The cowboy had a lasso, so why wouldnât he use it? You moaned and cried out his name as he railed you into fucking oblivion.
He would fuck you until you forgot your own name. Make you scream and moan just for him.
Kevin would tie you up real good with some impressive knots. The kind that it would take an expert to undo.
Your arms were frequently tied to your legs, keeping them open wide for him to plunge his throbbing cock into your greedy hole.
He had a rope and he was certainly enthusiastic about using it for things other than itâs usual purpose.
Forget rescuing survivors during a game. Times like now were when he liked to tie you up and toss you on his bed.
The blood would soon rush straight to his dick. Heâd see your hole exposed for him, twitching with anticipation.
His knots were only the best, making sure you couldnât move at all. You could do nothing but squirm while the cowboy fucked you senseless.
Heâd flip you over if he felt like it and have you ride him, cowgirl style. Heâd help you move since you were bound by his lasso.
Bouncing up and down his cock, riding him like a pretty pony. Heâd try to hold you down, his hands helped the rope keep you from squirming.
His hips bucked up into yours, plunging his cock deep inside your body. He was poking spots you didnât even know you had before trying this position.
It just turned him on even more. Who doesnât love the sight of their pretty little pet all strung up just for them?
Kevin could go multiple rounds, just fucking the absolute shit out of you. Your walls would frequently be painted white.
Heâd rather cum inside of you to save him the trouble of cleaning up a mess but he wasnât the only one making a mess on his sheets.
He would have to clean up your mess after every session but he didnât mind it too much.
He would caress your skin, feel along the restrained limbs as you rode him into ecstasy.
The knot in your stomach always came not long after he stripped you and had you tied up.
He knew just how to push your buttons, to make you desire him enough to take away any walking privileges youâd had before.
Heâd dip his fingers in some of his white body paint and run his hands over your body.
Every curve and every blemish on your skin were felt beneath the pads of his fingers.
Fingers leaving trails of white in their wake.
When he was finished and you were left half conscious from how good of a fuck it was and the many orgasms coaxed from between your legs, he would untie you.
The lasso would sometimes leave rope burns on your limbs, marks that Kevin would kiss away and rub to soothe.
His lasso would end up back where it belonged and he would wipe you down, giving you a quick clean up before he settled down for bed with you.
You wouldnât ever know how many types of knots and designs heâd want to try on you with that rope.
Hastur was always doing this. Mid match youâd be decoding a cipher and then heâd use one of his many tentacles to find you.
Once he found you, he always ensnared you in the tentacles on his body hidden beneath his clothes.
Quick work was always made of your clothes.
The fleshy touch of the massive tentacles he had on him always had you squirming, but he liked it that way.
To see his touch make you moan his name. His large hands would grasp at your waist and heâd fuck you right then and there.
He loved to see you writhe when your holes were filled to the brim by him. His tentacles pulsating in and out of you by the minute.
You could never move during these times, grip on you too tight to do so. Hastur would stare at you with his many eyes as he fucked you.
You always had to hope that you wouldnât be caught when he decided to do this during matches.
His large fleshy cock would stretch your walls and have you screaming his name and pleasure engulfing your body.
Tears would stream down your cheeks but he wouldnât listen. Any hole not being used by his cock was filled by his tentacles.
The slimy texture and smoothness of them made you feel so strange yet filled inside. He rubbed your sensitive areas just right.
If his hands werenât on your hips they roamed your body feeling every part of the skin heâd exposed for his own viewing pleasure.
Heâd use every part of your body for his pleasure and his enjoyment. You donât know how much he enjoyed the view of you restrained by his tentacles.
The way those long, wiggly limbs penetrated you so rhythmically that you could beat a drum to the pace of each thrust.
He always filled you with his own cum and when he was done fucking you during a game, heâd leave you to get yourself put together again.
It would never be the last time though, heâd always come back for another round whether it be the day after or in the very same night.
Ever since heâd found another use for those tentacles of his.
Your roommate Ithaqua was a pretty reserved person. You couldnât figure out why but he hated other people.
He was always going in and out of rooms before you saw him, almost as if he was avoiding you.
He seldom interacted with you but you didnât mind it too much, figuring he was just introverted.
What you did mind was the fact that there was a delivery guy at your door several times a week.
Small packages, big packages, what the fuck was your roommate ordering so damn often?
And why was there so much?
You opened the door that morning only to find another package, you could never tell what was in these things.
It was some of the most discreet packaging youâd ever seen. No labels indicated the product inside.
The delivery guy was nowhere in sight when you looked in the hall so you guessed Ithaqua didnât have to sign for this package.
You brought the box inside along with any other mail left at the door. You set the box down on the floor by the couch and called your roommate.
âIthaqua! You got another one!â
The lanky blonde popped his head out of his bedroom door when he heard you. His blue eyes drifted toward the box you brought in.
He stepped out and walked over. He was in a tank top and sweatpants, he yawned and scratched his head.
âDid I wake you up?â
He shook his head.
âDonât worry about it. Iâll be taking that, though.â
He scooped up the package and disappeared back into his room. You had to admit that your curiosity was a bit much over the packages.
It was none of your business even if you were just a little bit nosy.
You wanted to know what was in those boxes but left the thought to linger in your mind sinceâonce againâit wasnât any of your business.
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In the afternoon, you saw Ithaqua in a hurry to leave the house. You moved out of the way after he whizzed past you, nearly bumping into you.
He finished tying up a braid and looked toward you apologetically as he was putting on his boots.
âSorryâŠâ
âWhere are you going in such a hurry?â You asked, genuinely curious as to why he was in such a rush that he nearly bumped into you.
âI forgot to do something, Iâll be back soon!â
He disappeared out the door and it shut with a click before you heard the sound of his shoes quickly fade down the hall.
Maybe now you could see what he had?
Were you seriously going to invade his privacy.
Fuck it. Yes. You were far too curious about the endless packages not to.
It wasnât a very nice thing to do but you told yourself youâd apologize later when Ithaqua got back home.
You went to his bedroom and first took a look around. There wasnât a mess anywhere. He was a pretty clean guy.
His bed was made and his clothes were either folded and put away or in the laundry basket.
Most of his things were organized and in designated spots. You started to rummage his closet, to see if you could find what you were looking for.
All you were finding was a bunch of his clothes on hangers and some shoes.
âWhere would he put so much shit?â You muttered as you tried and failed to find anything.
What made it more difficult was the fact that you didnât even know what was in them. So you obviously didnât know where such things would belong and therefore be stored.
The package he got today was sitting on his desk but itâd be way too obvious if you opened it. You also donât open up anyone elseâs mail, that was illegal.
Youâd almost searched his entire room with no results. You looked under his bed and there were two boxes hiding beneath. Maybe they had what was in the packages.
Honestly, you were curious about what reason Ithaqua could have to hide what he was receiving.
When you opened the box, you found something you werenât expecting. You didnât find anything elsewhere so a little peek couldnât hurt.
Until you actually saw what was inside.
But then again you were being a little too nosy for your own good. You opened the box and your face flushed crimson.
In it were a bunch of different toys ranging from cock rings and vibrators to dildos and restraints. Either he had a very kinky partner or he was using some of these on himself.
You heard someone clear their throat from behind you.
Fuck.
Ithaqua was back. How long had you been in his room without realizing?
Youâd failed to hear him open the door and walk into the house. Ithaquaâs eyes were drilling holes into the back of your head.
âWhat are you doing in my room?â
âIâm sorryâŠâ You mumbled as you tried to be discreet about the box, however, there was no being discreet about your snooping right now.
His eyes went from the back of your head to the box you opened.
He smirked and knelt down beside you grabbing a pair of fluffy handcuffs from the assortment of items.
âYou were curious about my things?â
Your face was still a bit red, you nodded. Ithaqua grabbed your chin and turned your face toward him, that mischievous smile still on his face.
âWant to play with me? Iâve been dying to try out my new toys.â
You werenât opposed to the idea and when he noticed you not saying anything, he pulled you to your feet and to his bed.
Ithaqua pushed you down on the mattress. He cuffed your hands behind you with the fluffy cuffs he grabbed from the box.
He flipped your body over so you were laying on your back, laying on top of your restrained hands. He was already eye fucking you.
You moved your arms a bit but those handcuffs were good. Ithaqua hummed in amusement.
âNow, what should I try first?â
He got off the bed and rummaged through the items in the box you didnât open.
He grabbed a couple things, your eyes widening as he pulled them out one by one. He had a metal rod with cuffs on either side.
They were made of leather.
âWhatâs that for?â
The man smiled, he had a cheeky expression. His blue eyes gazed over your form and he brought the item over to you.
âLet me show you.â
Ithaqua brushed a platinum blonde braid behind his shoulder and grabbed your feet, strapping the leather around your ankles.
He made sure the restraints were snug and then he clapped his hands together.
âTry closing your legs.â
With your feet held apart it was difficult. He smiled, muttering that this was good and he leaned over you.
He was wearing the same tank top from earlier, you didnât even notice it when he rushed out.
He leaned over you and his face was inches from your own. His hands were on either side of your head, caging you between his slim arms. You felt his warm breath on your face.
He stayed like that for a moment, none of you said a word to each other. He grinned and gave your lips a quick peck before going down to your pants. He grabbed the waistline and tugged them down.
He slipped the pants all the way down to your ankles before going back to the box of toys. You watched him come back with two small vibrators. He strapped them to your inner thighs.
They were so close to your core that you felt it throbbing.
Ithaqua took the remote for each of the toys and you watched him press a button on each. All of a sudden you felt the toys vibrating intensely against your skin.
You squirmed, the feeling was foreign but it was good , you couldnât sit still.
Ithaqua pushed your wriggling thighs down on the bed. He leaned over you and pressed his forehead against yours, his blue eyes stared down at you.
âSit still and be pretty for me, okay?â He held down your squirming legs as your breath went ragged.
âIthaqua-!â
âYou asked for this, you know?â He interrupted.
You wanted to grab him but your hands were cuffed behind your back. He then pressed his lips to yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth.
You moaned into the kiss and you could feel him grinning. He pressed another button on each remote.
He felt you writhing beneath him, squirming from the sensation of his little toys.
He had upped the intensity and at this point a good fucking was all you wanted. You just wanted his pale cock in you.
His tongue went on a path across your teeth, exploring every point and every corner of your mouth.
He tasted you on his tongue, you could taste him with your own when he had your tongues together.
In sync, in rhythm, and devouring you hungrily. Like a starved beast.
When he pulled away from the kiss, you whined and he chuckled.
âYou wanted to know so now you are going to know.â
Ithaqua intended to make you cum with just his little toys that had you curious enough to search his room.
He got the package from the desk and he showed it to you. He shook the box and smiled.
You heard the rattling of whatever was inside.
âLetâs try out the newest one shall we?â
You watched his delicate white fingers tear open the cardboard and he pulled out a dildo. The packaging said it was a vibrating one.
Your hole clenched just thinking about it. It wasnât anything small either. He opened the packaging and tossed it on the floor.
The toy was easily at least nine inches. Was that thing even going to fit in you?
He sat by your held open legs and turned on the toy. You could hear the soft buzz. The vibrations on your thighs continued.
You felt hot and bothered. You wanted to cum, not with these fucking toys.
âIthaquaâŠjust fuck me!â You pleaded.
He shook his head and laughed. You could consider letting him get away with it since he was so pretty.
âNot yet. You get to experience the toys first. Youâre going to cum with this.â
He held up the vibrating dildo that was in his hand. He ran it across your skin, from your arms, down to your chest.
He slowly dragged the toy across your belly and your thighs that were already being teased by the smaller vibrators.
âYou ready?â
Your breath hitched when it entered you. It was big and he slowly took eased it into your walls. He pushed it in all the way to the base.
You bucked your hips at the vibration from it. He started to slowly thrust the toy into your moaning form.
âSuch a good baby, taking the entire thing.â
You were moaning and squirming, Ithaqua had to stop you from wriggling away from him. He held you back by your thighs.
âDonât move.â
He pushed a button and the vibration inside of you was too much to bear. You were whimpering and moaning, tears threatened to spill.
âIâll turn it down if you be good and stay still.â
There was no fucking way you were going to sit still.
Ithaqua just laughed and continued to torture you, your stomach was twisting into warm knots.
You were so close. He leaned over and kissed you as he thrust the toy inside you but then he started to thrust faster.
You were quivering and goosebumps began to appear on your skin. Ithaqua pulled away to grab another vibrating toy.
Except he ran this one across your entire body. He gently trailed it over your sides, your belly, your chest, everywhere you might be affected.
