(Atem x Reader) Can a pharaoh love a slave?(COMPLETE)

This is my life.

The sound of rusty metal keeps me awake for the remainder of the day. The smell of blood traumatizes me at advanced. The screams of poor children haunt me to my core. I can't do anything to protect them. I walk across the hot sun, the sand burns the bottoms of my feet, causing discoloration and blisters. The only beauty I have left is my beaten face and my sore body. Even with the black eye, owners still peek their interest in my beauty.

"Hurry up slave." Said my owner. The words echo through my head, but it's not a big enough distraction from the exhaustion of my body. Shackles prevent me from moving faster, causing me to have to work harder in the hot Egyptian sun. I haven't slept in days, my health threatens my life, no food, no water, no clothes to shade me from the sun. My life has been like this from the very beginning.

"I'm going to sell you, gain so much money, ha! Not even the gods may be with you. Keep that pretty face and stay alive."
Advised my soon to be ex owner. Sadly, I am not the only one suffering from being the lower class in the pyramid. Husbands, wives, children, parents, all kinds of people have had worse than me. I pray that the pain invested in them, shall me transferred to me instead.

Crash
I quickly turn around to see a starving pregnant women, she must have fallen from hunger and heat stroke. Poor women is baring a child soon, and she won't be able to in this condition. I glance back to see the owner, he didn't notice, he was talking to an investor. I see people glaring at us in disgust, I look down at the women. She to skinny...I place my eyes on what seems to be my last piece of bread for the day.

"Here, you need it more than me, quickly, get up." I whisper. I gently placed my arm around her, and pull her up just fast enough. The owner turned his gaze back at the slaves, he still didn't notice. I turn back, handing the women my last scavenge. She smiles, though I had only known her for 2 days, I know that she doesn't speak. She mouths a quick "thank you" before she gobbles the bread up in one bite. I smile, but then her expression turns into horror. I turn around to see my owner.

Small flash back
"Do not help anyone! If I see anyone of you helping or being kind, I shall whip you and the person behind you! UNDERSTOOD?"
End of flashback

"What did I say a few days ago?" The disgusting man asked of me. He raised his whip, and was about to trike the poor women, without thinking, I jump in the way, making him hit me instead.
"Are you stupid or what?" He asks, as he continues to beat me. Screams of pain slip from my mouth.
THRASH
I hold myself together.
THRASH
I feel like I'm breaking inside.
THRASH
I would rather have him beat me than that poor women.
TRASH
I feel liquid trickle down my sore back. My screams turn into whimpers, my eye sight begins to lose focus.

"HEY! You know I'm gonna buy her! Stop trying to kill her!" Said my future owner. The whipping has finally stopped, I make quick eye contact with the women. She was crying. I mouth "I'm okay." And give her a sad smile. She helps me up, and looks forward. "She is a pretty one, she's very kind to...just my type." The man said. "Yep, she's worth...100 gold?"
"Deal!" Said my ex owner. They shook hands, and handed me off to the man. I look back to see the women, she was giving me a look of gratitude, and I could tell she was waving goodbye to me.

"Now....cutie, what shall I do with you?" The disgusting man asks of me.
"...." I stay silent, I have learned to keep my mouth shut through my years. He looks at me disappointed.
"Such a shame....why don't you talk honey?" He smirks evily. He begins to rub my bruised back. I yell in agony.
"Whoops sorry forgot Hehe...." he grins, and looks at me from head to toe. "I'm never gonna sell you...you shall be a different kind of slave....not a work slave." He mutters. I was confused. A slave is supposed to work...

He escorts me to his decent home, and sits me down on the bed. "Be a house wife will you? I'll be back." He says, as he locks the shackles on me. He makes eye contact and kisses my cheek. I was absolutely disgusted, but I showed no emotion on my face. He begins to gently take a strand of my hair, and starts to sniff it. He places his head on the crook of my neck and begins to give small kisses. I grit my teeth, tears slipped down my face. He begins to lick my neck, then suddenly he bites down. I yell and cry. He chuckles, and continues.

"Stop...." I say. He pulled himself away from me, with a shocked expression. He grins once again, and starts laughing.
"Your right honey, I'll be late....okay I'll be back for you...get ready.." he tells me, and he grabs his bag of gold and leaves.
I cry to myself, it was painful to cry, not mentally, but physically. My cuts and bruises were severe. And each time a tear passes by, I groan in pain. I manage to stop myself, and begin my work...or shall I call it Hell.

Atem's POV
"My pharaoh, you must listen!" Said my trustworthy priest.
"No priest Seto, I shall not marry that wretched women, she is insane!" I yell back. I pace myself back and forth, massaging my temples. "Oh but you must!" He continues. "I said no! Find me another women!" I say. He stops and nods his head in defeat. "Yes my lord...." he mumbles, as he walks out of my throne. I relax myself by sitting on my throne, my problem....I have to marry a women, and make a queen.

"Don't worry Atem! Your going to find the right women!" Said Manna. "No, I don't want to find a women at all!" I shout. I see her flinch and tilt her head down. "I apologize, it's just that...these girls, their all royalty..."
"So what? You wanna marry a slave?"
"That's not what I'm saying, all the women I meet up with are spoiled! They want nothing but power and money." I protest. Manna smiles and tilts her head to the left. "Well...your guards aren't watching you...how about you relax my taking a walk around the village?" She suggests. I think it over...it's not such a bad idea. I nod in agreement, and stand up.

"Don't forget this!" Manna reminds me, I need to put on a peasants cloak, I cannot be seen around town, they will surely cause a scene and guards will notice. I adjust my cloak into a comfy position and sneak out. I am introduced to a town full of people, they were happy. I smile, seeing how much of a good mood they are in...but then, I turn to my left...slaves. The one thing that was impossible to change here. It was tradition that we must keep slaves in Egypt...I hated it...but we had to...smack, I jerked my head back, a poor child was hit because he fell?

My eyes begin to water, and my mood turns into depression, it remind me of how I must find a queen for Egypt. I'm at the age for marriage, and it's tradition. I walk away, trying to ignore the yells and cries of help. I bump into a man.
"I apolog-"
"Watch where your going! I need to hurry up to get to my baby!" He yells, and shoves past me.
"How rude." I mutter, and I continue with my way. I take a look back, to see how that man looked like, just because of his cloak.....oh no...he was wearing a grey cloak.....grey cloaks are horrible people....they try and rape their slaves....poor women....and I can't do anything about it....