A Bird Among Serpants

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Warning- this story contains sex (consensual and not consensual), torcher, attempted suicide, and more.

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I pace back and forth in the room, paranoid of what may become of me in the following hours. If I were in any other enemy kingdom, I would expect to be kept here until my father works out something with the royal family, but this is not any other kingdom. This is the extrodinary country of Quena. The one and only.. Well, i guess it's not entirely fair to say their awful, it's a booming metropolis at the moment. It's just that their emperor, to but it lightly, has been given quite a reputation for brutality. It'd be a miracle if I got out of here alive let alone sane, and everyone around the castle knows that. I'm basically the pity of the continent.

The door opens slowly as a man, who I assume is the emperor, walks in. He's smaller than I expected. Well, that's not to say that he's small, I was just expecting a demon rather than a human. I guess this country does have a high human population, but it's still quite unusual. Humans are lacking in almost every department. Basically the definition in mediocre, except maybe as slaves since they reproduce quickly. I never thought of them as necessarily interesting, who knew a species of pets and faceless workers could be so needlessly violent.

"That's a different look than the one I usually get." He smiles coldly and closes the door behind him. I briefly consider fighting him, but know that would only delay things further and make it harsher when my punishment finally does arrive. I am not well trained in hand to hand combat, and the guards around the room have probably done worse than hold some lord down.

The emperor walks up to me and quietly examines my body, myself taking the chance to do the same to him. He looks pretty normal, more normal than I would expect. Brown hair, brown eyes, able to mask his underlying sociopathic nature better than anyone would imagine possible, and wearing a smile that i'm already beginning to be vaguely uncomfortable with. I wonder what he'll do to me. Well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

After a few moments he walks over to a pair of metal cuffs fastened to the wall, motioning for me to come. I do as told, trying to get this over with as soon as possible so I may be able to have a clean death by the end of the night. That is the best case scenario after all.

I put my back to the wall and place my hands above my head as he laughs quietly, "Turn around, and take your shirt off while you're at it."

I flinch slightly, unable to shake the slight wounding of my pride from his order as I turn around and start to take off my shirt. I should do it immediately, I should do it so that I won't be in as much pain, but I can't. I can't bring myself to do what he says. God, my father has scolded my about behavior like this. It's pure stupidity not to just take my damn shirt of, so I should probably just do it.

"What are you waiting for, do as I say or I'll double your punishment."

I quickly realize that my ego is apparently a lot bigger than I realized and I place my hands up into the cuffs, them snapping around my wrists as soon as I do so, "Double my punishment."

"O-oh!" He laughs, seeming incredibly annoyed, "You've lasted a shorter amount of time than most elfs. That's actually quite impressive."

A moments pass as I hear him take something from out of his belt, turning to the guards, "Tell your soldier friends that you're off duty and not to bother me. I need some damn stress relief and hopefully he doesn't break long enough to give that to me. Now, clench your teeth little lightshade, don't bite your tounge off."

The immediate pain is quick as it hits me, my skin starting to burn as it reaches across my back. Just enough burn for the second one to hurt more than the first. I nearly bite my tounge off holding it my screams, but keep doing so in order to hold onto my dignity. I'm not even sure what my punishment was before, he hasn't explained anything. I wonder what he's waiting for, he can't mean to whip me until I break. That would be incredibly boring for him I would think, but it would be better for me I guess.