Inheritance Series—Inheritance
Galbatorix x Eragon
Slave
Chapter One
Requested by Armpit.
Let's face it, people. They are SO canon. But the thing is there aren't any fics about them BEING canon! So I decided to write one myself.
Summary: What if Eragon had lost and been enslaved by Galbotorix, and Murtagh, Thorn, and Saphira had died, and the Varden had been disbanded?
Warnings: BDSM, non-con, non-consensual, rape, blood, violence, swearing, angst, and character deaths.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! If I did, all the fictional male characters would be in my harem.
My first attempt at rape and dark themes, so please be nice! Constructive comments and criticism are encouraged, but no flaming! Read, review, and favorite it! Enjoy!
Eragon groaned as he slowly woke up, his whole body one giant ache. He blearily looked around, his mind reaching for Saphira's. When he couldn't feel her, though, his body quickly went into a panic. Thrashing widely, he felt heavy iron cuffs around his wrists and ankles, and a chill had settled in his bones.
He was nude, shivering on a cold dungeon floor, cuffed to a wall by enchanted cuffs (when he had attempted to unlock them using magic, a terrible weight dropped down onto him, causing him to end the spell prematurely) and around his neck was a thick leather collar, also enchanted (and he also learned that fact the hard way).
He continued to struggle for what seemed like hours, his wrists developing ugly sores that hurt worse than sword cuts and, when agitated, broke and leaked fluids, causing extra pain when it leaked into the open wounds that still hadn't healed from his fight with Galbatorix. He stilled at the name.
Galbatorix.
He must be the reason why he was here. Flashes from his memory brought the fight back to the surface—
–Arya screamed as her mind was attacked, tearing it apart. She dropped to her knees, her eyes dead as blood leaked out of her ears—
—Murtagh screamed as Thorn roared, both attacked by the bindings placed upon them by the king. Their bodies slowly turned to dust as they gazed into his eyes, their betrayal and agony clear as they were reduced to nothing more than two piles of ash—
—Saphira roared in agony as Shruikan shredded her side, tearing out her guts in one vicious tug and leaving her to die on the cold, black marble, her breathing shallow as her eyes glazed over—
—From a window, high above the city ground, he watched as the Varden was dispatched of, slowly, so agonizingly slowly he just wanted to move, to help them. No sooner had the thought occurred that he felt a bruising punch crack his ribs, opening the skin to allow the white structures to peek through, and stained red with blood. He watched as his vision clouded, Brisingr falling with a clatter to the ground as his eyes narrowed towards the king, a triumphant smirk decorating the corrupt emperor's thin lips—
Eragon gasped as he came out of the sudden onslaught of memories, his skin now covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He panted heavily for a few minutes, his eyes wide as he tried to process the facts as they came to him.
He had lost.
Saphira, Murtagh, Arya, Thorn—
All dead.
All gone.
He rested his head on his lap, his heavy breathing and weak attempts to pull at the chains echoing off the prison walls. His eyes slowly drooped, even though he was struggling to stay awake.
No, not now! I can't fall asleep now!
The last thing he heard before he drifted off was heavy footsteps and the chink of a key opening a door.
Short chapter, I know. But the nummies are next! Keep reading!