He wanted to find all your sensitive areas and make you feel so good, so good just from his toys.
He didnât think much of his punishment for sneaking into his room but he was having a lot of fun.
Now that he had a use for his toys of course.
Your legs trembled as he ran the vibrator over your pelvic area. He pressed it into your flesh.
You convulsed as your stomach knots came undone. Ithaqua had thrust that dildo into you relentlessly throughout your entire orgasm.
You were panting on the bed, the stimulation was too much. Your thighs were still being tortured by the buzz of the vibrators.
You were clinging to consciousness by a thread, the whole ordeal was tiresome for you. Ithaqua tapped your cheek with his hand.
âNow now, roomie.â He turned down the intensity of the vibrators strapped to your thighs.
âDonât get tired on me now. We still have more to toys to play with.â
You used to be kept at the same hospital as Emil. Both of you were together but kept apart. Separate rooms and always with a straitjacket.
The treatments were not very effective with you or Emil, you always screamed and cried at night. Adaâs heart ached for the both of you.
Emil would try to go to you but he was restrained and couldnât get to your bed even though it was only a couple feet away from him.
On the other side of a wall.
The day Ada took Emil from that place, sheâd taken you too. You were slouched on the backseat of the car, Emil was next to Ada.
She figured she would treat you both herself.
The treatments at the hospital were only used because no oneâs discovered a more effective method. Thatâs what Ada said.
Unlike at the hospital, you and Emil could be together, not separated by walls or kept apart by restraints.
Ada began to grow fond of the two of you and soon enough a relationship between the three of you blossomed.
The psychologist wanted to help both you and Emil with her treatments.
Emil was getting a bit better with time, his past was becoming less haunting. But soon her treatments were less effective.
She had to treat your anxieties and the worries that stemmed from your past. You were fearful, too worrisome for your own good.
When you were in that car, you were anxious about where Ada was taking you and the other patient.
Even more so when Ada took you and Emil to Oletus Manor.
She said it was paradise when Emil asked but you didnât know what to think of it all the same.
Regardless of it, you followed her to that mysterious place with Emil.
You had every right to be scared of the place.
These games were nothing short of terrifying and you had discovered that fact only after arriving and playing your first match.
You managed to win despite some very close calls. The match did not have Ada or Emil with you. After it, you were so distraught that you went crying for Ada.
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You were all in Adaâs room after a match. You had done so much rescuing and you were tired. Youâd barely saved Emil before his time ran out.
He gave you plenty of attention as a reward after. Ada was looking through her books and trying to find treatment methods for you and Emil.
You were on the floor next to the bed where Emil was sitting. Your head was resting on his thigh.
He stroked your hair as he watched Ada, occasionally stealing a glance at you.
Emil suddenly pulled you up onto his lap, staring at your face. He caught you by surprise.
âEmil..?â
His hands rested on your hips and he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you softly and affectionately.
You melted into the kiss, a sucker for Ada and Emilâs affections. He moved one hand to tangle his fingers in your hair as he held you close.
You were too focused on his kisses to pay attention to what was going on around you. His lips were soft and his attention was loving.
His tongue was exploring your mouth, his love was sloppy and uncoordinated but you indulged in it all the same.
Like an addiction, you couldnât get enough of him and you wanted more.
Ada watched and she got up and walked over to you and Emil. She stood behind you and grabbed a black leather collar off her hip.
You felt it being wrapped around your neck while your focus was kept on the patient. A small clink of metal finally took your attention away from him.
Emil pulled back and looked at what was put around your neck. Adaâs hands were hastily fastening the collar onto you. You felt the leather rub against your skin.
Ada checked to make sure it wasnât too tight and dropped her hands once she saw that you were fine.
Emil took the tag in his hand and read the letters out loud, they spelled a name both of you knew very well.
âAda.â
You touched the accessory on your neck and Ada wrapped her arms around your middle, leaning over you from behind and kissing your cheek.
âMy good boy.â She cooed.
The praise went straight to your cock. The words were ringing in your ears and they made you feel hot to your very core. Emil reddened a bit when he felt your growing bulge against him.
âDo you like it?â Emil grinned, flicking the tag with the psychologistâs name, the metal rattling with a clink.
Your only reaction was a blushing face as Adaâs brown hair fell over your shoulders. She was pressing kisses to your face and neck.
The patient and psychologist thought your reaction was adorable. Emil turned to Ada as he pulled your head onto his shoulder.
âAda? Do you have a tag with my name on it?â He felt your hands gripping his shoulders and your heart beating against your rib cage.
Ada smiled and pulled one out of her pocket. The letters spelling out the patientâs name were engraved on one side of the metal.
âOf course I do.â
She handed the little tag over to Emil and he took it in his free palm, clasping his fingers around it.
He had your neck exposed to him with the way he positioned your head.
He ran his tongue along the exposed skin, making you squirm. He smiled as you moaned.
It was a soft and breathy sound because your bulge rubbed against Emilâs stomach with your squirming.
The friction gave you a jolt of pleasure. Emil lifted your head off of his shoulder.
âBe a good boy and let me put this on you.â He said.
Ada snaked one of her hands around your neck and pulled your chin up to give Emil more space.
Your breath hitched, your skin felt hot and your cheeks were warm with a blush.
âAdaâŠâ
âShhh. Good boys only talk when theyâre told.â
As you stayed quiet, Emil slipped the tag onto the collar next to Adaâs. Both names on the collar around your neck proclaimed you as theirs.
The tags made a sound when your movements caused them to hit each other.
You belonged to Ada and you belonged to Emil. The thought that they were claiming you as their little pet with that collar had your stomach twisting in knots.
You were still seated on Emilâs lap and he started to caress your body.
His shaking hands ran down your sides, he reached them over your hips and gripped your ass.
He heard your breath hitch as he did. The reaction was welcome and he kissed your neck, making you wriggle a bit on his lap.
âEmil, I have something else for training such a naughty boy.â
âNaughty..? Ada, Iâm always good for you! Iâll be good, I promise-!â Your voice was desperate and you saw the woman give a small smile.
âPuppies donât talk.â She stated in a flat tone, a way of speaking urging you to listen to her earlier command.
Ada took out a decently long chain. From where, you didnât know. She clipped it onto your collar and gave it a little tug. You felt the pull on your neck.
She handed the chain to Emil and stood behind you as Emil still sat on the bed with you on his lap.
âWant to train him first, Emil?â
He smiled, he was excited. He nodded eagerly and pulled on your chain, leading you onto the bed. You could guess what was going to happen from here.
âAll fours like a good doggy.â He commanded with a mischievous tone.
You obeyed and quickly positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Emil gave you soft pets and his voice was teasing.
âGood boy. Keep being good and me and Adaâll reward you.â He brushed some black hair out of his eyes and took his hand away.
He slipped off your pants, leaving you in only your shirt. Ada moved over and began to take it off. When Ada was finished she left you nude before the two of them.
Ada ran her hands along your chest, teasing your nipples and making you gasp and whine. While she played with your chest, you moaned and trembled.
Emil eased a finger into your hole. You were tight, he was trying to stretch it so you wouldn't get hurt.
You moaned at the feeling of his finger in you and Ada toying with your nipples. He was probing around for something and soon enough he found it.
When he hit your prostate, whimpers left your throat. Desperate sounds of pleasure.
âYou like that, puppy?â He continued pressing that spot, stimulating that little organ.
He yanked on your chain leash, choking you for a moment. He thrusted his finger slowly, urging your walls to loosen.
Ada sat on the bed in front of you as your arms shook trying to hold your body up.
She kissed you, tasting your tongue with hers and giving you deep kisses. The overstimulation had you struggling to keep yourself up.
Emil eased another finger into your slightly loosened walls and when he shoved them into your prostate, your arms gave out.
Ada held your face in her hands and Emil tugged on the chain, urging you to lift your head.
When Emil deemed you prepared enough, he grabbed some oil he kept in Adaâs room for occasions like this and poured some on your ass.
You shivered, the oil was a weird sensation on you but not a novel one. He took off his straitjacket and his pants.
He didnât need them right now. He lined his own hard cock up and then slammed into you, making you gasp and moan.
He started to pound into you at a quick pace. You felt his entire girth stretching your walls.
You could feel and hear his balls slapping against your skin, he was grunting as you tightened around him.
He tugged your leash and caused you to jerk your head up. The collar was pulled by the chain to encourage you.
âBe a good puppy and relax. Youâll chop my dick off.â He grunted as he thrusted in you again.
You tried your best but it was difficult to keep from clenching when he pulled out to slam back into you. Ada watched you bury your face in the sheets you were gripping.
Emil was holding up your hips, grip tight enough to leave a mark and snapping his hips into yours.
Each thrust sent wave after wave of pleasure, your unattended cock was dripping with pre cum.
It was just begging for attention. Ada went next to you as Emil fucked you silly and her dark eyes drifted to your quivering tip.
Her hand moved to touch the tip of your cock. It twitched and you moaned. You wanted her to do more.
âI think this needs some attention, doesnât it?â She said to you as you weakly nodded.
The woman began to stroke you after wrapping her hand around your shaft.
Her movements had you writhing, your legs gave out and Emil slapped your ass and yanked your leash.
You yelped and he held your hips up again as you tried to hold them up for him, the tags on the collar clinked.
âKeep your hips up, puppy.â
Ada continued to give you a handjob, the pleasure coming from both your cock and your ass had you a mess.
âAw, does that feel good? Tell me.â Ada said as she quickened her handâs pacing.
She watched you tremble and your cock head drip more fluids as she stroked your shaft, the handjob plus Emil pounding you from behind was becoming too much for you.
âYes-! MM- Yes!â You were gasping for air, that heat brewing in your core getting stronger.
âGood boy for telling me. You deserve a reward.â Ada said to you.
âDo you want to cum?â
You nodded, tear stained cheeks flushed from sex and praise. Your broken moans kept being forced out of you, time and time again.
Emil snapped into your hips one more time and held it there, balls against your ass.
You felt his warm and fresh seed coat your walls and your own cum splattered the sheets and Adaâs hand. Emil finally let up and pulled out, cum trailing down your thighs.
âGood boy, good boy.â Emil praised as he kissed a trail down your spine.
âI love good boys like you. My good boy.â He added, murmuring more small praises to you.
He flipped you over and Ada wiped off her hand. She slipped off her dress. The psychologist sat on your thighs, you were laying on your back.
She slowly inserted your dick into her sopping wet cunt.
When your length was completely enveloped in her hole, Emil sat in front of you hovering over your chest.
His knees were on either side of your head and his hard cock was in front of your face. He tapped your cheek with it.
âOpen wide~â
You opened your mouth and he yanked the leash, making you take half his length. Ada started to ride you and you quivered, bucking your hips into her but she didnât let it last long.
âBehave.â
She held your hips down as Emil fucked into your throat, pulling your leash with one hand and holding your head with the other.
The tags clinked on the collar with every pull and every thrust into your mouth. The stimulation was becoming too much.
Emil felt the vibrations of you moaning on his cock and he groaned.
âFuck-! Your mouth feels so good, puppy⊠âm gonna cum again.â
Ada heard your whines and rode you into an overstimulated ecstasy.
You wanted so desperately to buck your hips into hers, to match her pace but she just had you sit there and take her fucking.
âAre you going to cum?â She asked sweetly as she bounced up and down your cock.
You couldnât see her breasts bounce with her movement since Emil was in the way. A muffled moan left your throat as Emil thrust into it once more.
You wanted to touch her, to feel her curves. Your hands were holding onto Emilâs thighs.
âGo on. Cum, puppy.â
She slammed her hips down one final time and that had whatever knot that was in your stomach undoing.
You came inside of her, Emil still fucking your throat through your climax but slowing down after your orgasm.
Your dick was sopping wet with Adaâs juices and Emil released his load down your throat with a grunt.
You swallowed it and he stroked your face. Emil kissed your forehead and he finally moved, all three of you had flushed faces.
âYou did so good, you good boy.â Ada praised and Emil littered your ears with compliments.
The patient and psychologist left you to lay down and rest. They put on their bath robes and turned to your exhausted and panting form laying on the bed.
âIâll run a bath. Emil, can you get his robe?â
Naib looked down at you sternly as you knelt on the floor in front of him. He sat in the chair in his guest bedroom, one leg crossed over the other as his ass sank into the cushioned seat.
A splash of red could be seen staining the dark leather of his boot. Pretty fresh by the color of it.
Not brown enough to be old blood. He looked at his shoe with contemptuous eyes.
