ALL MY WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL ELVES

The underground was silent, with distant screams being the only audible disturbance.

Smoke billowed from behind the large building, hinting at something ablaze.

Two formidable enforcers, Marhal and Roman, strode down the hallway leading to numerous prison-like cells.

Roman carried two large bowls, while Marhal wielded a sizable sword.

"When are we gonna finally sort these blokes out?" Roman complained.

"Are you already fed up with them?" Marhal replied.

"Spot on, mate. They're just hogging space in the nick. We don't give 'em a proper thrashing, they don't graft – they only scoff and kip." Roman grumbled.

"I can't wait to have my dick shoved into that girl's wet pussy. She looks sweet," Marhal said with a twisted smile.

"What's your obsession with getting your end away?" Roman asked, looking curiously annoyed.

"That's my only source of happiness in this world. There's a particular mystery that always lies within the depths of a woman's thigh," Marhal replied.

"Pull yourself together, mate. Boss won't be chuffed to hear you've just gone and dabbled in his only route to Ellie." Roman warned as they approached the cell where the riot twins, Suzzy and Sully, were locked in.

"Well, well, who do we have here?" Marhal said mockingly as they stood in front of the cell, alongside Roman.

Suzzy and Sully sat against the cold, damp walls, their expressions a mix of defiance and anger.

Sully positioned himself in a corner of the cell, silent, giving the two enforcers a cold look from the corner of his eyes.

Suzzy, on the other hand, sat in the middle of the cell with her legs folded and her hands across her legs.

"Hungry, aren't you?" Roman asked as he dropped the food in front of the cell and pushed it inside through the small hole below the cell door.

The two riot twins didn't bother to say a word or move a muscle; they both sat down and stared at the two enforcers annoyedly.

"Bit off, ain't it? Especially you, Mr. Grumpy Git." said Roman, referring to Sully.

"Why the silence and cold behavior today? Finally learned your lesson that violence isn't the answer, huh?" Marhal added.

Sully remained seated, still staring at them but offering no response.

"I reckon hunger's put him in his proper spot at last."! Roman remarked.

"Or maybe not. They've finally decided to be eating," Marhal said, pointing at the empty plates in the cell.

Ronan laughed wholeheartedly as he noticed,"I reckon he was just peckish then, hence the dodgy antics and whatnot!" Roman said.

Marhal moved closer to the middle of the cell door and said to Suzzy, "Damsel, don't follow your brother's footsteps; try to be eating so that when you're finally out, I will be pounding on flesh, not bones!"

"Come on, let's crack on, mate. We're not meant to be faffing about. Boss might be waiting for us at the gate by now." Roman said as he turned to walk away.

Undeterred, Marhal added to Suzzy, "Food also helps maintain your beauty; don't let it fade away!" before walking away.

"What's your problem? You won't just let me have some fun..." Marhal complained as they walked away together with Roman.

As soon as Roman and Marhal were out of sight, and their voices couldn't be heard anymore, Suzzy and Sully sprang up and walked to the food.

They were just waiting for the two enforcers to go out of sight before resuming what they were doing.

Sully picked up his food, smelling it.

"Uhmm, there's a high concentration of ingredients in this one; it will decay faster," Sully said after smelling it.

He walked to the other side of the wall and stood still, looking at the wall. "These worms are doing just as expected!" he said, staring at the large black worms on the wall.

"Your brain has actually done a good job this time. We'll burst out in just a few days, I believe," Suzzy said as she walked to him with her food in her hand.

"It's just simple; I realized that the food they bring to us decays faster than the normal food I know. And after decaying, worms are formed in the food, and I came to think of it. Since these worms also feed on the food, what will happen if the food finishes?" Sully explained.

"They look for another source of nutrients," Sully continued.

"That's why I decided to rub the food they bring to us on the wall. When the worms are formed, they eat up the remaining food, and when the food finishes, they start eating up the wall, thus making the wall weaker than it used to be.

With the wall's strength reduced, we can break through and escape!" Sully added, smiling as he poured the meal in his hands on the wall once more.

Suzzy nodded in approval. "Smart move, brother. We've been stuck in this hellhole for too long. It's time we take matters into our own hands."

