I winced as the shackles were replaced around my wrists. The cold steel seemed to burn my skin on contact. The guards left, closing the door behind them and leaving me in the cold and somewhat dark room. My shackles were connected to steel plates which were bolted to the floor, to restrict my movement.. Though, it wasn't like I was going anywhere.
I sighed, softly, and lowered myself to sit upon the cold stone floor. I shivered; it was really cold in here. The only article of clothing on my thin, pale body was a pair of baggy shorts which barely stayed on to begin with. I laid back as best I could, my back hitting the floor and making me shudder at the cold again.
You see.. I'm a slave of a dark kingdom. I know not the name as I have been in this castle for as long as I can remember. I've never done regular slave work.. I think it would be better then what I have to do..
Back when I was young, my mother refused to bed with the king.. So he had her killed, but not before telling her that it would be her youngest child who would be the one to pay for her disobedience.. I.. Was the youngest. So since then, I've been the king's personal sex toy. I was five then. I haven't seen my brothers in eleven years.. I doubt they remember me, I don't want them to remember me..
The door to the room swung open, flooding it with light from the hall. I quickly stood, biting my lower lip at the lingering pain in my lower back as the king stepped in. His silver hair hung low, reaching his mid-back and his gold-yellow eyes bore though me, causing another shudder to pass through my body. I hated that man..
"You were very disobedient today. For that, you will get no form of nourishment for five days. Is that understood?" His voice echoed through the room, his eyes never leaving me.
"Yes.. Sir.." I was used to this. I was very disobedient. Though, I was also very weak physically so he always got his way anyways..
"Good." He turned and left, the door closing again.. Again leaving me alone in the cold room.
I was used to not being fed.. My small frame is proof of that. I sat down again and ran my hands through my, once, chocolate brown hair. It was now closer to a black colour thanks to the lack of sunlight and nourishment. I laid back again. Maybe if I slept.. The hunger pains wouldn't settle in..