TW: Mild abuse and themes of rape
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Nightmare was unchained from the wall and he fell to the ground. His owner stood over him, looking over the former King as he listened to his pitiful sobs. She yanked the gag out of his mouth, and he looked up at her, quietly begging her to let him take care of his lovers. Her eyes widened in astonishment, even after everything she had done to him that night, raping him, torturing him in front of his lovers, and the same to them in front of Nightmare, he was still much more worried about them then he was himself.
She sighed and stepped out of the way, gesturing for the two men who were still having their fun with Ink and Killer to back off. They stepped away from their respective slaves, grumbling as they did. Nightmare lunged at his two lovers, pulling them in for a kiss and apologising to them through his tears. Nightmare's owner and the two men left the room, allowing them time under her command. They clung to each other like lost puppies, Ink and Nightmare sobbing and Killer showing no emotion. It was the first time he'd interacted with Killer since they were captured, and the first time he was able to hug Ink since that fateful day as well.
They just held each other close for as long as they could. Their tears eventually calmed and Nightmare pulled his lovers into the corner he slept in, covering them in the thin blankets hai owner had gifted him. They couldn't talk to each other. Whenever they tried the only thing that Nightmare could force out was that so sorry and that this was all his fault. All Ink could do was to comfort him, and Killer was too scared to let himself feel emotions, let alone speak without permission. So they held each other in greatful silence.
But as it always had, their sweet moment ended way too soon. Whether it was Nightmare's duties as a King, or now as a slave, there was no way out. His owner entered the room, with two other women, she ordered them to take Killer and Ink back to their cells while she dragged Nightmare to his feet and chained his wrists together. He watched as his lovers were dragged out of the room and he was pulled out after them.
"Don't worry love," his owner said, "He said he's an old friend of yours. I'm sure you won't mind seeing him again."
Nightmare perked up at the mention of an old friend. He wondered who it could be, Swap, Toriel? Maybe they were here to save him, maybe to use him as a slave. Either way, it had to be better than this place, right? He caught up with his owner, walking right behind her instead of as far back as he could like usual. She hummed at his excitement, though didn't bother to look behind her to him. She pulled him to parts of the slave owner's mansion he had never seen before, and he hoped that this would be the last time he would ever see these walls. Maybe-if we were lucky-he was being led out of the mansion instead of further into its depths.
She stopped outside a door, a door that for once wasn't filled with screams behind the thin plywood. She opened it and yanked Nightmare in, and he suddenly realised he had been stripped of his clothes the second he stood in front of another person. He looked up from the floor and into the eyes of whichever 'old friend' he had been called to see. His lone eye widened with shock and relief as it fell upon his brother.
"Dream?" He called his name in relief as he attempted to walk over and hug him tightly.
But he was held back by the leash that had been chained onto his collar. The very one that had been used to drag him around the mansion for the past few months. His owner greeted Dream happily as she sat on the couch across from him and pulled Nightmare into her lap and tied the end of his leash around the leg of the couch.
"Let him go, I would like to speak to my brother alone." dream ordered, making his brother's owner chortle with laughter.
"Unfortunately you are no longer in a position to demand anything from me. But if you were to get your owner in here I would be happy to leave you alone with my slave."
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Viva La Vida
Fiksi PenggemarA young King stripped of his title and broken into nothing as he reminisced about the life he once had.