A Bird Among Serpants

1.17

I wake up feeling 100x better, no sensitivity on my body whatsoever. I guess that means that the emperor kept his promise. That's a good thing, I was half expecting him to just not. And if I remember correctly he was surprisingly nice to me yesterday. I guess I've got him thinking of me as a person and not a sex toy, that's always good. Now I can push further and try more things out, getting him to trust me in the process. This process will be a lot quicker then what it took before.

I go in the bathroom and take a bath, cleaning myself better than I have been able to for awhile. It feels strange that I feel so normal. It's as if nothing happened, but it did. I'm completely emotionally unaffected by what he did to me yesterday, and was the same way while he was doing it. That trauma healing spell probably helped me more than anything else has so far. It changed me, but in this situation, I think it was for the better.

I get ready for the day and look in the mirror, slightly amazed at how alive and normal I look. My mind feels so clear and it really shows on my body. I look like I did when I first came here almost. It's remarkable.

Pearl walks into the room and smiles, looking happier than I've seen her in awhile, "You look very noble, my lord."

"Thank you." I find myself smiling at the mirror as I finish getting dressed, liking the idea of myself seeming 'noble' once again, "What time is the outing? He said something about that last night, didn't he?"

"That he did." She smiles and nods, "I'm supposed to get you ready then take you down there, but since you're already ready we can go now if you would like?"

I take a breath, mentally preparing myself for it, "Let's go."
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I sit at the table and smile at the emperor, "Verett."

"First name yet again, I'm going to hit a new record."

"Sorry. Lord Anzius, you look good.. I take it the trauma healing spell worked." He takes a sip of his wine and  hands me a glass of white liquid, myself hesitant to drink it as he'd drugged me before. I guess he hasn't ever fucked me in public before, at least not yet. That's a good think by all accounts, and I'd like to keep it that way. That begs the question though, I don't think he has a steady supply of milk in this country, so where did he get this. Oh wait, it's cum isn't it.

He smiles at me as I take the glass into my hand and sniff the substance, confirming my   worries as my head goes blank, "Drink."

I look around, seeing no servants in the area. Did he do that on purpose? Either way, I can't drink it. Unless he forces me to, I refuse. Though, I guess even if he's handing it to me and making me drink it, I'm still being forced into it. There's no choice, even if it may look as though I have one. Or, do I have one.

I purposefully unsteady by breathing, trying my best to make it look natural as I allow the fake emotions to explode. I make it muted of course, because that'll make it more realistic, but it's enough so that he'll notice. This is the whole purpose behind humanizing myself after all. If I don't use it for this, then why did I go through all of the trouble in the first place.

He notices my shaking body a few moments after my tears become rapid and throws the glass away, turning my body around and hugging me as tightly as he can, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I shouldn't have done that to you! It's just that my advisors keep telling me to break my attachment, and I don't want to dissapoint them, but I guess I don't want you hurt more so don't cry. I really didn't mean it. I shouldn't have listened, I'm sorry, I fucked up, that was terrible, I-"

I pull myself together and put a hand over his mouth quietly, realizing quickly that he has tears aswell. I guess he's a lot more attached than I realized. I more just used this as a way to make him stop, not make him break down aswell. I guess now that we're here though, I can use this.