His green hood was over his head, covering his brown hair and his arms were crossed. You couldnât figure out his thoughts or gauge the reasoning behind his actions.
He looked at the bloodstains on his boot and then narrowed his eyes. You followed his eyes to the shoe he had been staring at.
âWhat do you have to say for yourself?â Naib asked, looking up from the shoe to you.
His accented words sent shivers down your spine. His words were straight to the point and commanding, domineering even. Naib could be a bit dominating in bed, heâs used to commands from his work in the British military.
But this..? You hadnât seen whatever this was before. You were enjoying it, you had to admit that much.
When he asked that question it hit you like a tram. Now you remembered what he was getting at you for.
Thatâs what he was getting at. Nevermind your earlier statement, youâd figured out the reason now.
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Youâd had a match with Naib earlier and when youâd been attacked by the ripper, you had bled out and accidentally splashed some of your own blood on Naibâs boot.
You were your stereotypical decoder. A shit kite that can contain the hunter for a maximum of thirty seconds. Maybe sixty if you were lucky.
Naib had rescued you from the rocket chair and gotten a little of your blood on himself after a good old fashioned whack from Jack. Maybe a bit more than you thought.
When you got to his room after the match, you watched as he sat in the chair, giving you a singular command. He pointed to the carpeted floor before him and spoke.
âKneel.â
You were on your knees in no less than a moment. Who were you to defy the orders of your beloved?
You were honestly a bit excited to see where this was going. Naib knew you were hornier than a dog in heat.
He liked to command you as well. An obedient little pet for him that did what it was told.
He was just thinking of trying something, he never thought of it before. Maybe it was a combination of the irritation at the blood on his shoes and his own muddled thoughts about bedroom activities with you.
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You always listened to him, he just had this effect on you. He saw the realization on your face when it hit you.
His expression remained neutral and unamused. You looked like a child that got in trouble with its mother.
Despite his expression, he was enjoying this, his head was filled with thoughts of what he was going to make you do for this.
He held the shoe out in front of your face and looked down at you as he gave you the command. He tilted the toe in your direction.
âLick it.â
You paused for a moment, not expecting the order. He gave you a stern look and that was all you needed to see to get you to do it.
You reached for his boot, grabbing it and starting to lick the blood away from the dark colored leather.
The way Naibâs gaze looked at you like you were filth was somehow erotic to you. It was making you feel good.
You donât know why it was so pleasurable for you. You were getting aroused just thinking about that expression, looking at it right in front of your very eyes.
You ran your tongue along the stains of red, Naib watching you with cold eyes, focused entirely on you. Entirely on the way you were running your tongue along his shoe.
His cheeks had a blush, a soft hue of pink at the sight of his little baby cleaning up their mess.
He watched you lap up your own blood, effectively cleaning the red substance off the boot. He rubbed your head as you licked the toe of it, showering you with praise.
âGood, good baby. Just like that.â
You hummed at the praise you received from Naib, he stroked your hair and then held it in a firm grip. Once youâd lapped up the last of your own blood off the shoe he pulled his boot away from your mouth and set both feet on the ground.
He tapped his thigh, you rested your head on it and he stroked your cheek. He raised a brow when he saw you squeezing your thighs together. His face quickly donned a grin.
âDid you get turned on from just cleaning up your mess?â
He was teasing and you whined as his thumb slid across your cheek. He quit stroking your face and rested his chin on his fist as he leaned back in the chair. You grabbed his leg and he sighed.
Your chin was still resting on his thigh.
âGo on, rub yourself. Show me how much you like my boots.â His eyes were glazed over with lust.
You blushed but then slowly started to grind yourself on his boot. You had his foot between your legs and you were rubbing yourself on it, chasing any sort of pleasure inducing friction you could get your hands on.
âSo needy, arenât you?â
âDonât tease me-!â You huffed as your legs quivered, you rubbed yourself on just the right spot to have you twitching from pleasure.
You bucked your hips, grinding your crotch on the limb as Naib could feel his boot warm from the contact.
You were shuddering and sloppy. Your body was just begging for enough pleasure.
Naib flicked his foot while it was between your legs and you moaned as it hit your crotch, a strangled sound that filled his ears as if it were a joyful song.
He grinned at you and scoffed in mock offense.
You were chasing pleasure on the leather covering his foot as if it was the best thing youâd ever had.
It was honestly pathetic that he was starting to get jealous of his own boot.
Why would his cock have to compete with a shoe?
âAre my boots better than my cock?â He asked.
He pushed his foot forward, a gasp and soft moan being coaxed from your lips, they were parted as you gasped and huffed.
âNo-!â You gasped as he flicked his foot upward and caused your breath to hitch.
Your grip on him got tighter.
âAre you sure?â
He watched you helplessly grinded against his boot, humping his leg with a pitiful expression. You were sure of your answer.
You were like an unfortunate beast, chasing after carnal desires and unable to satiate your lust. Your want for an orgasm enticed by the mercenary was left ignored.
Naib started to move his foot more, pressing his leg and foot into your crotch whenever you bucked your hips into it. He smiled at you and he listened to you moan and whine.
His fucking boot wasnât enough for you. Naib could see it, but he wouldnât let you get off that easily.
He moved it and held it to your chest. He was demanding a new polish. You leaned over and started to lick the leather again. You left wet and sloppy kisses on the shoe.
Moist trails of saliva were left by your tongue lapping up any mess on his boot, the blood long gone by now.
When he was satisfied with it he flicked his ankle, effectively giving you the nonverbal command to get off.
As humiliating as it was, god damn was it hot. Naib knew all the best ways to rile you up, he knew every spot you liked to be touched.
Youâd started grinding on his foot again, chasing after friction from the mercenary since this was all heâd allow you.
With that information in mind, he moved his foot from underneath you, the object of your lust being taken.
He looked at his boot, some residue from your earlier actions left on it.
âLay down, spread your legs. Now.â
You did as you were told. You laid on your back and your thighs were spread apart, making your clothed groin and ass more visible. Naib took in the sight of you and bit his lip.
âSo pretty.â
He pressed his boot on your crotch, a gasp was the response he got. He noticed your breathy moans and he ground his boot onto you.
He knew just where to put it to make you squirm and here you were, writhing underneath him as he pressed his damn shoe on your crotch.
âCum for me. Use my boot.â
âNaib-!â
âCum with it. Then Iâll consider giving you my dick.â
You bucked your hips into his boot as he pressed it on you firmly. With enough rubbing, you came and Naib smirked at the wet spot in your pants.
âNow maybe Iâll give you my dick for cleaning and using it so well.â
Youâve slept with the evil reptilian before. Hell youâd fantasized about it before he even gave you the chance to do so.
One night with him wasnât even enough. Luchino was fucking great in bed and he damn knew it. He had a long scaled cock with ridges and scales in all the right places.
You could get used to having him.
It felt so good to have that giant thing inside of you, making a mess of you. Luchino was always down for a good fuck every once in a while and today was just another one of those days.
You had a game earlier in the day and whoever was behind these things at the Oletus Manor had graced you with Luchino as your hunter.
He noticed you at the banquet table waiting and flicked his tail.
When you saw him, you were screaming internally knowing just how big of a threat the man was to a victory.
Luchino had strong legs that he could use to leap toward you at any given moment. A good skill for chasing but then again, you hadnât played him enough to know how to counter him.
Sure youâd messed around with Luchino several times before but it wasnât by playing the Oletus Manor games.
Sometimes it was during the games and sometimes it was after.
That match went exactly as you thought it would. One by one you and your teammates were quickly incapacitated by the reptilian and his kukri blade.
Luchino saved the best for last. The best being you. You glared at him when you were put in the rocket chair.
You pulled off rescue after rescue but it wasnât enough. Youâd only gotten through one cipher and maybe half of another before everyone was caught.
By the time Luchino caught you, Aesop was in a chair and Emma and Emily were already gone.
The reptilian man gave you what you thought was an apologetic look.
Since you were the last survivor, you were sent back to the manor expeditiously.
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To say you were upset was an understatement. You hadnât won a game all fucking week. And it was Wednesday .
Luchino found you sulking in your room after dinner later. You were less than amused by his presence but didnât chase him away.
âYouâll win another game.â He said as he stepped over to your bed.
That just made you more upset. You had tried and failed for four days! One game even ended with a loss despite having one cipher left to do.
Luchino noticed your expression, he didnât want you to be upset with him.
He knew you were also upset because of your consistent string of failures over the course of the first half of the week.
You were sitting on your bed, arms crossed. As cute as it was to Luchino, he wanted to make it up to you. To get you to stop being upset with him.
He sat down next to you on your bed and laid down on your stomach. He closed his eyes and a low rumble came from his throat.
He wrapped his arms around your torso and you didnât make a move to do anything at all. That was fine for him.
You put your hand on his head after a moment, running your fingers along the braids. You were still moody but Luchino didnât mind. Heâd praise your efforts to overcome him with his actions now.
The reptilian began to nudge his head on you, rubbing his head on your body. You pulled his head up and he ran his forked tongue across your face.
You knew what he was asking. His tail wrapped around your leg and you sighed, leaning in and kissing him.
He was glad that you were starting to get out of your grouchy mood. That reptilian sound could be heard from him again.
He could take your mind off your losses. He just had to show you a good time. He waited for your response to his actions.
âYes, Luchino.â
That was all it took for him to run his tongue along your neck, the forked muscle on your neck sending goosebumps across your skin.
He kissed you, his forked tongue wrapping around your more human one. As he kissed you, his claws made quick work of your shirt.
It left your torso bare for him to see. You moaned into the kiss and Luchino began to kiss you more passionately, more deeply.
âLet me make you feel betterrr.â
The way he dragged out the last syllable in the final word of his sentence sent shivers down your spine. You were down for a good time with him as well if it took your mind off things.
Luchino broke the kiss and nudged your cheek with his own. He then moved back, his forked tongue went down, trailing along the skin of your torso. His hands pressed you into the mattress.
Caressing every bump and every curve of your waist, tracing the shape of your body. He slipped off your pants, his claws ripping a hole in them in the process.
You could sew up the pants later but you sighed, a tad bit irritated about it.
âThatâs the sixth time this week.â
âIâm sssorry.â Luchino apologized and his tongue flicked your face.
He knew you werenât mad at him for that. You could fix that rip later just like you did the last five times. The evil reptilian was hovering above your body as he looked at you.
Luchino stuck out his long tongue. It drifted lower and lower until he was where he wanted to be.
He teased your entrance with it, you felt his warm saliva on your hole and it made you twitch. You were trying not to squirm.
He didnât have to move to reach, his tongue was long enough to reach from where he was. You writhed beneath him.
âLuchino-!â You gasp.
âYesss?â
He knows what you want and heâs going to give you exactly what you want. He makes quick work of his own pants revealing his hardened cock.
You took notice of the scales adorning his shaft, the greenish color matched the rest of the green hues that made up his skin.
You saw the ridges and bumps that made you feel so good when they rubbed against all the places inside that pleasured you.
He kissed you and then pressed his tip into you. He pushed all the way in and started all the way down to the base. Luchino edto thrust into your hole at a leisurely pace. He wasnât trying to pound you mercilessly just yet.
He had his hands on your hips and he moved his tongue to toy with your chest. The forked muscle wrapped around a hard nipple, giving it a small squeeze and flicking it.
The way your breath hitched told him everything he needed to know. He continued his ploy, fondling your chestâs other side with one hand.
His scaley shaft After your many nights together, Luchino knew by now what spots to hit. He angled himself and adjusted your position below him so he could hit this one specific spot.
He began to thrust animalistically into your hole, pounding and abusing a spot he knew the effects of all too well. He was fucking you like a dog in heat. He wrapped his tail around your thigh, an instinct that he always succumbed to during sex with you.
When he hit that spot within you, you arched your back, mouth agape desperately trying to catch your breath. Your legs were trembling as Luchino held them firm. His tongue moved from your nipple to touch at your sides.
His hand trailed feather light touches, erotic in nature, along your abdomen. You donât know what it was but those touches, caressing your skin like a soft murmur aroused you more.
Your soft noises of pleasure were music to the reptilianâs ears. He loved hearing you voice your pleasure, moaning out because of him.
Luchino pressed his lips to yours and he bit your lip, a small nip. Not enough to hurt too much. A droplet of blood was licked away from it. He pushed your legs to your chest and with a final slam into you, he released his seed inside.
You felt the fresh, warm, fluids fill you up but Luchino wasnât done. He bucked his hips into you, slowly riding out his orgasm as you shuddered and moaned beneath him.
âAgain.â
âAgain..?â Luchinoâs words confused you.