As Sully continued to spread the food on the wall, Suzzy sat down, observing the process. The twins had always been resourceful, finding ways to adapt and survive in the harsh conditions of their confinement.

The mixture of decayed food and the voracious worms created an unappetizing yet effective concoction. They patiently waited for the worms to do their work, knowing that each bite weakened the structural integrity of the prison wall.

Days passed, and the twins continued their strategic assault on the cell wall. They exercised patience and caution, making sure not to attract unnecessary attention. The distant screams and occasional sounds of chaos in the underground complex provided a convenient cover for their activities.

One evening, after the enforcers had delivered another round of decayed food, Sully inspected the wall. "It's nearly time," he whispered to Suzzy.

She nodded, a spark of anticipation in her eyes. "Let's make our move tonight."

As the underground fell into its nightly routine, the twins seized the opportune moment. Using makeshift tools fashioned from discarded materials, they began to exploit the weakened sections of the cell wall.

The concrete crumbled, revealing the outside corridor. The twins moved swiftly and silently, blending into the shadows. The distant screams now served as their cover as they navigated the labyrinthine passages of the underground complex.

However, their escape didn't go unnoticed. A pair of enforcers, not Marhal and Roman, but equally formidable, caught wind of the disturbance. Alarms echoed through the underground as the complex went into lockdown.

Suzzy and Sully raced through the narrow corridors, evading patrols and surveillance. It was a game of cat and mouse, and the twins used their intimate knowledge of the complex to outmaneuver their pursuers.

They reached a massive metal gate that led to the surface. The alarms intensified, signaling the tightening grip of security. The twins exchanged determined glances, their shared history of defiance driving them forward.

As Suzzy and Sully reveled in their newfound freedom, a sudden shift in the air alerted them to an approaching danger. Marhal and Ronan, having noticed the twins' escape, swiftly closed in on them.

"Well, well, look who decided to take a stroll outside," Marhal sneered, blocking their path. Ronan stood beside him, eyeing the twins with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

Suzzy and Sully exchanged glances, readying themselves for a confrontation. The underground had taught them to be fighters, and they weren't about to be captured again without a struggle.

Marhal grinned, cracking his knuckles. "You two think you can just walk away?"

Suzzy raised her hands, and a sudden chill filled the air. Frost began to form around her fingertips as she summoned her ice magic. "We won't be going back to that cell."

Sully, on the other hand, conjured flames that danced around his palms. "Not without a fight."

Marhal and Ronan, initially amused, found themselves dodging icy shards and avoiding fiery bursts. The underground had not revealed the extent of the twins' magical abilities.

Despite their efforts, the enforcers were having difficulty containing the twins. The narrow alley became a battleground of fire and ice, the clash of elements echoing through the night.

"You two are more trouble than you're worth," Ronan grumbled, narrowly avoiding a burst of flames.

Marhal, growing frustrated, decided it was time to up the stakes. He exchanged a knowing glance with Ronan before both enforcers underwent a transformation.

Their bodies contorted and expanded, fur sprouting as their features morphed into those of massive werewolves. The twins, now facing two formidable beasts, realized they were dealing with a different kind of challenge.

Suzzy continued to unleash waves of ice, attempting to freeze the werewolves in their tracks. Sully intensified his flames, aiming to create a barrier between them and their adversaries.

However, the werewolves, with their enhanced agility and strength, proved more formidable than expected. Marhal lunged at Sully, teeth bared, while Ronan circled Suzzy, looking for an opening.

The alley became a chaotic battleground, the clash of magic and fang creating a spectacle that would be remembered in the hidden corners of the city.

Despite the twins' resilience, the werewolves slowly gained the upper hand. Marhal's claws grazed Sully, drawing blood, while Ronan's sheer strength overwhelmed Suzzy's ice barriers.

Cornered and exhausted, the twins realized they had underestimated their pursuers. Marhal, in his werewolf form, pinned Sully to the ground, while Ronan restrained Suzzy.

"Thought you could escape, did you?" Marhal growled.

Suzzy, defiant even in defeat, glared at them. "We won't go back willingly."

Marhal chuckled. "Good. We like a bit of resistance. Makes the hunt more interesting."