Owned by Esdeath. (Femdom x Male reader)

Judgement.

The cell floor is just moist rubble. The sound of dripping water from the ceiling never stopping as it drives me to the edge of insanity. How long have I been in this cage? It feels like it's been years. They keep me stripped, barely feed me, they consider the rain water from the roof more than enough to keep me alive. Who knew that the empire, the so called "greatest kingdom", treats people like this. I can feel my ribs pressing against my skin, Why is my trial taking so long? I'd rather they put me to the death sentence than kept me like this any longer.

I hear keys rattling against the cell door. Finally, is it feeding time? Or my trial? Maybe they're letting me go.

"Stand up." The guard demands.

I try my best, using my full strength to attempt to stand. I fail, falling against the wet flooring. The guard sighs, helping me up as he walks me out. 

"Where... are you t-taking me?" I ask, struggling to use my voice with how dry my vocal chords are. 

"To the throne room." He responds casually.

Finally. My trial. 

I'm made to kneel in front of the child emperor. Never in my entire life did I think I'd be in the same room as the person who rules the country, let alone doing so as a criminal about to face trial.

"Y/N, 19 Year old male. Arrested for the murder and escaping of Lord Gareth." 

I killed a lord.

"Slave. Do you have anything to say to the child emperor before he decides your punishment?"

I sit up straight, knowing that this was the only chance I'd ever have to attempt to escape what was coming next.

"My lord. That man, he cut me, beat me. He didn't feed me, barely gave me water. He gave me these scars you see upon my face today. I killed that man the day he tried to have his way with me. I was abandoned by my family for money, then taken by a man who had no plans of using me for anything other than sexual favors. Before being a slave I was a child, forced into work without the chance to ever make friends or experience life as a human, then being sold by my own parents for drugs,  and now I deserve to spend the rest of my life rotting because of a disgusting man?  If you have any sense of niceness in your body, child emperor, make my punishment spare. I'm begging you." 

I can't tell what the young boy in front of me is thinking. Nobody knows anything about him, whether he's cruel or kind. You only hear rumors and legends about the king.

"Death." 

My heart sinks. The evil smile on the boys face as he says the word. It's better than that cell. 

"Wait! Lord, let me have him." 

A woman's voice strikes the room. I feel a cold breeze as I hear the clicking of heels against the throne rooms floor. 

I turn, Lady Esdeath taking steps towards me. 

"This young man is a criminal! Why would you ever waste your time with him as a woman of your ranking? Pathetic!" The fat man responds. 

She turns violently, sending shock through the room.

"Think of it as repayment for all the work I've done for this kingdom, and for you. I've never asked for anything, but now. I find this boy, interesting." She looks down at me, holding her rapier to my chin as I wince. 

Is this a fate worse than death? The things you hear about this woman, the stories of how she takes down entire armies by herself. Would I rather have taken death than this? 

"Fine. Y/N will be taken by Lady Esdeath. Next!" The boy shouts, slamming his hand against his throne. 

"Stand." Esdeath demands, moving her rapier away as she looks down at me. Her blue eyes sending daggers through me. 

I nod, again trying to stand quickly but my legs give and I fall once again. This time, instead of hitting the cold floor, I hit her. I quickly flinch, falling backwards as I realized I just touched Lady Esdeath without permission. To my surprise, she's holding her hand out towards me. I take it, standing as she lets me rest against her to walk. 

"My carriage, prepare it." She says in her cold voice. Everything about her matched her imperial arms, the ability to form ice with no limit was the same as her personality and demeanor. The legends you hear are true, she's stone cold. 

The horses immediately clop outside of the throne room and Esdeath seats me in the carriage. This seats, they're so comfortable. I've never felt anything like this. The walls, the smell. This is the Empire, everything is so beautiful. 

"You. What you said, was it all true? Or a desperate plea for freedom?" She questions, staring directly at me. Not a piece of emotion shown in her face. 

"T-true... All of it..." I respond, trying to get words out. The pure intimidation mixed with my dry throat almost making me fall mute. 

"Under what evidence?" She questions again. 

"Y-you can go ask my parents about me, search their house and you'll find drugs. As for proof of the abuse you can look at my scars but and ask the hospital I was taken too. However, I have no proof he tried to rape me." I say sadly, my eyes darting around to avoid eye contact with her. 

She quickly grips my chin, forcing me to look directly into the freeze of her eyes.

"Today you will take those bandages off, if your scars are true we will visit the hospital. Then I will go see your parents. If both stories match, I will believe what you said. However, if one singular thing turns out to be false. I will cut you down." She lets go of my chin, my eyes sinking to the floor as I stare straight downwards. Why was I so worried? Everything I said was true so how could anything be wrong? Her presence was so strong that it was making me doubt reality. 

"Take me to Burberry hospital." She demands, the horses being hit and immediately taking off. The noise of the whip cracking against the back of the steads sending a shock through my spine, reminding me of that day.