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Title: Emotionless

Rating: M

Warnings: Sexual abuse, violence, rape, m/m in a violent setting, suicidal thoughts

Summary: Uther knows, and Merlin pays. So leaves the beaming servant of Camelot for an emotionless slave.

(ATTENTION: This chapter has rape scenes)

It had been a long while since anybody had come to visit Merlin. He first had sat, curled up in a ball and staring at the door, but after awhile he found this uncomfortable and so he had decided to lay on his side, knees still pressed into his chest, and watch the door from there. It was while he was in this position that he first felt the strain.

It started out as a warm feeling coming from inside his chest, like a small fire had brewed there. Given the chilly state of the room he was in, Merlin almost welcomed the odd light. But then the heat grew, and a strange, pinched feeling came over his lungs, and made him short of breath.

And then it was gone. Blinking, Merlin sat up slowly and looked down at his chest in surprise. Then a spell of weakness flew over him and he gasped, falling back onto his side as he struggled to breathe.

The door opened but he couldn't look up, the very idea of moving right now made him almost sick. He continued to gasp for breath, not even hearing the steps as the person approached him.

"Whore," Uther spat behind him, and inside his mind Merlin realized that his master was referring to him. Painfully he turned around, eyes wide and fearful, mind weary. He continued to grasp at his chest, even as the feeling began to disappear. Uther looked pleased, examining the naked boy before him with a sickening lust.

"You won't fight me," he commanded to Merlin, and Merlin felt the order wash over him and settle in a slight panic in his stomach. Uther continued, "You will do whatever I say, and you will answer to 'whore.'"

He stepped closer and Merlin didn't move, just sat up and stared.

"Do I make myself clear, whore?" he asked. Merlin nodded helplessly.

"Yes, sire," he managed to speak, quickly brushing away the onslaught of tears that threatened to pour over his eyelids. His master smiled again, removing those gloves that Merlin had grown to hate. He watched as the king held his arm out to the door, and with a flash the door shut. At the same time, Merlin felt himself drain slightly, and he gasped again as the pain returned. He backed himself up to the wall, trying to steady his breathing as Uther turned back around to examine the reaction.

"Interesting," he merely mused, offering another sadistic smile. "Now, whore, stand up and face the wall."

Whole body trembling, Merlin found his limbs obeying his master's commands, and next thing he knew, he was hugging the wall and waiting. Fear mounted in his mind, but he couldn't move. He had to be submissive.

His master brushed a hand against his ass, and Merlin trembled. Not again, he swallowed and his breathing hitched.

"Now, now, whore, you can't fight it," Uther reminded silkily behind him, and Merlin squeezed his eyes shut as he heard clothes being removed. In his mind, he tried to remember what it had been like, the rape the first time. His mind had been hazy with drugs, and he couldn't grasp anything then. This made things worse, and he felt the tears spill over his eyes as his master approached him again, now also naked.

Merlin trembled, trying to fight against the force holding him against the wall, but then the king roughly pushed himself against Merlin, pinning him to the wall. Two fingers were shoved upwards, and Merlin whimpered against the pain. His master just chuckled and pulled out, figuring that was enough preparation. Then the splitting pain came again and Merlin screamed, being unable to do anything but endure the pain. His master thrust harder, and faster, and he suddenly felt faint.

"You're going to feel all of it, whore," he felt more than heard the breath against his skin, and then the king bit his shoulder. Blood began to flow from the bite, and then his master thrust in again, making Merlin's vision go white with pain.

It seemed like years later when Uther stopped and pulled out, pushing Merlin to the ground. The boy flinched violently as his position changed and he felt every part of his body feel broken, sore. His master put his clothes back on, finishing with those hateful gloves of his. Merlin looked up at him, barely conscious from the pain, and Uther smiled at him.

"Good whore," he said, kneeling and patting his head. "You're learning fast. I'll be back."

Then he left again, and Merlin was stuck in the hell that he had been shoved into.

Slowly Merlin lost everything that he had taken for granted and had grown to hold dear to him as he remained Uther's prisoner and sex slave. His master got angry once when he cried, and that had been forbidden from him. And then he had been forbidden to speak, and he discovered after that that he had become mute. Losing his voice and his tears, his only way to release the pain and suffering that he was in, made his life unbearable. He couldn't see any exit, any way out of this hell that he was living. He forgot his real name and only answered to the vile word 'whore' which was the only title that remained important in his life. It deemed fit, considering his magic and his body were the only important things left.

His master had taken to using his magic many times throughout the day, each time leaving him more weak and helpless. He had given up hope of ever finding a light in his life anymore, and knew that this was all he was good at – his master pointed that out each time he came back. Everything blended together now, and it was all he could think about – how worthless he was.

And then his master took away the last thing he had to call himself a human being.

The whore's eyes were wide as they always were, but the surprise in them had dulled, as if the life was slowly leaving him. He hardly felt anymore, and no matter what his master did, he didn't feel anything as shockingly as he did in the beginning. This displeased his master greatly, until his master burst out one day.

"Stop thinking, whore. You're ruining everything," he snapped. Not seeing this coming, suddenly the whore's mind went blank and all that remained was what was happening. He couldn't think. Everything was gone.

And thus the boy Merlin became the mindless sex slave to the cruelest king that Camelot had ever known.