She wasn’t thinking straight, she went to her father’s office and sat right in front of him.

She was just filled with confusion and anger. “What is wrong, daughter?”

“Father I look up to you, when I see you I see a great man and I want to become like you or perhaps a better leader than you”

He looked flattered “again what is wrong?”

“I just found out that Tarkik your personal slave is your.. sex slave as well”

The man smirked “Oh it’s just about that and here I thought something bad really happened” Her hands curled up into a fist.

“I was just wondering why you as a royal is sleeping with a slave and while I can’t sleep with anyone and have to wait until marriage for such thing”

He looked surprised “That’s all that concerns you? Here I also thought you’d reveal your love to my slave”

Her eye widen “What? No way! are serious? He’s a slave and I do not love him”

“So those meetings on the garden where just friendly meetings? It’s okay if you like him after all he’s handsome but I’m afraid I’ll have to warn you that I do not like sharing” Her father’s eyes went stone cold it made her nervous.

“You have nothing to worry about but...again to the subject of sleeping with slaves..can I do it? Or are we still in a sexist era that women are to be pure”

He smiled again and leaned back on his chair. “Well that Is the tradition and norm” He sighs “alright if sleeping with a slave is what you want then go ahead”

“You serious?”

“Yes you deserve it, after all, I didn’t win the war alone and we are in a new era, perhaps it’s time we leave behind some old traditions BUT I’m also expecting that you still marry a noble”

She nodded her face still emotionless “Thank you”.

When she got out of her father office she went to the bathhouse and grabbed the first slave she saw.

“Take off your clothes” The man took it off without hesitation.

“Have you slept with someone before?”

He nodded “good you’re going to teach me”

She took her clothes off and kissed him. Through their kisses, they made their way to the shallow end of the pool.

“I’ll forget you” she whispered to no one but herself.

She let out a yelp when she slid on to the slave's shaft, after getting adjusted she began to move her anger fueling her moves.

She saw blood on the water but that didn’t stop her. With her long nails, she began to tear at the slave’s back making him bleed.

“Ouch you’re hurting me,” He said.

“That’s what I want to do”

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“Where are we going?” He asked

“To the bathhouse, I think you’ll like it,” The emperor said.

Tarkik couldn’t help but feel that something bad was going to happen.

He flinched when the man placed a hand on his shoulder. He was bruised and wounded. The emperor had been very rough last night, he wanted to re-experience the time when he was back on that basement making him beg for the pain to stop.

He shuddered but here he was standing strong just to live another day just to see Omisha and try to change her mind.

The emperor stopped right outside the bathhouse and Tarkik froze at the familiar sounds of sex.

He looked up to the emperor who had an evil glint in his eyes “why don’t you take a look”

His hands were shaking and he reached for the curtain, He moved the curtain slightly and stuck his head into the bath house. He quickly tried to pull back at the sight of the two but the emperor grabbed his head and made him stay.

He felt the breath of the emperor on his ear “Did you actually think she loved you? You? a slave?”

“I-I don’t know what you mean” He wanted to close his eyes but the shock and sadness he felt made him watch the one person he thought loved him being fucked by someone else.

“Oh I’m no fool I know you liked my daughter, I heard you call her name when you sleep talk”

Tarkik shuddered as he felt The emperor’s hand trail down his body.

“And I let you go on the trip in hopes that you actually fell in love with her and then prove to you that anything you did on the trip wasn’t real” Tarkik gasped as he felt him grip his shaft.

“Please not here” he tried to pull away.

“You may have told her you loved her, she may have told you she loved you but none of it was real because Tarkik.. You. Are. A. SLAVE” He hissed into his ear and he cringed.

“She does not care for you, you are nothing but a meat bag to get pleasure off just like she’s doing with that slave”

He watched Omisha scream as she reaches her climax. She is gasping but she kisses the slave and tells him “More”

The emperor pulled him back and Tarkik lets go of the curtain. He slams Tarkik against a wall and kisses him.

He gags at the tongue that is shoved into his mouth. Tarkik tries to push him away and look away but the emperor’s hand held onto his chin, making his head stay in place.

As a sick game the emperor grabs his nose and suddenly he can’t breathe, He wasn’t letting him breathe with the kiss nor through his nose.

Feeling that he was turning purple he was banging on the man chest to be let go.

Finally, the man pulls away and laughs as Tarkik went sprawling to the floor gasping and coughing.

“Just remember slave, you are nothing. My daughter will never love you but I on the other hand” the man ruffled Tarkik hair “will, for eternity”