Enslaved

These Broken Blue Eyes

Trust is Imposible

Nowhere is light

Fear the darkness

Fear the night

His Lordship Godwin walked through the beautifully bright halls of the castle in the heart of Neo Domino, a young boy of about the age of fifteen following close behind. Lord Godwin chose this boy for His Royal Highness as a birthday gift for his seventeenth year. He had taken control of the throne not but fourteen days prior and he was in desperate need for another slave. "Don't dawdle, I want the King to want you, if he doesn't you will pay dearly, for I paid good, good money for you."

The slave stayed silent, just obediantly following behind. He wondexred what he was doing here and when he'd gotten there. All he remembered was being taken from his last master and transported to this place. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to be gone from that place but he also wanted to stay because now he was worried if this place would be any different from the last.

"You are not to look the king in his face, you will be punished severely if you do. You shall do as he tells you and if you disobey you shall be deprived of food, and the rest is up to the King." Godwin stopped in front of large doors. "We are here and I promise you that if the King doesn't want you, then you will become my slave and your life will be a living hell. I swear on that."

The slave stared at the floor and stayed silent never once averting his gaze. Godwin rolled his eyes and opened the doors and walked in, the slave following close behind. He watched from the corner of his eyes as a bunch of others got down on their knees as Godwin passed by. When he felt Godwin stop, he stopped as well never looking up.

"My King, you are well today I hope?" Godwin said in a genuine tone.

"Yes, I am actually very well today, more so than last week."

"Ah yes, last week had been stressful for you, but I am happy that you are feeling much better."

"Thank you very much, but what brings you here now, Godwin?" The King asked seriously.

"I actually brought something for you, my king, a little birthday gift and a commemoration for your coronation.

"Really now? Well, what is it?"

Godwin reached behind him for the slave's cuffs around his wrists and pulled him forward, whispering to get on his knees and put his face on the ground.

The slave stumbled forward and fell to his knees immediately putting his face to where his nose was on the floor.

The King glared and stood, slowly descending the stairs from his throne. He stopped in front of the slave and stared at the back of the his head. There was nothing striking about him and he wasn't trembling in fear. The King turned and went back to his throne and said, "I don't like him, I dont want him."

Godwin glared at the slave and bowed to the king, "I understand your majesty." He grabbed the slave's arm and hoisted him up, "come you."

The slave kept his same blank face, but as Godwin pulled him to feet, the king caught a glimpse of the slave's eyes. They began walking away Godwin whispering something urgently to the slave with an angry face.

"Wait," the king called out stopping Godwin.

"Yes, my king?" Godwin questioned.

"Bring that slave back to me, I want to see something."

"Of course, my king." Godwin pushed the slave back toward the throne and forced him to his knees. The king stood once again and when he reached the slave, he said, "look at me."

When he got no reaction, he bent down and grabbed the slave's face and lifted it so he could see his eyes and what he saw almost took his breath away. The slave's eyes were a stunning blue; as if the ocean was swirling right there in his irises. He had never seen such lifeless eyes in his entire life yet they were still beautiful. The king's eyes scanned across his entire face and had to admit he was very attractive. He let go of the slave and made his way back to his throne. "On second thought, Godwin put him in my chambers and leave him there, he will know to stay where he is told. I expect to see him sitting somewhere and not tied up. No one is allowed in my chambers after that. Set up two guards, I shall be there momentarily."

"Yes, my king," Godwin said grudgingly. He had hoped to keep this slave to break him more than he already was, just to torture his soul until he was begging for death, but sometimes a person can't get everything they want in life. Only the king can do that. Such irony.

"Come, slave," Godwin growled angrily. He grabbed the slave and dragged him from the throne room toward the King's chambers.

The King watched them leave keeping his eyes on the slave and sighed when he was gone from his sight. He smirked and crossed his legs, oh what fun he would have.

Godwin dragged the slave as roughly as he could without giving bruising result. "You're lucky slave, if the king hadn't changed his mind at the last second your life would've been hell. Be thankful the Gods decided to have mercy on your soul."

The slave stayed silent and continued to be dragged around by Godwin until they reached his the king's chambers. Godwin opened a door and threw the slave inside.

"Sit in that corner there and don't move until the king comes back."

The slave didn't move from his place on the floor and Godwin became agitated. "Slave, I said move!" He kicked the slave hard in his stomach satisfied with the crunch he heard. The slave made no sound and didn't move and Godwin began to wonder if were just an empty shell that felt no pain, a body with no soul. He turned and said, "I suggest you move before the king comes back or you're going to be punished." Godwin shook his head and shut the door.

