TW- Sexual assault, Forcing someone to change in front of them ( with the exception of still having undergarments on), trauma, abuse, mention of assault and rape (not out loud)
Note- anything sexual, now or past (in the story), was all over the age of 18. Also I'm not describing the actual rape from the past, so don't ask
~~Onyx's POV~~
"Onyx, would you come with me please" The Master asked with a smirk.
I winced and gulped, getting up and walked over to him quietly. He motioned for me to move past him into the hallway and stop. As I moved through the doorway he told the others to quiet down and try to do something useful.
"Luke your plans have been changed, you are fighting in the arena in 10," he specifically told Luke.
I heard Luke sigh from where I was. He closed the door behind us.
"Follow me," he said as he shoved past me.
We walked down the hall and took a right. I frowned, taking a right means we're going to his office. I have bad memories of that place. It was where they explained a lot stuff to me, how my family abandoned me, how I would have to start fighting at 14, and worst of all, how I was worth nothing, not even dirt. It's also where The Master takes me if I've done something wrong that he feels the need to punish separately. He usually just makes me clean or train harder, with the occasional solitary confinement. He also takes me there for other things, things that I wish I could run away from. It was bad and we both knew that, sexual assault and even rape. (Sorry, I warned you)
I hope it was just because I was in trouble for not obeying him. We reached his office and he beckoned me inside. I noticed a box sitting just behind his desk. Shit, I hope that wasn't for me. He came in behind me, closing and locking the door behind him. I froze, he only does that when he doesn't want to get caught. He may be The Master but he's not above the law.
He sat down at his desk and gestured for me to sit across from him. I sat down and looked at him nervously, shying away from him.
"So, you decided not to listen to me huh?" He said watching me with a smug look.
I just simply nodded.
"And you failed to change out of your suit, getting blood all over the wonderful couches we've graced you with," he said, somehow managing to look even more smug.
I swallowed and nodded again.
He picked up the box and handed it back to me, I took it. He gestured for me to look inside. I looked at him nervously, again, and opened it. I sighed with relief, it was just some of my clothes. My blood turned to ice, remembering he had locked the door previously. He can not be serious, I would not change in front of him, even though I did have a bra and underwear on.
I looked up at him, he was watching me intently.
"Are you just going to sit there looking stupid?" He asked, egging me on.
It worked, "You can not seriously expect me to change in front of you," I exploded. I was not doing this today. He smirked at my response and his hand moved towards a small controller strapped to his wrist.
I glared at him, he could use that to shock me or knock me out. It connected to a chip set into my neck.
"Really?" He asked taunting me again, "are you sure about that?"
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The golden
FantasyA 21 year old girl is a gladiator forced into a new home at 7 and forced into the arena at 14. She must use the help of an opponent to overthrow their abusive government/King. I'm sorry if this is cringy 😅 It's my first time writing a story Note:...