Recap:
"I am here to guide you around the institute. My name is Delaney."
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Of course father has brought me to the #1 place where people (a.ka. soon to be slaves) are treated like pure and utter shit. I don't want a slave, if anything I want to get rid of the concept of slaves. It is disguisting and dehuminizing. The place looks like it hasn't been cleaned in forever! It is so disguisting I swear I was about to puke.
"So what kind of slave are you looking for Your Highness?" Delaney asked. Oh crap I forgot she was here.
"I am not the one looking for a slave. It is my daughter who is going to claim her own today."
That just causes me to roll my eyes which earns a glare from my father... Oh boy I am going to be punished at home.
"Um.. Ok, what kind of slave though sir? Gardening, pampering, etc."
"A bodyguard/slave would do just fine thank you." Dad sassed. Gosh can't he control his attitude?
Anyway, we are lead to another part of the institute, which wasn't that bad. It had brown brick walls, it smelt like puke and shit mixed into something an idiot farted out (LOL I had to write something like that. Give me a break I'm an idiot). We are lead down a huge long narrow hallway, which is making me feel very claustrophobic, and so I tug on father's shrit which doesn't even phase him. Of course. My own father cares more about me getting a slave than his own God dam (Sorry for religious people) daughter's health! FUCK YOU!
I left the "group" and walked down another hallway which didn't seem too narrow or disguisting. But what I think is a way out of hell, is actually an entrance to something ten times worse than Hades himself.
Not even halfway down the hallway you can hear ear piercing screams of agony. Obviously, being the curious idiot that I am, I pick up the pace at which I am walking and continue down the hallway trying to find the source of the screaming hoping I can help the pain.
My goodness this hallway lasts forever! I don't even think that there is an end! OH! I found a VERY dim light. It's shitty, but hey, at least it's something that I can see in. As I approach the end of the hallway all I can focus on are the anxieties about what could be at the end of this hall.
Who is in trouble?
Why are they in pain?
How can I help this poor person?
Why would they be put here?
What kind of sick sadistic torture are these people being put through?
Well my questions are now answered. I enter the strange area where I see torture chambers in corners, I see a few nouse things where you hang people; also whips, riding crops, ropes, and a few new devices I have never heard of or seen. And there goes the screaming again! Where is it coming from?! I turn to my right and find a door creaked open a bit, so I take a few steps forward and put my hood up from my cape incase I see something I shouldn't have or if there is danger or... I don't know. But anyway, as I step towards the mystery door it seems like the screaming is getting louder, so this room must be where the source is. As I approach the door, I creak it a bit more open so I can see clearly fitting one eye to see and I see the most vulgar thing I have seen in all my 17 years of living.
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The Slave King 》AU
FanfictionRebecca is the new princess and is forced to find a suitor to marry in 30 days. Join her as she contemplates love with (possibly) her prince charming, a prince and a....... AN EQUAL SLAVE?!?! Find out here in The Slave King ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Copy...