âLet me fill you with my seed.â
Oh. He wanted to fill you up with his cum. He leaned down and flicked his tongue over your flushed face and skin.
Once again he was asking for consent to fuck you senseless. Permission which you gave.
âThank you.â He nudged his head against your cheek, rubbing on it.
You felt his rough scales on your soft skin. He leaned his forehead against yours and flicked his tongue across your nose. He brushed it over your lip and then ran the tongue along your neck.
You could feel the forked ends scenting you. Luchino slowly pounded into you but quickly began thrusting at a quick but steady pace. The cum from his last orgasm made it easier for him to slide in and out.
You moaned and he pressed his body against yours, the ridges and bumps of his cock were overstimulating you. His first thrust made you convulse and he fucked you as you came down from your orgasm.
He was stimulating your sensitive areas again and again. You pulled him in for a kiss and that Jacobsonâs organ in the roof of his mouth? You knew what you were going to do with it.
You pressed your tongue to the sensitive little organ, he twitched and he was panting. He just got an overdose of your erotic scent, your smell just washed over him and he couldnât take it.
You felt something in you, he came inside again after you kissed him. Perhaps in reaction to what you did to Luchinoâs gland.
Luchino rubbed your stomach and he made that sound again. That low rumble that sounded somewhat like a crocodile but not.
He seemed mesmerized. But why? You opened your mouth to say his name and ask but he pounded into you, snatching the words away from you and replacing them with a strangulated moan.
A broken sound of surprise and pleasure as he continued to fuck you roughly, he was still hard after two fat loads of cum, how was he not done yet?
âLuchino-? Youâve cum twice already? Are you not done?â
âNo. Not yet.â
His tongue flicked out of his mouth then back inside. He licked your face again and continued pounding his scaled cock into you as you were a moaning, cum filled mess.
After the third load, you noticed a slight bulge in your belly.
Luchino almost purred at the sight. It took a moment but then it clicked. This was what he wanted, thatâs why he wasnât done.
You looked at him as he fucked you into yet another orgasm.
âL-Luchino, are you trying to fill me with your cum?â
âI already ssssaid sssooo.â He replied without ceasing his thrusts.
He put his face close to yours and nudged your cheek, he wanted another kiss. Another does of overstimulated senses.
You obliged his request and he came in you again, when you felt your walls get coated in yet another layer of white your own orgasm hit.
He flipped you over into doggy style and bit your neck as he pounded into you. A half moan half gasp engulfed the room.
Luchinoâs teeth sank into your skin, blood trickling down your nape as he rammed you.
He was going to milk himself dry. His tail wrapped around your leg again, not wanting to move.
He continued his rough handling and animalistic breeding. You didnât care since the sex was good.
It usually was.
His ridges rubbed all the right spots and the bumps pressed on them too.
The reptilian fucked you long and hard. By the time he finally finished, he was holding your thighs, cock still inside you and plugging you up.
Your belly had a bulge from how much of his cum was held inside of you. He pressed on it a little, making you groan.
He licked your cheek and gazed down at your tired face and body that showed signs of exhaustion.
You just wanted to sleep. Luchino smiled at you and caressed your belly, prideful at having his cum bloat you.
Alva Lorenz, the hermit. Once an inventor but now who knew what he was. You initially found him handsome at first glance.
Like how you met other survivors during matches, some of your first meetings were during games. One such game was where you met Alva.
The instant attraction to him and infatuation with him and his appearance was a large distraction for you.
Just his looks nearly led to you getting caught in a match because you were focused more on his pretty face than getting away.
Alva had seen the way you looked at him. He was confused at first. Then over time, match after match, he slowly accepted your affections.
He could never predict or understand the emotions of humans. Human nature was a complicated subject.
Alva simply gave up trying, believing that formulae and theories could never deduce such things in humans.
He only believed in his savior and eventually⊠you .
Your pursuit of him was not in vain because you had managed to form a connection with him through a lot of persistence.
In this relationship, when you both were free, the two of you would be intimate with each other. Feeling the otherâs breaths and being so close you can feel the skin of each otherâs bodies.
He was always fucking you senseless in bed. He usually did so you wanted to try something different the next time the two of you were having sex.
You knocked on his bedroom door, he muttered a âcome inâ and you walked in to see him trying on his new costume for the Halloween season.
He had a deep neckline on his shirt and his makeup was done to appear cat-like. His eyes were naturally one step ahead.
They already looked cat-like. You really liked his eyes though. They were so pretty. Maybe it was just because you loved cats.
His outfit for the occasion was cat themed as well. He caught you staring and he held his staff in his right hand. He looked at you, raising a brow in confusion.
âWhy are you staring at me?â
You took in the rest of his clothing. You could see his chest because of the neckline being so low. He had a high collared open jacket and cat ears on his head.
Even his staff was matching the theme because it had a cat on the top with a gem on its tail. The colors were mostly black and gold and damn did Alva look good in it.
The coat made him look taller if that was even possible. He was already tall as fuck to begin with but the ears and the extra accessories just accentuated it.
The pants made his long and thin legs look even better than normal. His ass was hugged nicely by the pants and the jacket loosely hung over it.
The whole costume was a masterpiece and you had to stop yourself from salivating like a hungry dog.
âYou lookâŠso hot in that costume.â You blatantly state, almost no shame in your words.
Alva blushed a bit and leaned his staff on the wall. He started to make his way over to you. You could hear his pilgrim pepper steppers tapping on the floor as he walked.
When he got to you, your face was flushed just from the sight of him, he bent down and kissed you.
The man was handsome, even he could admit that much. He knew the effect he had on you.
He knew you were enchanted by him. Infatuated. Not only was he pretty, he knew how to use that against you.
He licked your lips, you parted them and allowed him entrance. His yellow eyes stared down at you, taking in the sight of you as he gave you his attention.
He moved his tongue, exploring your mouth. He slurped on your own, your salivas mixing together as you moaned into the kiss.
He pulled you over to the bed, tongue still tasting yours. He broke away, a string of saliva lingering, connecting your lips.
When he pushed you down on the mattress, gazing at your form beneath him, you stopped him. You put a hand on his arm, he halted his actions.
âWait. I want to try something different today.â
He raised a brow.
âLike what?â
You blushed a bit and he waited for you to speak your mind. What exactly was it that you wanted to try out?
âLet me peg you.â
âIâm sorry, you want to what-?â He wasnât opposed to it, he was just caught off guard.
âPeg you.â
His own pale cheeks flushed with a reddish hue and he sighed. He got off you and sat on his bed. You were looking at him and his cat-like yellow eyes were on you.
âI donât see why not. If you need anything, go get it. Iâll wait.â He said eventually.
A little experimentation didnât hurt.
You kissed his cheek, careful not to smudge the makeup on him and took off to your own room. His slit pupils followed you out the door of his room.
You had something lying around in wait. Waiting for this occasion. You just had to remember where you had put it.
You checked your wardrobe and found a box sitting at the bottom. You picked it up and opened it, finding exactly what you needed.
Alva was touching up on his black makeup when you returned withâŠ
âA dildo..?â
His hand paused, setting down the makeup brush and container. He was more nervous about the size of it. Would that thing even fit inside of him?
âAre you sure that will fit?â
âIâll try and go as easy as I can, Alva.â Your reassurances made him feel better but not by a whole lot.
You went over to him and put aside the makeup, after putting it on his night table you straddled him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him deeply. He returned the kiss with fervor.
You gazed into his golden eyes. The vibrant yellow hue meeting the gaze of your own eyes, slit pupils watched your every move.
You noticed the face makeup. He had his nose painted black, some whiskers were drawn on too.
He had painted his under eyes black as well and the color brought out those eyes you just loved to look at. Alva wrapped his arms around you, one going to the small of your back and pressing you into him further.
One of your hands moved to stroke his head as you continued to taste him. Your fingers danced along the tips of his ears, feeling the fur on them and his blackened hair.
The once white strands were now dark as night, probably dyed for the spooky season.
It looked ravishing on him. You pushed the hermit onto the bed so he was laying on his back.
You pulled away from the kiss, watching his chest rise and fall with quick pants.
You got off of him and slid off his colonial clompers. You took off the ruffled socks and kissed his feet.
It earned you a sharp look and a blush as you stood back up in front of the man.
Your hands ran along the curves of his ass, caressing the hermitâs skin. You could feel the shape perfectly thanks to his tight pants.
You fumbled with the garment before removing the clothing piece entirely. It left only his underwear between you and his pale colored nether region.
âGo easy on me, will you? I have a game tomorrow.â Alvaâs face was beet red as he said these words.
You smiled with a nod, giving him a quick kiss as you slid off his underwear.
Your hands wandered across his pale skin, his ass was firm. His soft cock was the color of the moon. That bluish gray tone.
You had a bottle of lubricant on you that youâd brought as well, not wanting to hurt the man before you.
He watched as you used it to make your fingers slick. You prodded his hole, slowly pushing one finger into him.
Alva made a face and you looked up at him.
âAre you alright? How do you feel?â
âStrange. Very strange.â
He was still blushing crimson and you slowly started to pump your finger into him, his unsteady breaths and the strange sensation from your fingers inside of him slowly sent blood rushing to his cock.
Your slick finger moved in and out of him with ease once youâd worked the muscle lax enough.
You pushed another finger into him, generous with the lubricant so you wouldnât rub Alva raw and hurt him.
You prodded at his insides, the pleasure was a strange feeling for him. He attempted to steady his breaths and a half choked gasp of pleasure left his lips as you found what you were looking for.
âFound it~â You said with a grin.
âThat spot⊠what did you do?â Alva questioned, his dick stood up now as blood rushed down below.
âWhat did I do?â You ask it innocently as if you didnât know what exactly you were doing.
You thrust your fingers into that particular spot, Alva quivered beneath you. A mix of shame and embarrassment on his face at the reaction to just having his hole toyed with.
You scissored the man, separating your two fingers inside of him as he writhed beneath your touch. Once youâd stretched him out enough, muscle lax enough to penetrate without too much trouble, you grabbed the dildo.
It was a large strap-on dildo, maybe eight or nine inches. You liked feeling Alvaâs skin on yours so you took off your pants, leaving you in your underwear. You put on the strap-on, lining up the toy with Alvaâs hole.
âSafe word?â You ask.
âCat.â Alva responded, a little tribute to his costume.
You appreciated the association. He was a hot cat man after all. Youâd be thinking about this till the end of your days.
You position yourself between his legs, holding onto his thin thighs. Alva watched you, waiting to see what you would do.
Without warning, you plunged into him. You buried the dildo all the way to the base.
Your hips met Alvaâs white skin and you watched him squirm a bit. The tall man was gasping for breath.
He had never felt so full before, never had he ever. This was his first time being done in the ass, too.
You slowly pulled out and then slammed back into him, the slow pace making his body writhe beneath yours.
His hard cock was dripping with pre cum and you just took your time, teasing, slow, hard.
Alva was moaning beneath you, saying your name. Little sounds of pleasure left his lips and you loved it.
You found that sweet spot your fingers reached before and began to relentlessly pound into it.
Each thrust just abused that spot mercilessly and Alva was a quivering, moaning mess.
His legs were trembling and his body was shuddering beneath your touch, your actions, everything you were doing to him.
You bucked your hips into him at a fast pace and his broken noises of pleasure flooded your ears.
The sounds aroused you more as you watched his hands scramble for purchase on the sheets.
âDo you like that, Alva?â
You slowed your pace a bit, to give the poor man a breather.
His dick still dripped pre cum but he was probably close to climax.
âYou gonna cum from getting your ass pounded?â
A little experimentation never hurt anyone but god did he want you to shut the fuck up.
âDonât tease me!â
A hard thrust into his prostate, that sweet spot from before had a strangled moan enter your ears.
His legs were a quivering mess and streams of white shot out of his cock and onto the front of his costume.
You pegged him as he came down from his high, slowly and steadily as his body quivered.
His white skin was flushed and he was warm. His face was akin to the color of a tomato.
âHowâd I do?â You ask as you carefully pull out of his hole.
It felt so empty having you take that dildo out of him.
He wasnât going to sit in peace for the rest of the day. His ass would just tell him no.
He looked at you and then started to shed the white stained coat of his costume with a sigh.
Minor Character's Accidental Plot Change- Chapter 1: Death Leads to Life
This web novelâŠ. Itâs quite strange.
I have invested countless hours into the storyline that was a blooming flower in terms of storytelling and popularity.
The male lead and protagonist was the kingâs son who was cold and stoic and indifferent unlike the charismatic female lead who was sweet and kind!
