A commotion started when some bloodied, obviously abused and terrified man ran at them. He was hysterical but was given back to the fae who owned him, the fae citing a "game" as the reason for the man's terror. 

A flashback came at Elsa, sharp and clear despite her years of trying to bury it deep within her.

[i]"Its a special game Ellie, just for you and me."
"I d-don't like this game Mr. Mason. Can we play something else?"
"Not Mr. Mason. Daddy. I'm your daddy Ellie. Call me Daddy."
"I don't want to! Leave me alone!"
"Call me Daddy. I'm your Daddy. And little girls should listen to their daddies. Right Ellie?"
"Go away! You're not my Daddy!"
"Little girls who don't listen get punished Ellie."[/i]

Although her face showed no emotion, her eyes told everything. Tears filled her eyes as she relived it all. She felt it all over again. The pain, the humiliation, the confusion, the terror...
Elsa stared coldly at the man. This was not going to be her. She was never going back to that place again. 

The big and strong dominated the weak. It was a lesson she had learned many times in life. So she would have to become big and strong. No matter what it took.

"You really are a cold bitch aren't you?" The voice of the woman who had been trying to get a rise out of her the whole trip.
Elsa looked at her. "I am a survivor."
"I hope they tear you apart," the woman snarled.
"Instead of plotting my downfall to give yourself a better chance focus on making yourself valuable to them," Elsa replied indifferently.
"Oh I will be," she said, "I know how to please a man. I will have the ruler of this place eating out of my hand."
"Or eating your hand," Elsa retorted.