The slave laid there for a little bit basking in the pain before trying to move. He winced as one of his ribs popped back into place. He got into crawling position and began making his way to the corner he was directed to stay. He laid there gasping from the pain. 'You will have no weakness, if they hear you scream they will take advantage of that.'

His former master's words echoed in his mind and he took a deep breath, hoping to rid all of the pain. After it became just numb to him he sat up and leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes hoping to get some peace and quiet for at least a few minutes but as soon as he relaxed the door burst open and the king came striding into his room. The slave jumped and tensed, sitting up straight he got back in his protective position. The king went to his desk and took off his jacket. The slave kept his face pointed toward the floor as he listened to his master shuffle around the room. Finally it became silent again and then he heard, "slave, come here."

He hated that tone. It was always the 'I'm going to be nice to you first then beat the living hell out of you tone.' It was too gentle this time around.

The slave stood and winced from the pain in his side. He shook it away and walked to his master who was sitting on his bed. The slave stood before the king with his head faced to the floor.

"Look at me." He was ordered once again but as last time he didn't move. The king, irritated with the disobedience, grabbed the slave's arm and pulled him into his lap.

The slave stared at him surprised. "Why do you disobey my orders?"

The slave turned his head and looked as if he would say something; but he kept his mouth shut.

"It doesn't matter what Godwin told you before giving you to me. I make the rules around here not him. I'm guessing he told you that you are never to look me in my face?"

The slave hesistated before nodding slightly.

"I expected as much. I don't know why he does it but he thinks he can go ordering around my servants."

The slave wanted to smile, to laugh at his master's uncharacteristical humor but that would be showing weakness and he would take advantage of that. He didn't want to be used like his old master used him.

The king looked at his slave, who still had the blank, dead look on his face. Now that he actually noticed it, this slave was terribly skinny. He had noticed when he'd grabbed him but he really felt it now. It was like he was barely there on his lap.

'I want to see the life that used to be there and I will do what I can to get it back.'

He took the slave off of his lap and set him on the bed. "Don't move I will be right back."

The slave watched the king go to the door and say something to the guard standing post there.

After a bit he closed the door and went back to his slave who had his hands in his lap, staring down at the floor. The king stared at him for awhile before asking, "do you have a name?"

The slave tensed visibly and clenched his fists before nodded.

The king noticed the reaction before asking, "well what is it?"

The slave stayed silent, and never looked up at his master. 'Why was he so nice? Masters' weren't supposed to be nice, they were suppose to discipline until the slaves were how they wanted them to be. Why was this one so different?'

"You won't tell me? Alright then, I'll let it slide this time but there's only thing I want you to do now."

The slave perked his head to show he were listening.

"Look at me again," the king stated, and the slave closed his eyes at the repeated request. He forced away the smile that tugged at his lips and raised his head and stared at his master straight in his face, just as he requested. A request, not an order, a request. Now that made the slave feel good how gentle it sounded on this master's lips. He looked deep into his master's eyes realizing the violet that shone with determination and found that he couldn't look away.

"See that wasn't so hard was it?" The King laughed, breaking his trance. He turned away from the king to hide the blush that threatened to take over his face. He mentally slapped himself, I shouldn't be feeling like this! You don't fall for your master! No matter how utterly handsome he is!

"Slave, no matter how long it takes," the king grabbed the slave's face and stared into his eyes "I will break your silence."

The king stepped away from the bed as a knock came to the door, "Your Majesty? I have brought your tray."

"Enter." The king said with an indifferent voice. The door opened and a slave girl entered with a tray full of fruit, bread, and cheese. "Place it on that desk there." The girl trembled and did as she was told. She bowed shakily and left the room. The slave eyed the food wearily. He had been so long without food, the feeling of hunger had left his body.

"Eat. I got that for you. You need to eat or you won't survive. I can tell you haven't eaten for a long time." The slave turned his eyes from the food to the king with a shocked expression, his dead blue eyes wide with confusion. He didn't understand why he was being cared for. The king sighed and grabbed the tray from the desk and set it on the bed. He sat down and for the second time that day pulled the slave onto his lap. The king tore a piece of bread and pressed it to the slave's lips. The slave was shock frozen and refused to open his mouth, to give into this man's desire.