The female lead was the most popular (female) web novel character on the entire website! The male lead made the top hundred rankings with his stoic demeanor and popularity with female readers.
Women threw themselves at the male lead in every plotline whether it was out of pure love or wanting to be a queen and raise their status. What kind of protagonist sits so idly while a variety of noble ladies throw themselves?
This prince was fortunate to be birthed between his pure dragonborn blooded father and a dragonborn mage, he was a pure blooded man of his kind and had strong magical power because of his birth. Dragonborn people had exceptional magic. With his mother being a mage he had to have some natural talent in the magic arts.
His father (a kind old soul really) was assassinated and he was left to steal the throne from his conspiring uncle who was to rule until he came of age.
This cold hearted protagonist was brought up to be a noble ruler by his father and is shown much indifference by his uncle and the major antagonist until he begins to interfere with his uncleâs plans to take the throne.
Sent off to war and public affairs, even being left to die in the mountainsâtwo countries overâdidnât stop him. Why would it?Â
The tormenting author always makes them suffer, thatâs protagonist writing 101!
Isekai is a popular trope but it's nothing but a starting point! The rest is up to the author to make this a compelling read!
Training his magic with a private tutor, the prince then fell for the female lead who is an angel sent directly from heaven!Â
Daughter of a divine priestess, her healing ability is of the highest caliber with beauty almost none compared to!Â
With the amount of lines used to describe her thereâs no surprise that she was such a popular female lead in the web novel rankings.
A developing plotline following two powerful characters through courtship and kingdom.
Alas the female lead Lacrissa of the house Montel died at the end!Â
She was of humble origins, her mother dying during childbirth, and then spending her childhood in struggle and poverty with her motherâs sister until her father had claimed his child.
She came to be a doctor after studying with one of the Viscounts known for his medicinal knowledge and healing magic.
She left the prince to rot like a widower for the rest of his life in the end!
Risking her life only to leave the prince without a wife or a lover!
Then what did I read this chicken scratch for if the male lead failed to end up with the female lead? Thatâs basically what every reader was waiting for! Leaving crude comments underneath someoneâs work isnât even worth it now but what happened to the plot?
Lacrissa cannot die!
She is the peopleâs hopes and aspirations!
Dozens of unanswered questions raced through Leon Mikhainâs mind and these were among the last thoughts he had before his life came to an abrupt end.
His final moments were spent badmouthing a novel with potential that amounted to kindergarten scribbles on a hospital bed.
Leon was ready to barge through the authorâs screen himself for an explanation in all the character backstories riddled with holes and the lack of tension!
The blackness that draped over his eyes like a curtain suddenly flooded with light as he shot up like an arrow.
He sat awake disheveled and covered in a ragged blanket.Â
He eyed his hands and saw they seemed smallerâŠ. A childâs small and chubby hands are what he now had.
The boy was confused, he had not been a child for so many years. His hands should not look like this.
He got up from the bed and when he touched the floor he noticed how small he was. He wasnât as tall as he was before. It seemed as though even his legs had shrunk. It was beyond strange.
After barely processing the sudden shrinkage, he saw across this cabinet-like space that there happened to be a large mirror on the wall which he stepped toward. As he peeked at his reflection his eyes went as wide as saucers.
âEh?!â
He felt his face and pinched himself to make sure he wasnât dreaming.
âWhat is this?!â he thought as his mind became clouded in panic.
He was smaller than he originally thought! He appears to be a young child.
His hair was a fiery orange color with blood red eyes and he had pale golden skin.
âMy hair was dark brown and so were my eyes?! Who am I?â
Leon tugged on his hair to see and sure enough that hair belonged to him.
How strange! He was a grown man a minute ago and now he seems to have become a child!
Suddenly a knock on the little roomâs door sounded as he was trying to piece together his situation.Â
The now child had been given quite a sudden fright at the noise but soon walked over and opened the (way too large) door for his visitor when he composed himself. The large shirt he was wearing dragged across the wood floor.
A servant girl (more specifically a maid) was standing on the other side. Her black hair tied up in a bun and two strands of hair framing her face adorned with two bright blue eyes.
âBoy, we cannot keep the De LeĂłn family waiting.âÂ
The girl sounded urgent as she spoke to this child. Was she in a hurry?
âThe daughters of Marquess De LeĂłn and his eldest son are to be visiting the Empire today. You are to accompany them.â
This girl informed him so matter-of-factly and almost sounded as if she had pity laced in her voice for a reason he couldnât quite place considering he had been in this world for about three minutes. With that the girl had hurriedly taken her leave to return to her duties and Leon shut the door.
He slid down to a sitting position and leaned his head against the door with a sigh before the girlâs words suddenly clicked in his brain.
Iâm accompanying who?! I look barely nine years of age!Â
His thoughts would not help him understand this strange place better but it felt oddlyâŠ. familiar. Like he had seen something similar to it. A vague memory he could not quite place.
Pushing the age inquiries aside he thought,
Did that servant girl call me âBoyâ? That must have been what the previous owner of this body was called. How peculiar. Wait a moment, what kind of name is that?!
Did this child even have a name?
This child amidst his confusion got to his feet and rummaged through the belongings before throwing on a white blouse and some trousers that have definitely seen better days. They were the only clothes he could find!Â
He quickly fixed himself to find the family he was to accompany. His thin and worn shoes that belonged to the previous âBoyâ looked like they would tear at any moment.
His curled hair hung around his head at his ears and framed the sides of his face, his curled bangs just barely covering his eyes.
He was dressed in the literal only clothes available to him. Heâs just going to pray his shoes donât completely break within the next hour. Heâd have to admit though that this child was quite a sight.Â
Pretty but skinny and as sickly looking as can be. Messy hair the color of fire and eyes the color of fresh blood. Who was this boy?
The child began to rush down the luxurious hall after exiting his little cabinet sized room. As he did so, a large portrait caught this little boyâs eye and he ceased his hurry.
Turning to look at it, he inspected the painting. There was a man with dark blonde hair, green eyes, and dressed very sharply painted on the canvas.
The gears turning in his head, the little boyâs eyes went wide as an imaginary light bulb appeared above his head and lit up with a click.
âOh f***, f***, f***!â He thought.
Thatâs the Marquess De LeĂłn who conspired against the crown in the novel I read before dying! The features match that one bookâs descriptions! What was that stupid book called again?
[Before The Throne]?
Thatâs the one!
I have read so many isekai novels but I never suspected Iâd be the subject of my own isekai story!
Sighing, the child known as âBoyâ stood in silence trying to reference what character he was stuck as.
The red eyes he now owned sunk and his brows furrowed as he came to the realization.
Iâm the f***ing nameless slave boy that the Marquess bought to aid his children.
I am literally cannon fodder for cannon fodder!
The Marquess De LeĂłn only bought Boy for his unique appearance!
This was bad for him as the slave boy had no choice but to aid the master with his schemes and was brutally killed after suffering years of mistreatment from the family.
He was a dog that was to be loyal to its masters and kindly be a stepping stone for the young misses and young master until his untimely death.Â
Iâm not prepared to die here! Especially not like that!
Being treated like a dog for over a decade was and is definitely not on my list of things to do in any life.
Based on his appearance he could estimate that he was currently about nine years of age so this is most likely before the original novel story takes place. The story barely mentioned him so he couldnât possibly know how long the original was here prior to the current time period.Â
How helpful.
The obedient and loyal lap dog of De LeĂłn died during the persecution and retribution plot line, but he has no way of knowing what part of the story will take place when.
His head full of thoughts trampling any awareness of his surroundings, unheard footsteps sounded down the hall at a fast pace and a young girl with long and loose auburn curls came into his view.
The Marquessâ eldest daughter, Carlotta! Think back to the book, what was Carlottaâs significance to this boy?Â
Thinking about it sent a shiver down Boyâs spine. The few lines from the book that came to mind incinerating any hope of some decency from the young lady.
Oh f***. This stupid author didnât give him any face!
This poor boy was mentioned only a couple of times throughout the entire novel!
That novel has thousands if not millions of words, how could I remember such a minor background character?
Carlotta stopped near him, her ruffled blue dress rustling as the skirt just barely covered her feet.
âWe have to get going, Boy! We mustnât be late to visit the king and we have been waiting for you for ages!â
She huffed angrily as she took this childâs hand and dragged him with her toward a set of stairs. She was clearly annoyed since they were meeting with the ruler of their nation! Despite her mood, her voice had been laced with honey as she spoke. Perhaps at getting to see such an important person.
They really canât afford to be tardy to greet such important people it seems.Â
Now who was waiting for whom? He certainly didnât think it was too late. It seemed rather early if he was being honest.
Carlotta had stopped at the top of a staircase with this child that had barely processed what had just happened. She held onto the intricate carved handrail with her free hand. She took a step onto the first stair with a heeled shoe and turned to the child she dragged with her.
âBe careful, Boy.â The young lady said to the unnamed slave with a smile seemingly far from genuine.
As the two were descending the stairs, a foot stuck out and the little slave boy had tripped and went tumbling down. Carlotta would have tumbled down herself too if she hadnât released his hand.
How cliche to go for the stairs!
At least bully this boy with some sort of face!Â
Carlotta feigned an expression of worry as she watched his body fall down the stairs hitting step after step, however it was short-lived as she gracefully descended the carpeted steps after him.
Leon was definitely not enjoying this new identity as his body thudded down the manor stairs.
Did she have anything better to do? I just got here!
Were authors always this cruel to their minor characters?
Was there a possibility to go home?
Back to his life as a lonely man who barely left his home and lived quietly?
Was that too much to ask?
Oh right, he seemed to have forgotten that he had died.
Thinking to himself he sadly remembered that he would not be able to go back to his quiet life in the city reading webcomics and novels or playing otome games.
This trashy author can choke!Â
âOh dear, let me help you.âÂ
Carlotta had pulled him out of his thoughts and up to his feet. His left leg nearly buckled as he stood. That was a first for falling down stairs in either of his lifetimes but this hurt a littleâno, a lot moreâthan he thought.
His left leg had a sharp pain when he attempted to put any weight on it, taking a deep breath he leaned more onto his right side and smoothed out his clothes. He dusted himself off and wiped away the tears threatening to leave his eyes because of the pain.
He refused to cry right now because of some spoiled girl with a personality worse than half the social media influencers offline.
Carlotta had brisked past him without a second thought and walked off after, leaving the child standing awkwardly on his own.
He quickly followed the young miss as best he could and when they got to the manorâs entrance, her elder brother, Aspen, had stood outside the door, it seems he was awaiting her arrival. The little slave child quickly ran to continue with the young lady who was certainly not willing to make his job any easier.
âFather has waited far too long sister, we must go.â
Aspen gave his sister a glance and turned away as quickly as he had looked. His character was certainly blunt, and straight to the point if he can recall correctly. He didnât seem too concerned about the lady though.
The brown haired son of the De LeĂłn house walked off with long strides, his long pony tail swaying behind him. The young master had an air of indifference to him that Boy could not quite place.
The young miss and master had gone outside with this child following behind, the large carriage was in front of the house with two pure black horses to pull it. Beautiful really.
Boy watched as the young miss and master had seated themselves in the carriage interior while Boy was tasked with helping a few servants load the carriage with their luggage.
Taking his slim child arms that still ached from his earlier fall he was hoisting heavy luggage onto the back of the carriage in the hot morning sun.
Boy suspected most of it belonged to the daughters, Lord Aspenâs luggage was only one case!
The Marquess De LeĂłn had arrived and stood outside the carriage door, presumably waiting for his youngest daughter. The boy watched his master for a moment before completing his labor with a huff.
He finished with the luggage and thanked the other servants for their aid before standing on the other side of the door where his master did not stand in wait.
After a good several minutes, a young girl with shoulder length bright blonde hair adorned with an expensive looking hair pin in a green dress with matching shoes arrived. She seemed only a few years older than Boy was!
Just how young is he at this current moment in time?
The girlâs father looked at his daughter and sighed, âYouâre late Elizabeth, donât be late next time, child, for we canât afford to keep people such as the king waiting.â
The father entered the carriage after the slave boy held open the door and his youngest daughter stepped in after him.
The slave stepped up shortly and as he was about to seat himself when the Marquess sent him a stern look.
âYou sit on the floor.â
Iâm convinced this author hated their less important characters while writing this!
I could have been any other character in this chicken scratch of a book!Â
You could have even made me a cannon fodder character with better circumstances!
This boy now known as a slave child called âBoyâ instead of a name could not cope with his current situation. He was tempted to back out of this new life of his before it even began!
