Dangerous Waters {Dualscar x Slave Reader}

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==> Reader: Awake.

You draw weary eyes open slowly, closing them for a few more moments before forcing your tired figure up into a sitting position and holding your head in your hands. A long yawn escaped your lips before you manage to peak your eyes open again, lifting your head and glancing around. Taking in your surroundings, you find yourself in the Servants' Quarters, per usual whenever the sun rises. Due to the lack of light behind the dark curtains, you find that the sun has set again and the moon has taken its rightful place in the ever-dark sky. It's one of those seasons where the day and the night take turns, much like how it had been on Earth - except now you find that you're a bit more... nocturnal. Your body had taken to the sleeping habits of a troll's, a form of adaptation all kinds of species developed on Alternia.

You pull your legs over the edge of the bed and go to the closet, pulling your daily servant outfit from it and donning the clothing. It's intricate enough for people to know you're a highblood's slave, but not so fancy as to give off the impression that you're of such a high stature yourself. You turn and glance in the fullbody mirror hanging on the wall, taking a violet brush from the small table next to it and brushing out your hair. A relatively tired but dull look takes on your eyes, and you pause to actually take in your features for the first time in a while. The almost coal-dark circles under your eyes ring out that you haven't been sleeping well or at all recently. The paleness of your skin tells that you haven't seen the sun in years, or even sweeps. Of course you haven't. The Alternian sun is toxic.

As you go about getting ready, adding a dash of your Master's favorite scent to your figure, you go through your tasks for the day. You make sure to carefully estimate how long each will take and how much time you will have once finished.

Humans had been enslaved for sweeps now, ever since the almighty Empress had set her Imperial Fleet off on the poor, weak defenses of Earth. The humans, young and old alike, had been hoarded like sheep into a pen as they boarded the much more technologically-advanced battleships and were forced into crowded cages. They were treated like filthy animals, as if those who held them captive were better than the human's sorry hides. Once there wasn't any room left to board Earth's puny species, the planet was set to be blown up once the Fleet was far enough away. If it actually happened or not, you were unsure. All you knew was that you were a frightened child back then, almost 8 years old and a sobbing, shaking mess.

Now you were not so weak. You had aged well into young adulthood. Your actual age? You don't remember. Your birthday had been long since lost in the years of being tortured and abused. You'd learned not to open your mouth until you were spoken to, not to step out of line or try to look for an escape, and especially not to mouth off and disobey your owners. Although, since you had been tamed and kept under control, you were no longer a desirable specimen. Even though it seemed like those who kept you wanted you to behave and play nice, they had really only been looking for some fun. A bit of a kick from a slave was their sick enjoyment since they got to beat you in return.

You breathe in deep, focusing your mind and clearing your thoughts. That was all over. After being sold through black markets and slave trades, you seemed to finally of found the one place that was content in having you as a behaved dog. Or rather, as the highbloods saw you, a mutt. To them, you were nothing more than a toy to beat around and to have to do their dirty work. And you had learned that. You had learned not to question or undermine their authority for fear of facing their wrath. Trolls were larger, taller, stronger. Humans could do nothing to stop them from doing what they pleased and taking what they wanted. It was as simple as that.

Focusing once more, you find that you had been daydreaming. Shaking your head, you grab and slip on your socks and shoes. Higherblooded slaves were more privileged than a slave of a midblood. Usually. Or maybe you were just lucky with your current owner. Speaking of, you remind yourself not to get sidetracked, otherwise he may get angry. And no one wanted that. You give yourself one last glance over in the mirror before finally realizing that there weren't any other servants in the small room. Usually there were three others that stayed there, two in the bunk bed across from yours, and one on the bed above yours. Of course, all those were trolls. You were the only human in this place.

You sigh, figuring they must have had chores to do that were earlier than usual. Straightening your violet vest, you smooth out your white button-up before pausing. Your fingers reach to the black collar around your neck. It was a collar meant for a dog, which only reminded you of your position. But it also held a very strange lilac jewel where the dog tag should have been. It had always been there since you had lived in this place, but you had never questioned it before now. Why were you the only slave with a jewel?

You paused to think about a readon why, before snapping back to reality. It didn't matter why, all that mattered was that you had to get going to start your duties before he found out that you were idling around. You shake your head before trotting out the door and into the large hall that was lined with doors. Half of said doors you hadn't any clue what they lead to. Those must of been the other servants' rooms to clean out, so you didn't have any business going in them. Tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, you take a deep breath before making your way to your first destination: the Throne Room.