Alessa. She packed her seldom belongings and headed south.

She left when she was 17 to the edge of Eversong and found the ghostlands. She could tell from the moment she saw it that this was going to be her new home. She kept going south till she found a small town called Tranquillien.

People where in need of help there were more undead then they could handle. She was happy to oblige. She got paid well for her work and had many months to practice and hone her dark ability’s. One day she was going west of the town she stayed at and found a small cottage amongst the forest.

It was burned and ravaged horribly but it stood tall. She found out that it was once a home of a widow a few years ago before a pack of ghouls came and ransacked the place tearing and burning the house down.

She worked on the house for a couple months and made it livable. Soon she had made a new life for herself. She had been very popular in the ghostlands, no undead where safe when she was around. It was the perfect job for her.

Alessa had a very sadistic mind at times and loved the feeling of the torture she inflicted it was pure ecstasy. She would use her powers in ways to make her enemy’s beg for death. After the years of practice she could make even James Vishas beg for death.

After years of killing she had turned into a master of shadow magic, learning the most advanced ability’s that even masters of the class couldn’t do. Sadly after the death of The Lich King, the masses of undead died down and she was with more free time then she knew what to do with.

She tried many different things to pass her days but nothing filled the void of the torture she could inflict on others. Until one day she found a gnome.

The gnome was close to death, battered and broken but it intrigued her. She had never known of gnomes since she had never left the small stated area she lived in. She used her other form of magic to heal his cuts and pains.

He was excited and happy to be alive, but that did not last. Alessa wanted to try a new form of torture she has never tried before. She acted nice to him feeding him, bathing him, taking care of him. But little by little she started to torment him.

Little by little she tortured him each day, after each day it got worse and worse, she did everything from suffocating him in her armpits, to drowning him in her urine. After each day she would heal every wound he had and start all over again.

This was her life purpose to torment to kill, it was more than a pleasure it was pure ecstasy.  Sadly her fun did not last. One day after inflicting a massive amount of pain he just broke. Not his body but his mind.

After that he never cried, he never made a sound, he never winced. It was like losing a part of herself she was driven with rage that she couldn’t enjoy her favorite past time anymore. But then she realized something. If she found a gnome maybe others have to.

Since then she went off in search of gnomes. Soon she found out that they were sold as pets, slaves, and even food! She was more than happy. She had played with many gnomes and tortured them for months.

Eventually she found a shop known as Nixxie’s. It had the best gnomes she ever found there was every type of gnome she could find there. Of course she was never rich but then again she could do things that others just couldn’t so she always got what she wanted.

Alessa walked into her home, locking the door behind her. She didn’t want any surprises even if they never happened she wanted to make sure her fun was not ruined.  She dumped the 2 gnomes on the table and watched the 2 gnomes with joy as they fell down in pain.

The gnomes where shocked to see their surroundings, instead of the wooden cages they were accustomed to they were in a charred moldy, damp house. The gnomes looked up in fear at the giantess standing over them chuckling darkly.

Something bothered Alessa though. The 2 gnomes where both an inch tall. She pondered how to correct this error. She looked through her pouch and then smiled wickedly. She had recently been to a carnival known as the Darkmoon Fair.

When she was there she saw many interesting sights but one thing she found stood out more than the rest. She reached into her bag and pulled out a Small vial of crimson liquid. It increased the size of whoever drank it.

She grabbed the white haired gnome roughly and held her head in-between her index and thumb. The gnome tried to get free but it was useless to Alessa’s firm grip on her skull.

She popped the cork off the vial and started to poor the liquid down the little gnome’s mouth. She gagged and coughed but in the end she had drank some of it. After about half the bottle was empty she closed the lid and dropped the gnome on the table.

The pink haired gnome panicked and ran over to her friend but stopped when she saw her twitching violently. She started to grow slowly increasing her size inch by inch. After a minute she stopped shaking and opened her eyes.

She started to stand and panicked when she saw her friend so small. Alessa smiled seeing that the white haired gnome grew to about a foot in height. The size couldn’t have been better; she grinned and let her dark magic take effect.

Her hands started to glow a dark violet then the white gnome passed out.

~White gnomes POV~

Pain overtook her. She felt nothing but flaring pain run across her body as she started to grow. Once she stood up she was shocked to see her friend so small. A dark throaty chuckle sounded behind her then she went limp and fell over blacking out.

When she awoke she tried to move but she couldn’t. Suddenly her eyes shot open and she started to move on her own. She tried to move her body but it had a mind of its own, moving the way it wished not listening to her what so ever.

She tried to speak but her mouth wouldn’t speak. Suddenly her sight turned down to her friend who was looking right up at her. She glared down at her friend and smirked at her. She didn’t know why she was casting such a harsh glare at her but her face wouldn’t move its features ether.

Suddenly she raised her foot up. She didn’t know what was going on until her foot was high in the air, right over her friend! Suddenly she gave off a dark laugh {for a gnome} and smashed her foot fully onto her small friend.

She tried to scream when she did that, something was making her body act on its own. Then it hit her, the dark laughing, her body moving on its own. She wasn’t doing it; the giantess was controlling her somehow.