He could barely remember anything about this characterâs purpose and situation; there was much less to go off of than most other characters so he couldnât even if he tried!
Iâm going to have to improvise this entire plot just to prevent my death and survive here?
This would be quite troublesome to make sure he could fit with the current plot line. He was only a slave so if he was lucky, little attention would be paid to him.
The whip was cracked and the horses interrupted his thoughts as the carriage readily departed with the small slave child sitting on the carriage floor, the horses pulling the large box along.
It seems the Marquess considered him lower than the family and authorized that he not sit next to any of them or he was simply a status conscious sort of man.
Either way, the boy didnât seem fond of his master nor the life he was given.
The carriage ride had begun bumpy and Boy could see them pass the gates of the estate out of the little windows.
âWhere are we going?â He had the courage to ask.
That only earned him a kick to the gut and an angry huff from the Marquess beside him, it seems he was not willing to answer.
Rude.
The child collected himself and sat quietly against the carriage door. He felt that he seemed a bit underdressed even for a slave or servant seeing the king.Â
Do these people even give him anything? The original âBoyâ didnât even have more clothes than the ones on my back!
Moving his eyes toward the young miss, Carlotta, he could see her outfit more clearly than earlier. He saw that she wore a blue dress with ruffles and ribbons lacing the hem of the skirt. Her hair had a braid along the side of her head that remained loose at the end and joined the rest of her long auburn hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back. A silver ring on her left index finger, a lacey collared necklace, and she held her fan in her right hand fanning herself as the sun shined down on them through the carriage windows.
The young master wore his cravat, collared shirt, family brooch and black bottoms and boots. His navy blue jacket adorning his figure nicely, a strong well built man he is. His belt of gold diagonally at his waist and light brown hair in a ponytail made him look even better! His hair was tied with a blue ribbon and he had uneven bangs that seemed to suit him rather well.Â
If he wasnât amongst the most minor cannon fodder characters in existence, female readers might have loved him!
Elizabeth De LeĂłn had the expensive looking hairpin this child saw as she came running to the carriage earlier when she was late. A white lily flower in gold, encrusted with jewels. Her round toed green shoes matched her forest green dress nicely and a gold bracelet with an emerald as green as her big eyes decorated her small wrist.
The dress was wider as it went past her waist and it made the young miss look very adorable.Â
If she could outshine the female lead I wouldnât even be surprised.
Boy looked at his own clothes and internally sighed, they were a little messy from his little trip down the stairs and he was sure that they would be less than presentable for meeting the ruler of the nation in the Empire.
The carriage hit a bump in the road and the child on the carriage floor jostled a little but then regained his former sitting position. Carlotta eyed him and her eyes closed as if she was smiling. Her lower face was obscured by her fan.
She must have thought something so minor was quite humorous. Or she took great pleasure in obstructing the boyâs human rights, he concluded.
âFather, when will we be at the palace?â The silence was broken by one of the Marquessâ three children.
It was a question asked by sweet Elizabeth who looked at her father with excitement in her eyes, it wasnât everyday you met the king after all.Â
The girl smiled at her father waiting for an answer. By this point they had been riding in the carriage for a couple of hours and it was around noon at best.
âThe carriage should arrive in a couple of hours, weâll be there by evening and weâll be staying in the palace for a little while,â said Marquess De LeĂłn.
Staying? Overnight in the palace?!
Where would the slave child even sleep?
I suppose it would be best to worry about it later as the journey ahead was still tedious as is but still!
By the time the group had arrived at the Empireâs palace gates the sun had already begun to set into the horizon and shadows were beginning to cover the land once kissed by the morning light.
The carriage slowed to a stop in front of the palace steps with the other side of the carriage idle in front of the large water fountain.
The girls were excited to finally be at the palace of the king and were quite giddy to be meeting his son, Cedros.
Boy had fallen asleep on the carriage floor (a long journey for such a child) and was kicked awake by a boot to his side.
With a small groan he held his side and rubbed his eyes with his other hand. Was it too much to ask to be woken up like a normal person?
âWhat are you standing around for? Open the door.â
Boy had looked out the window and saw the large palaceâs exterior in all its regal grandeur.
When did we arrive?
And what did the original Boy do to garner such treatment?!
Did he simply exist and get punished for it?
Without wasting any more time the child stood and opened the carriage door taking a step outside and nearly falling flat when he took a step.
His left leg throbbed and he regained his stability before standing aside and holding open the door for the De LeĂłn family to exit; Elizabeth had a pitiful look toward the child with fiery hair.
She then looked at her father and proceeded to ask a single question.
âWhy must you treat him so harshly? He doesnât do anything wrong father.â
The girlâs father gazed at her with a mixed expression on his face and sighed before giving his daughter an answer.
âHe is but a slave, our status is far above his and he need only serve us well or suffer the consequences.â
He brushed off the imaginary dust on his coattails and shoulders and stood from the carriage, but spoke once more as he stepped out.
âYou understand donât you, Lizzie?â
Elizabeth simply nodded without another word and glanced at the slave pitifully. He was tired of being pitied. And he hadnât even lived here a day. The young girl looked away and exited the carriage after her father, her elder siblings following behind them.
The party walked to the palace steps and Boy followed behind with a limp in his gait, he watched some palace servants scurry off to take care of the familyâs luggage before the carriage was to be taken away.
Boy thought the exterior was grand but when he stepped through the large doors leading inside his jaw almost dropped onto the pristine floors.
His thoughts were humbled very quickly as soon as his eyes fixed upon anything and everything inside.
Beautiful tapestries in the royal familyâs preferred colors of black, blue, and gold lined the walls.Â
The carpets that lined the floors looked soft enough to sleep on, and the portraits of the royal family that hung were done by an extraordinary painter.Â
That painter may not even have been human.
Some of the decĂłr was probably more expensive than it had cost this family to buy the original âBoyâ.
The child trailed after the De LeĂłns as they were led away.
Perhaps wherever they would be meeting the king.
The palace was simply far too large to navigate by oneself if you hadnât been here before. Peering ahead of the family, Boyâs blood red eyes landed on a palace servant escorting them.
We wonât get lost.
Perfect.
As he walked he took in all the scenery of the interior and pondered on this novel world he had ended up in.
The boy was attempting to recall what the nation he now found himself in was called. Heâd have to find a map or a book to at least gain some knowledge on the world in the moments before the novel takes place. Or even then the whole novel. He didnât remember much to be honest.
Atalatia was one of the largest kingdoms in the novel and second place went to a nation in the east called Jura if he could properly recall.Â
Boy blinked and they were suddenly in front of large doors clad in gold and black with blue symbols appearing similar to dragons in the centers.
The servant leading them opened the doors and the De LeĂłn girls stepped inside with their father and elder brother.
The small child hurried after the family and nearly tripped in the doorway on the blue carpet.
Do you think theyâd be kind enough to get someone with healing magic to help me?
Boy thought about it for a moment and smiled to himself as he laughed in his head.
Nah.
A little amusing thought to lighten his mood.
The Marquess lined up close to the thrones with his daughters to his left and his son to his right.
Boy figured it would be inappropriate to stand with them so chose to stay behind.
Based on the current interactions he could guess that this slave was treated as if he was no less than dirt.
He stood a few long strides behind the young master, Aspen, but was in a spot where he would be able to see the king and his son. Judging by how no one made a move to reprimand him, he was wise to stand back.
He looked forward and saw the king seated on a large throne. His white hair falling over his shoulders and on his fur collared coat. He had a silver crown with a ruby in the center of the piece. The crown was specially made to fit over the large horns on his head.
How could he forget?!
The royal family were Dragonborn people. Of course they had horns!
They were rather tall people as well⊠even the prince who was still a young boy. He looked almost as tall as the Marquess (and this boyâs master was rather far from short).
The prince also seemed young at this time. He appeared a good five or so years older than Boy. With his height his guess could be wrong. He appeared to be an older child on his little throne with snow white hair flowing down his back in a ponytail with some loose strands in his face. He wore a headpiece that was made up of thin silver chains around his head with a bright, blue sapphire hanging from it; the stone rested on the center of the princeâs forehead.Â
He was oddly very tall. He looked so young but was so⊠large. Boy swore heâd go green with envy at his size. How could it be fair for him to be stuck in a body so small while he got one so large?
The De LeĂłns bowed and curtsied as they greeted the ruler and heir of the nation.Â
âGreetings your majesty, King Aduross.â
The kingâs gaze moved away from the Marquess and rested on the child who didnât kneel more than armâs length away from the young master.Â
The Marquess followed his gaze and in a hushed voice told him off.
âWhat do you think youâre doing just standing there?! Kneel or Iâll make sure you canât use your other leg too! See if that helps you! Donât embarrass me!â
I wasnât even standing on my right leg solely! It looks fine, how is he going to see me and immediately conclude I have an injured leg?
Boy heeded his words and did his best to quickly kneel but then fell on his bad leg with a grunt. He was internally screaming at this and just remained kneeling behind Lord Aspen.
The princeâs steely gray eyes wandered to the slave child his father had stolen a glimpse at before and as he stared at him, the boy suddenly looked up and met his gaze seemingly unintentionally as he quickly looked away from misty gray eyes.
No wonder he is the male lead!
Even as a young boy heâs beautiful! What skin products does he even use? His skin is as smooth as a babyâs. The women back in my home world would kill for whatever heâs using!
He is truly one of the main characters. His eyes even show an air of pride and confidence amongst the color of steel gray.
Why couldnât I be transmigrated into the body of someone like him?
âRise Joseph.â The king said.
So the Marquess was named Joseph. Good to know. Heâd have to pick up any bit of information he could find.
The family rose to their feet and the Marquess had begun to converse with his majesty. Boy was uncomfortable in such a wide open room and had backed into a wall beside the door. The Marquess looked back and then the prince walked to the youngest daughter. They seemed similar in age.
Aspen had followed his father and Carlotta had joined her sister accompanying the prince. The boyâs eyes followed and he left his place by the door to follow as he was probably going to end up accompanying the daughters anyway.
Carlotta dragged behind a little as her younger sister spoke with Cedros who was leading them down one of the palaceâs many large hallways. His black robes flowed behind him.
âTry not to embarrass the family.âÂ
The suddenness of the sentence in his ears caused the boy to start from his daze and he glanced at the older sister who hid her face behind her fan.Â
I will die an early death because of this girl, mark my wordsâŠ.
âI guess you wouldnât know a thing about appearances though.â She added.
Is she the pompous kind of daughter? Or did she go swimming too deep in her fatherâs gene pool? It looks to be that sheâs as eager as her father is to keep up appearances.
If she said anything else with that foul mouth of hers he would simply ignore it. He can dream of washing it out with soap tonight.
âYour rooms are here.âÂ
The prince had walked them down a long hallway with a fair amount of doors on either side. He turned to the young misses.Â
âYour luggage should already be in your rooms, I believe this one goes to the little miss, Elizabeth.â
He opened the door for her and she gave him a charming smile as she stepped into the room after a quick curtsy.
âThank you for the hospitality, your highness.â
Carlotta was informed of her sleeping quarters for the night and the prince left. Not knowing where else to go, Boy simply followed after him.Â
âWhy are you following me?â
The male lead spoke to me! How do I answer? I donât even know what Iâm doing myself. Iâm simply trying to not mess with the storyline.
âI do not wish to get lost, your grace.âÂ
Cedros turned to him, his black horns glowing in the evening light coming through the palace windows. He seemed a bit puzzled but his expression didnât falter.
âI was not made aware that there was a fifth guest. My apologies. Iâll arrange a room in the servantâs quarters for you. Do you have luggage?â
This boy sounded like a pretty doll.Â
No emotion behind that voice!Â
Besides that Iâm wearing my luggage!Â
This is literally all this poor boy had in his room!
Struggling to come up with the right words the prince simply took it as it was and walked off again. Boy limped after him and Cedrosâ pace appeared to slow.
âWhy do you walk that way?â He asked as his pace slowed so that he was to the childâs side.
A considerate prince isn't he?
âIt will get better, your highness.â
It will get better eventually, but my leg is the least of my worries. I have most of the De LeĂłn family to worry about along with this storyline. I just need to figure out where to begin!
Cedros took his answer as it was and accompanied the slave child slowly toward one of his fatherâs drawing rooms. The prince lifted his fist and knocked on the wooden doors three times.
âWho is it?â
âItâs me, father.â
With a push of the door, in walked Cedros with Boy standing behind him uneasily. The Marquess was sitting beside his son on a plush looking couch and the king in a singular armchair across from them.Â
I wonder what they had chatted about.
The silence in the room was broken by the prince, Cedros, speaking up.