"I want you to trust me, if you can do that then I don't need much from you. I know you've probably had a hard life before this and it's just in your nature to be protective of yourself but if you don't relax then you can't do your jobs correctly. Just trust me and relax, I won't let anything happen to you." Somehow these words calmed his brain and he slowly and hesitantly opened his mouth. After a few seconds the king could slip the bread into his slave's mouth and watched contently as he chewed and swallowed the entire piece. He picked a grape this time as he saw his slave's eyes practically begging for more. Over a half hour time period, the king happily fed his blue-eyed slave, while the slave internally enjoyed being fed. A fourth of the tray was gone as an hour passed and the slave couldn't eat anymore. The slave began to drift in the king's arms trying to stay awake but it was useless as the king began to sway back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Finally he gave into the temptation of sleep and his eyes drooped closed. The king sighed as he felt his slave's body still tense. He lifted him in his arms and took him to the extra room that most of his slave's used. Using one arm to pull the blanket back then laid his slave down and pulled the blankets over him. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He stared at his slave and touched his face, "I'm going to help you, that's a promise." He stood and left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

He looked around the room and sighed. He went to the door where the guard stood on the other side. "I need two slaves here, I don't care where they come from but I need them here now."

"Yes, your majesty," the guard bowed before scurrying off. The king rolled his eyes and shut his door. He sat down on his bed and sighed once more before a knock came to his door.

He got up again and opened his door, the guard and two trembling slaves standing there. "Inside you two." He shut the door and turned to the two slaves. "How busy are you?"

"I am not very busy, Your Majesty." Said the one on the left, "I was only fetching something for my master."

"And you?" The king asked.

"My master was taking me somewhere when your guard asked to see me." The shorter one replied.

"Then you take this tray and take it to the kitchens and tell them I said to keep it cold until I ask for it."

The slave bowed and grabbed the tray before leaving out of the door.

"Now you are to clean this room and the bathroom with the cleaning products provided. That room over there," he pointed to the room his slave slept, "is off limits, if I find you've been inside you will be severely punished, understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The slave replied bowing.

"Good, now I have matters to attend, you won't leave until I return. I shall inform your master to leave you be until your job is done."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Slave!"

I ran to my master's call, not wanting to keep him waiting. I bowed at his feet closing my eyes tightly. Last time I got too close and got kicked in the face. I had a bruised eye and popped blood vessels but I'll know not to make that mistake again.

"Where is my whip?" I pointed toward the bedroom where my master slept. "Go fetch it, I want to hit you." I nodded silently and did as I was told. I returned and handed the whip to my master. "Turn around," he ordered me. I got on my hands and knees and faced the opposite wall. I shut my eyes waiting for the blow but it never came. I opened my eyes and saw I was outside in an open field. It looked so peaceful and I blinked in my surroundings. I stood enjoying it until clouds began to loom overhead. I stared at them and I noticed the flakes falling from the sky. "What is this? It's too warm to be snowing." I held out my hand and caught one. I stared at it and then it struck me. This snow was gray, not like snow, like…ashes. I turned to a blood red sky, the flames bursting across the horizon. I had to stare until I realized it was my village. My eyes widened and I began running to it but I couldn't feel myself. The tears ran down my face and I wanted to scream but I couldn't find my voice. This was a living nightmare I couldn't wake from.

Save me please!

The King woke to distressed whimpering. He sat up and looked around his dark room trying to find the source with tired eyes. He listened for a few more seconds until he realized it was coming from the far corner of his room. He quickly threw the sheets from his body and walked swiftly to his slave's room. He opened the door and saw his slave sitting on the floor, a look of pure terror on his face. He was trembling terribly as if he had just gotten electrocuted. The King stepped through the door and began walking to his slave. When he got close enough for his slave to see him, he froze from the look he got. It was a terrible, scared look in dead watery blue eyes, one that frightened him to know just what had happened to him. He took another step and the slave shrunk back as if trying to meld with the wall. He continued to go to him and then when he stood in front of him, the slave put his hands over his head as if shielding himself from the thing he feared most. He knelt down and reached to the slave. As soon as his hand made contact the slave froze in fear. He began to think he had stopped breathing so instead of drawing back, he put his other arm around his back and pulled him close. "You don't need to worry about what happened in your past because it won't happen to you here. I promise." The king whispered.

He sat there holding his slave finally content with the rise and fall of his slave's back, knowing he was still alive and hadn't died from shock. After a few more minutes of sitting like that, the king got tired once more and lifted his slave as he stood. His slave had apparently fallen asleep after that panic attack so it was easy transferring him from the room the king's bed. After laying his slave on the bed, the king climbed in on the other side watching his slave sleep. The king stroked his slave's hair, "maybe soon you can trust me enough to at least tell me your name. I at least want to know that much."

EDITED 10:Dec:2015