She raises her eyebrows. "Oh?"

"Everyone has at least one asshole ex in their life. I was lucky enough to get mine out of the way early but unlucky enough to get an actual god."

"...Go on," she says slowly.

"...Aaaaaand now I'm cursed to run into rapists a lot. I went without for three months so far so I'm not surprised to encounter this level of violence, although I am impressed, well done, I think you're the second-worst I've ever had after the asshole ex himself," she says, addressing this latter part to her erstwhile rapist. 

"...How does the curse manage to provide them so reliably?"

"It has a rather obnoxiously broad repertoire. Nudging me into the paths of rapists, nudging rapists into the paths of me, manipulation of seemingly-random factors like where a teleport lands me, crippling my ability to fight back or get away, low-key mind control..."

"That is obnoxious," she says. "Is the curse also the reason why you heal so quickly, or is that separate?"

"I don't know if they're magically the same thing but basically. My last escape attempt from him was trying to kill myself, after which I woke up out of his grasp but cursed and immortal and with his explicit ill-wishes."

"I do not think I like this curse," she remarks. "My brother will like it even less once he starts paying attention again. At home, if someone were unwise enough to manipulate him like that - even if they made it this rewarding - we would kill them slowly, in public, as an example to others."

"Well, no offense, but you do kind of appear to be demons. That kind of thing is only to be expected."

"Oh? What do you expect of demons?"

"Oh, you know, mayhem, violence, rape, although probably less of that last one when you're not me."

"I have a strong suspicion that we are not any sort of demon you have encountered before."

"Oh?"

"You are not any sort of creature I have encountered before, and I make it my business to know these things."

"Huh. That is suggestive, elves are pretty standard most places. Not quite as ubiquitous as humans, of course, but then who is."

She turns to address her brother.

"Wake up, dear, we've got a god to kill."

"What?" he says, lifting his wing off his face. "Why? Can't someone else do it?"

"This girl is cursed with an eternity of rape, and in pursuit of its goal the curse is willing to manipulate fate, magic, and minds," she explains. "The god is the author of the curse and her ex-lover."

"What." He sits up abruptly, furious. "Fuck that. Where is he, I'm going to eat him."

"...The gods tend to live in the Divine Realms, which is a separate plane of existence...on the other hand, he does show up occasionally to be a creep at me."

"Ugh, and you're the only person around for miles and it's not as though I'm going to keep torturing you..." He scowls.

"I appreciate that. Does that mean I could have some clothes and/or freedom of movement?"

"That depends. Are you going to use them to annoy us?"

"I still don't have a spellbook, so I'm not sure what you expect me to be able to do. I'm a wizard, not a sorcerer, and even if I were all it would take would be Still Spell to cast even with my hands enshackled, and while I'm not as squishy as the wizard stereotypes would suggest I think we've proven that I'm not match for you physically. I suppose you might find it annoying if I tried to run but given the complete lack of anywhere to run to I'm not currently so inclined."