âFather, we lack a bit of hospitality. It seems we didnât account for the servant they brought.â
The king looked at his son then at the boy beside him.Â
âI apologize for failing to inform you of another guest, your majesty.â the Marquess Joseph De LeĂłn said as he clasped his hands together on his lap.
The king waved his hand implying that it was quite alright. The Marquess spoke up again.
âIs this boy one of your servants, sir De LeĂłn?â the King asked, looking at the child that his son had brought.
âThat boy was hired in the past year. He listens well.â
Lying through his teeth. I suppose you wouldnât tell the king of the nation what goes on behind closed doors in your manor with a child. Let alone a slave child.Â
Calling and referring to me as a servant is believable enough.
The king carried on saying, âThere should be a servantâs quarter we can have the boy stay in for the meantime. We canât leave him without a place to rest.â
The kingâs gaze on Boy softened and he turned to his companion.
âWhere did you find this boy, Joseph?â
Wow. Smooth change of topic, your majesty.
I could stab the tension in here with a sword. One question about my characterâs background and the atmosphere became as thick as the treasury walls ought to be.Â
Boyâs master was able to keep his composure and held the same stone face with a small smile he had when talking with the king prior to him and Cedrosâ entry. They seemed weirdly close.
Even so, Boy was honestly just as curious as to where the Marquess had gotten the original slave from. His previous answer was too vague to receive an answer from.
âThat is a tale for another time. I believe we should rest as we have some things to discuss tomorrow, your highness.â
The Marquess and young master were dismissed and indeed there was an empty room in the servantâs quarters. Small but honestly a little bigger than the room back at the De LeĂłn manor. The prince sent a pretty maid who had come shortly with a change of clothes for him and he gratefully took them.
Amongst the trousers and button up shirt, there were some night clothes. They felt high quality and soft. Better enjoy this. Although temporary it was better than his ragged clothes from back home.Â
HomeâŠ.
He missed home. He wouldnât be able to return and the thought of him dying would haunt him until he breathed his last breath in this new life.
Breaking out of his thoughts, Boy had quickly changed into the night clothes and flopped onto the bed pulling the thick blankets on top of him. He stared at the ceiling which was far too high for any normal house. This was the palace though, a little extravagance never hurt the royal family.
In the novel [Before The Throne] what was the princeâs childhood like? It was the last novel I read. Surely I can remember something. It seems he was of a quiet nature since he was small. Is it helpful information though? This will totally help me not die a gruesome and painful death. Very sure it will.
The book didnât speak much of the princeâs upbringing nor how he was as a child.
Maybe sucking up to him could be beneficial to me in the future.
That should do.
He nodded to himself as he had a mini conversation with his own person in his head.
The boy yawned and rubbed his tired eyes. Suppose itâs natural for a child of this age to be a bit tired.Â
That carriage ride was bumpy and unpleasant but who knew Iâd get my own bed!
The palace soon became silent except for the occasional worker passing by and the child had fallen asleep. Who knew what his master would condemn him to tomorrow.
Day one of his new life, complete.
-â-
The morning had come far too quickly but it surprised him to know that nobody had come to force him out of bed. Itâs a palace full of servants though so why would one noble familyâs âservantâ child be of any importance?
The child got up and decided it would be polite to make the bed. Smoothing out the sheets, he fixed the pillow before turning to the foot of the bed where he had left the clothes the maid had brought.
He slipped off the night clothes he wore and took the black trousers. He pulled them up and buttoned the new white shirt that was brought with them by the palace maid the night before.Â
He still had his worn shoes but they still had life in them. At least currently they did.
Boy fixed his bed hair to the best of his ability, a few strands sticking up here and there, and left the room. He found his way to the dining hall where the De LeĂłn family sat at a long table with the king and the prince. The young prince had a seat next to his father and the Marquess was seated on the kingâs other side. The food looked really good if he was being honest. He couldnât remember the last time he ate. Or he doesnât know when the previous owner of this body last ate.
He stood in the entryway and as he looked over at the people eating, his eyes met those of his master. He was subtle enough with his gaze but Boy abruptly turned around and left out of sight.Â
I canât even eat?! What the f***?
If I ever met that author in another life Iâd kill them myself! Iâll just see if I can eat something later or find some food in the kitchenâŠ.
There should be somewhere the servants go to eat. However, the palace is too big to search for such a place..
Ridiculous. How much can one character suffer?
Not even being able to enjoy a simple breakfast in his new life, the child decided to explore the palace halls. After wandering for a while on the first floor, he came across a large wooden door. Boy felt the engravings carved intricately into the wood with his hands. They were dragons. His eyes ceased their wandering and he pushed open the door slightly.Â
When he peered through the door, what he saw made him open the door wider with an expression of awe. He had discovered the palace library and the view didnât fail to amaze him.
Hundreds, maybe even thousands of books lined the walls and there were more shelves full of them across the room. Boy walked along the shelves and brushed his hand over a book with a reddish cover.Â
He slid the book off its shelf and opened it up. He turned the pages, brows furrowed. He didnât understand this writing. He couldnât even read it. It was slightly frustrating.
How can I be able to speak to people but not read?! How do you talk one way and write another?
Or maybe I inherited some abilities of the original slave. Or lack thereof.
The child stood holding the book, flipping the pages anxiously trying to make sense of the contents. He was so focused trying to make sense of it all that he had failed to notice that there was someone else in the sea of books with him.
âI donât suppose you know how to read if youâre looking at that book like that.â
Boy whipped his head around to see the prince, Cedros, leaning on a shelf across from him. His white hair was braided today and tossed in front of his shoulder with some loose strands here and there by his face.Â
When did he get here? I was sure that there was no one here. It was too quiet.
Boy simply stared at him very unamused with his obvious statement. The princeâs expression did not falter.
âWere you never taught to read? Can you write either?â
The child remained silent before the heir to the throne.
No I canât read, now it feels like youâre rubbing it in!
Cedros stayed stoic but promptly left Boy to his own devices. Boy watched him leave the library and his long cape trailed behind him. A breath of air left his nose in a huff.
He shut the book in his hand and promptly put it back where he found it. It would be useless to him anyway. He had approached the door to leave but stopped as he reached for the handle.
The Marquessâ voice had piped up and Boy put his ear to the door to listen out of curiosity.
âWith the De LeĂłn familyâs history of swordsmanship and magical abilities I doubt he will.â
Was young master Aspen joining the royal army? He appeared to be around seventeen which is rather young to be in the army. Maybe it was usual although the boy couldnât make a clear statement on the matter.
With a cannon fodder family I suppose itâs natural not to see too much of young master Aspen in the original work. Maybe his name came up somewhere during a battle. Perhaps he was a general of sorts.
The muttering voices had left farther than his ears could follow and he stepped out from the library as soon as their voices had become mere whispers ghosting the halls. He shut the door behind him and left in the direction they came from.Â
Boy returned to the dining room as soon as the coast was clear and saw the servants had cleaned up the table from the morning meal. Looking toward a large door on the other side of the room, he suspected it was the kitchen.
âWhat are you doing?â
Are you damn serious? Why now of all times, Carlotta?!
âWhat do you think I am doing?â he retorted as he turned to face the young miss.
The girl whose auburn hair was bunned up and adorned with a lace ribbon scoffed. She shut her fan and put a hand to rest on her hip.
âHow rude. But I suppose there could be a number of things you could be doing.â
Do I look like I give a f***, madam? If youâd like to, you can order me to go find one to give you. Either way it seems you arenât quite as sharp as Iâd have thought.
âFather wants you to accompany me and Lizzie to the pavilion with the crown prince.â
I forgot heâs the crown prince but I remembered heâs the heir to the throneâŠ. Even though it's the same thingâŠ.
âHow come?â
âThat is none of your concern.â She answered before turning and walking off, expecting the child to follow him.
Boy simply stomached the urge to roll his eyes behind the young ladyâs back and followed the young miss out to the royal palace garden. There was a pavilion in a cleared area surrounded by flowers of all kinds. He admired the roses and carnations surrounding the pathway. There were some flowers that he could not quite recognize though.Â
Perhaps native to the world he came to inhabit.
He was no botanist but he recognized a few species he had grown to love in his own world. He missed home.
The boy stood at the steps and Carlotta sat at a table beside her sister who was already there. The girls were wearing similar dresses but the younger sister wore blue while the older wore pink. The ruffles were gorgeous on the younger daughter.
Prince Cedros pulled out the chair for Carlotta when she arrived. She smiled and gave thanks as he sat across from them with his cape draped over his shoulders.Â
He had a collared shirt and a brooch of gold with a ruby in the center. His clothes were all black and he wore matching boots and pants. A sapphire ring rested on the middle finger of his right hand.
Elizabeth was seated at one of the three chairs that was set around the table next to her older sister who placed her fan in her lap. The tabletop had teacups and a dessert tray full of scones, cookies, and pastries on a lace tablecloth.Â
As much as he detested being so close to her, Boy stood behind Carlotta. A servant soon came and brought tea. The woman placed the teapot on the table, bowed, and left.
âPour the tea.âÂ
Three simple words that Carlotta had uttered and the slave she turned to did not respond to them.
He had never poured tea before. How does he even pour tea? Is the teapot even hot?
âYou want me to do what?âÂ
Carlotta unfolded her fan and lightly fanned herself with a âtskâ. Clearly annoyed at someone of such status dared to question her commands. It was as if she was a small child being declined a toy.
âAre you stupid? Pour the tea.â
âBut Iâve never poured tea before.â
Carlottaâs patience was starting to wear thin. Before she could retort, her younger sister stood from her seat.Â
âItâs okay, Carla. Iâll pour the tea if he doesn't know how.â
Elizabeth you angel! Are you sure youâre not the female lead? Shame on this author for making you cannon fodder!
âWell how come he doesnât know how to pour tea?â Carlotta huffed as she fanned her face dramatically while she watched her sister take some cloth napkins to hold the teapot with and start pouring their tea.
The prince muttered a small âthank youâ as Elizabeth filled his cup. He took an elegant sip of the tea and quickly placed it back down on the saucer.
âDidnât you hear him speak, Lady De LeĂłn?â
The princeâs face remained expressionless but his tone hinted at annoyance toward her ignorance.
âHe said heâs never poured tea before. How would he know then, if he never did pour tea?â
Carlottaâs face flushed with embarrassment and she remained silent. Resting her fan on the end of the table she took her tea cup and began to drink.
If she ever needed a portrait painted at this very moment, the artist could simply paint a strawberry and call it a day.
âThe palace is very nice, your grace.â Lizzie said as she bit into a pink frosted cookie.
Change of topic. Perfect! Carlotta can wallow in shame and awkward silence another time. Right now is not the time to be fussy with the crown prince!
I suppose she was trying to lighten the mood. I believe her father did want them to be acquainted well with each other after all. For Elizabeth though, this was easy since she was as sweet as sugar.
âIndeed. I am pleased you find nothing at fault with the hospitality we have to offer.â
âNot at all!âÂ
Lizzie was a sweetheart. She was like a beautiful, innocent flower. She smiled as she talked and ate. Boyâs heart melted.
He concluded he would be more than happy to die in this life for her.
Carlotta appeared to be especially angry. Fuming even. Humiliated by someone who is literally her familyâs property and by the crown prince of the entire country!
Honestly I would be embarrassed too. Her acting isnât earning her any Oscar awards though.Â
This male lead is at least very fitting of his role. Just like in his novel world. There shouldnât be many issues if he follows the novel script. Heâs as doll-like as he could be.
The group discussion turned awkward with a grim tension in the air around them after Carlottaâs little show. Sweet Elizabeth would break the silence every now and then with a conversation starter or compliments and questions about the Empire and its palace.
Boy watched the trio sip their tea and he reached out and grabbed a cookie from the tray of desserts. Carlotta saw him take from the tray which was directly in front of her. A terrible place for it to be.Â
Her blue eyes could burn a hole in the back of Boyâs head with the ice cold stare she was giving him. He looked at her face and took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure, as to prevent him from laughing in her face and shitting on her pride some more. Carlottaâs face could rival a tomato at this moment in time.
âHow dare you! What do you think youâre doing?â
The girl in her fit of anger had slapped the childâs hand with her closed fan. He winced but shook it off and took a bite of the cookie.
Chocolate with chunks of chocolate in it. Nice.
Cedros watched the ordeal and sighed internally. He picked up his cup and before he took a sip, he said,
âThat child eating a cookie is not the end of the world, Lady De LeĂłn.â
The young ladyâs impression on the prince could only go so low.