She slowly grinded her foot onto the screaming gnome below her laughing as she inflicted pain to her. She wanted to cry out and beg her body to listen to her but the giantess controlling her was laughing at her vain attempt to regain control.

She lifted her foot off of her and saw the gnome crying in a small pool of her own blood. She wanted so much to stop this but couldn’t do anything as her body started to lower her foot slowly onto her friends face.

She held it there feeling the gnome under her foot crying and trying desperately to get air. Her body started laughing at the little gnome suffering under her foot.

She started to cry and beg for the giant controlling her to stop this, stop hurting her friend, she would do anything for this to end. As if she told her body to it stopped. “So, you will do anything?” the body of the white haired gnome asked.

She freaked out hearing her body speaking to her mind. “I’ll make you a deal; you do whatever I want for the rest of your miserable life, and ill end your friend’s torture”. The white haired gnome understood her body as if she was talking to another gnome.

She screamed she would do whatever her capture wanted and just begged for it to stop. Her body smiled and laughed in a dark tone no gnome could make. “Then so be it” Suddenly she raised her foot up off the gnome, watching her gasp for air.

She was so happy for the torture to end that she didn’t notice her body smile at the gnome below her. She kept raising her foot and stopped. Something was wrong she was just hovering her foot. She heard the dark laugh in her mind one more time and watched in pure horror as she slammed her foot down onto the gnome, turning her into nothing but a bloody mess under her foot.

She screamed and cried at having killed her friend; she couldn’t believe what she had just done. She wanted to kill herself. She couldn’t live with what she just did and the laughing in her mind just wouldn’t stop.

She then bent over and picked up the bloody mess of a corpse and lifted it to her face. She didn’t know what was happening when she suddenly heard the loud laugh in her mind again. She lifted her body up over her mouth and opened it.

Realization hit her and she began to understand what she was about to do. She slowly started to lower her friend into her mouth and dropped her in. She could taste the blood and dirt on the mangled body of her friend. She wanted to retch and vomit the taste was horrible but she was sucking on it and licking her lips.

Soon she swallowed her and started to rub her stomach chuckling darkly. She felt faint; she had just killed and ate her friend. Suddenly she passed out.

~POV over~

Alessa awoke back into her own body with a smile on her face. She reached down into the sash of her waist and felt her panties wet on the outside. She smiled feeling the effects of the lingering orgasm her body had.

She watched as the gnome started to stand up after coming too.  She started to fidget and scream and cry. Her torture had a much better effect then she thought. But she wanted to top it off this a cherry.

Her hands started to glow a low orange color and she cast her all to familiar spell. Suddenly the gnome began to feel her stomach and started to scream.

~Gnomes POV~

She had just woken up she felt weak, like she had been awake but asleep. The memories started to come back to her though. She began to scream and cry. Her friend was dead and the last thing she remembered was killing her and eating her.

She sobbed loudly into the table she was on. Then she felt something. There was a kick, a kick in her stomach? She then felt it again. She started to feel something wiggling in her gut then she heard a scream.

She paled when she realized what was going on. Her friend was alive! And being digested in her stomach! She screamed and started to panic she didn’t know what to do. She heard a familiar dark chuckle behind her and saw the blood elf smirking down at her.

~POV over

Alessa was laughing with glee, she had used her other form of lessor used magic to resurrect her little slaves friend just to be killed all over again in a much more painful way, she was patting herself on the back. This was by far one of her better sessions.

The gnome started to get up and move but Alessa looked down at her and spoke a command, “Stop moving now!” she barked at the gnome. She stopped moving at once. She could tell the gnome didn’t know what was going on again.

When she Mind controlled the poor gnome she had said she would do anything she wanted, so she made sure that she would follow through with her promise. Upon leaving her mind she had laid a rune in her brain, it was like a permanent mind control.

Alessa laughed watching the gnome fidget around trying to fight her control. “You will obey me, I am your master now and you shall follow what I say until the day I don’t find any use for you”. Alessa smiled seeing the gnome’s worried face it was very rewarding.

“Now then, I saved your friend for you, and stopped her suffering from you crushing her horribly. I guess that that was good payment for you to serve me.” She smiled down at the gnome in front of her. She sat down on a chair next to her table and lifted her foot up next to the gnome.

She reached over and pulled her thick snow boot off and watched as the sweat literally ran down her toes like a faucet. It had been over a week since she had taken her boot off, she had left them on for this reason alone.

“Come over to my foot now slave” She told the gnome in a strict tone. The white haired gnome could do nothing but follow her orders. “Now why don’t you give my feet a nice massage I’ve been on the road for a while and I could use one” she smirked.

The gnome begrudgingly followed her orders and started to run the Blood Elf’s sweaty foot.  Alessa started to moan feeling the gnome rub her feet, seeing the gnome crying softly just piled on to her already great mood.  

“Mmm that feels magnificent, I think you will be my honorary foot slave for a long, long time” she started to laugh watching the sickened face the gnome was making.

The gnome was reduced to a crying heap, her life was over, she was now a slave to her mistress’s feet, and her friend was slowly digesting in her stomach and she could do nothing to help her at all.