The prince said nothing and set down his cup. He looked at Boy who had stopped eating after a single, small bite.
âGo on. You can eat it, no one will stop you. Thereâs plenty more where that came from.â
Boy hesitated at first but when he saw Carlottaâs face he could care less. He basically inhaled that cookie in a few bites. He was too hungry to care about manners. The prince then turned to the eldest daughter of the Marquess.
âAs a young lady of a noble family, and daughter of a Marquess, you should be expected to have better decorum.â
As if her face couldnât have enough shame painted on it already. Now thereâs another layer of it slapped on due to his words.
This encounter couldnât get any more awkward!
They finished their tea and the prince stood up and bid a farewell to his guests. It seemed he didnât want to spend any more time with the eldest daughter. He saw there were a few cookies left and one was the flavor that Boy ate earlier and seemed to like so much.Â
He took it in his hand and then walked to the âservantâ child. He placed the treat in his small hand.
âI can assure you there wonât be a shortage of cookies.â He glanced at Carlotta.Â
After the quick exchange he bowed and took his leave. Elizabeth walked along cheerily in front of Boy and Carlotta as they were headed back inside the palace from the garden pavilion.Â
As Elizabeth was getting further and further ahead Lady Carlotta had spoken to the child next to her.
âHow dare you embarrass me in front of Prince Cedros!!â she said loud enough for him to hear but not her sister.
âYou embarrassed yourself, miss.â Boy bluntly stated with a tone of dogmatism as he continued to walk.
âFather will hear about this, you wretched thing. Do you even know who I am?âÂ
Carlotta had soon finished spewing her nonsense and whining; she quickly walked off as soon as her mouth was closed. Her heels clicked behind her on the cobblestone path.
She canât be f***ing serious. Or can she? I can only suspect her IQ is in the negatives at this rate. Even a ten year old could have more decorum. Were her manners taught by a rock?
The girl could only go so far blaming others for her actions.
Boy sped up his gait to catch up with the younger sister who was less of a douche and more of a person than the older sister was.Â
âHello, Boy.â She said sweetly as he came into view.
Boy gave her a small wave.
The two walked in silence for a while. Boy glanced at her every now and then and she caused him quite a start when she suddenly started talking.Â
I need to stop zoning outâŠ.
Elizabeth seemed troubled as she spoke though,
âI apologize on my elder sisterâs behalf for her behavior! I hope it wonât bother you too much.â
She smiled at him and her green eyes sparkled in the afternoon light. How could the author write such a wonderful girl as a background character? Thatâs just too cruel for a sweet girl like her.
If the male protagonist wonât take her I will! I thought something happened but she was just worried about me? Internally screeching.Â
Oh of course, how could I forget. Prince Cedros needs to meet the female lead, Lacrissa Montel!
Maybe the story can be fixed. She shouldnât die. Not at all.
âIâm alright young miss, itâs alright. You shouldnât apologize to this lowly boy.â
Ten out of ten dialogue! It pays off reading so many historical novels. Terms from my old life probably wouldn't make any sort of sense here.Â
Boy ate his cookie and smiled to himself as he walked, a subtle limp in his step. This world was unnecessarily cruel to cannon fodder. That much was true to him, however the situation with the prince was quite peculiar.
I donât remember him being like that. I donât recall at all. He was definitely book smart and very straight to the point but he never did such things like that. Over a servant boy even!
Boy would have to see how the time passes. How would the prince change? If he does change at all. In the original story when he meets kind, beautiful, fiery Lacrissa, and his iron walls and stone cold demeanor begin to soften. Slowly as their relationship progresses.
What can I possibly do?Â
What role must I play the part of?
I die and I am suddenly cast to play a part even though I was never an actor.Â
The role is short as I will die in a matter of years but perhaps I can prevent my death.
And hers.
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The next few days at the palace were spent accompanying the De LeĂłn sisters with the prince. This included garden tea parties, luncheons, and library visits. Carlotta was quicker to hold her tongue in the princeâs presence lest she embarrass herself once againâit would seem she did not want a repeat of the incident at the pavilion.Â
The last night of their stay, Boy was left to think. What would happen after he went back to the manor. Carlotta certainly didnât make living any easier spiteful as she was.
I doubt sheâd let me off the hook for the cookie caper either. Cookies. I eat one cookie and itâs the end of the world. Good grief; that girl is like a spoiled child.
Laying in his bed for the final night left to his own head, he sighed. He wished to enjoy a warm blanket and a soft pillow for as long as possible before going back to the De LeĂłn estate. Back to his cramped room with a hard mattress and thin, ragged blanket.Â
When he awoke the next morning, he was awakened by a stomach growl. He tried ignoring it but it just got louder. Aggravated, he sat up. Very tired.
Stupid organ. You choose to throw a tantrum now? I canât sleep for a second now can I?
He slid off his bed and nearly fell. The pain in his left leg from his little âtripâ down the stairs hurt worse than before he arrived at the palace. He looked down and noticed part of his leg was starting to swell up. He cringed at it.
Carlotta this may be rude of me but f*** you and go die a thousand deaths you ruthless wench!
He laughed to himself at his use of the word âwenchâ. He hobbled over to a small table next to the bed and searched the drawers. He found a hairbrush and held it in his hand. He looked at his disheveled orange hair in the mirror.
I look as if I was the wicked witch of the west when Dorothy decided to show up with her house from Kentucky, kill her, and steal her red bottoms with her country a**!Â
That story was a classic and he reminisced about the joke about it when he saw it on the blue bird app of never ending drama.
He looked at the hair brush after laughing a little and then turned back to peer at his reflection.Â
Nope. This is a weapon of mass destruction. I had curly hair in my past life, I know what Iâm doing, there is no f***ing way I am going to brush this mess and worsen it.Â
Shutting the hair brush back in the drawer and putting on his old clothes that had been laundered, he combed his bed hair with his fingers before he left the room and found a serving maid in front of the room next to the doorway.Â
Noticing him, she smiled and said,
âI was instructed to come fetch you and bring you to the De LeĂłns for your departure back to the estate.â
Muttering a small âthank youâ to the maid, he shut the door behind him. She smiled, nodded, and walked off into the winding hallways of the palace. He was quick to limp after her. This palace was a labyrinth.Â
A labyrinth I tell you! And Iâve barely seen half of the first floor!
The maid made rights and lefts with Boy just getting dizzy with the amount of directions being taken just to leave! Robbing this place would be absolutely impossible without a map!
The maid was fast and he had a bit of trouble keeping up with his left leg being a pain (both figuratively and literally).Â
When they had finally reached the outdoors after the longest hike Boy had ever taken in any of his two entire lives, the carriage was ready and the luggage was packed onto the back. His majesty stood with his son as he spoke with the Marquess. A smile painted on both of their faces.
The maid led the slave over and bowed before returning to the palace interior to work. The Marquess cleaned up his conversation with the king prior to the maid bringing him closer and he waited expectantly for the child to open the carriage door.
Boy stumbled over to the side of the carriage and opened the door. He watched the Marquess give a last little wave before seating himself inside. The child climbed up after the master and shut the door behind him. Slowly sliding onto the carriage floor as he sat against the other side.Â
Carlotta looked unusually excited to be leaving the palace. This couldnât mean anything good for him. Maybe it had to do with the incident in the pavilion. The carriage started to rattle and then began to move with the crack of a whip and the clip clop of the horses' hooves. The children began to speak but Boy wasnât very eager to pay attention.
âBrother, are you really going to join the royal army?â Elizabeth asked genuinely curious as to what her brother was planning.
âThat is correct.â
The Marquess chimed in on his daughter and sonâs conversation.Â
âYour brother is almost of age. When you girls come of age some important decisions will have to be made regarding your future as well.â
Boy listened uninterested.
This conversation was as boring as ever. Do nobles only ever talk about futures for their sons and daughters? Politics?Â
With no interest in listening to the conversation further he simply closed his eyes and drowned out the noise around him. The journey was long after all. It took them the whole day to get to the Empire from the estate back when he first woke up in this body. It is expected the trip would be the same back.
He drifted off where he sat and the carriage stopped so suddenly that Boy knocked his head against one of the seats. The pain had woken him up; he blinked and rubbed his head. The entire carriage was staring at him. Boy swore he could hear Carlotta laughing in her head.Â
How fast were we going? Such a sudden stop. That hurt.
âOpen the door.â
The Marquess seemed aggravated. But what for?Â
I just woke up. Relax a little, please.
Boy stumbled up and opened the door groggily. The sleep he wished he had gotten slowly catching up to him. He stumbled out of the door and then held it open for the family.Â
He looked around him and saw how late it was.Â
Itâs late. The moon is out and itâs so dark. What time is it? How long were we on the road?
The De LeĂłns stepped out and Carlotta stood beside her father. The Marquess gave Boy a glance and ran a hand through his dark blonde hair. Sighing he walked into the manor with his three children behind him. He glanced back at the slave boy standing beside the door.
He gave him a look that said âhurry up.âÂ
And hurry up he will.
The air was strange and oddly tense. Aspen took Lizzie back to their rooms but she was hesitant to do so. Her brother managed to coax her and Boy was left to Carlotta and her father. Carlotta snapped her fan shut as soon as they left and turned to her father. Her expression quickly sank into a childish pout and her crocodile tears began to fall.
No wonder something seemed off. She was putting on a f***ing performanceâŠ.
She said something to him, it was unintelligible from how far away she stood from the slave. The Marquess De LeĂłn listened to his daughter and his gaze shifted to Boy the more she cried and spoke.
If looks could kill he would have been stabbed through the heart fifty times over with swords, from those piercing blue eyes alone. He was glaring a hole directly through his face. Boy just looked at them confused.
What did I do? Carlottaâs suddenly an award winning actress but what did she say to the master?
The Marquess harshly grabbed him by the arm and had begun to drag him away. Carlotta still held the same expression as she watched him be dragged off by her father.Â
âLet me go! I didnât do anything!â
His shouts were in vain as he clawed at the Marquessâ arm with his other hand. The boyâs master yanked his arm and leaned down toward him; his cold blue eyes watching the child.Â
âQuiet.â
Boy bit his arm hard enough to draw blood. His master only gritted his teeth and glared down at him but his grip did not waver.
âHow dare you!â
He harshly yanked Boy to a room downstairs in the manorâs basement. He was dragged into a cold room and thrown onto the ground landing on his side. The Marquess stood before him and glared down at him as if he were nothing more than a bug.
A disgusting bug that needed to be squashed. Gotten rid of.
âWhat do you think your job is?â
What should I say?! I donât wish to anger him further! What the f*** does he want me to say?!
At the lack of an answer his brows furrowed. He knelt down onto the dirty stone floor and grabbed his chin forcing the slave to face him.
âWhy do you think I bought you in the first place?â
He let go and walked over to another side of the room.Â
âYou need only help my children advance in this life. But even that you cannot do.â
He returned to his former spot in front of Boy peering down at him as he sat on the floor.Â
I hate this book. Congratulations author. You successfully made Marquess Joseph De LeĂłn a f***ing b**** and a pain in my a**. Well done.
The moonlight shone through the small window illuminating the place with the help of a few candles. It was then he could see. A whip in his left hand and shackles in his right.Â
If I am going to die right now Iâm getting at least one punch in.
His master stepped closer and knelt back down. He began to speak.Â
âIt would be good for one of my daughters to wed the prince. It would do me a lot of good and them as well. But.â
F***. Thereâs a but.
âYou dared to embarrass my eldest daughter in front of his majesty. How big of a price do you think you must pay for it?â
Boyâs hands trembled. What was he to do in this situation? A small child against a grown man. The victor was already decided.Â
Boyâs arm was grabbed by his master and he was yanked toward him. At the sudden pull he used his free arm to form a fist and make contact with his masterâs left temple.
The Marquess stumbled back not expecting the blow. He composed himself rather quickly and began to shout. At least he thought he was shouting. Boy could hear nothing but the anxious beat of his heart drumming in his ears.
He hated to admit it. But he was scared. He didnât know what to do. This was prior to the bookâs story timeline. There was nowhere in the book he could go off of to help him in this situation. Or this new life. Nothing.
Not knowing what to do took the composure away from him. He was so afraid. He hated feeling this way. As if he lacked the ability to do anything. He couldnât think properly. Like a drunk. A small boy drunk on fear.
He was slammed into the ground and a part of his forehead felt hot. He felt lightheaded and he could feel something drip down his face. Blood.Â
The man who had his hand wrapped around his small neck gripped so hard he nearly choked. His hands trembled and before he knew it they had been shackled, his vision beginning to blur from the masterâs hold.
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