I found my mat the next night. Well it wasn't really me coming across it and finding it, or I would have never willing saw it again for the rest of my days. It had to be presented to me, by Ganondorf himself, for it was in Ganondorf's room, on the floor at the foot of his bed.

Like a dog bed at her master's feet. Oh, he didn't have to explain it to me but he did anyway, watching my disgusted face with great amusement. Whatever. I could deal with this. I had my own matt, which would mean I was not meant to sleep in the bed with him. That was really fine by me. "Oh King Ganondorf, this… this is more than I could ever hope for. It's really too much. I don't know if I can stand this much generosity."

"Get to your bed," he ordered unamused, pointing down to the mat. I did so like the bitch I was. I plopped my ass right down and stared at him innocently. I knew he was going to watch me. That was the whole point of making me sleep in his room. To watch me. I expected that. Might as well watch right back. "You sleep with your clothes on?" he asked rather smugly, a dirty and sly grin on his face.

"Yes," I replied. As a matter of fact. It was fucking cold in the castle. I slept with as much clothes I could get my grimy hands on.

"Very well then," and he began to undress himself. Normally I wouldn't have cared, except him bringing up the possibility of me undressing before him made me all of a sudden not want to watch him anymore. I eventually heard him get into his bed. "Best to go to sleep now, little bitch." When I didn't answer or move he grew angry. "Sleep! Now!" I quickly laid down flat on my mat. I didn't actually get to sleep but I pretended.

Ganondorf woke at dawn. I was already awake from not being able to sleep but I didn't dare make a move. Ganondorf ignored me, going around his room getting himself ready for the day. People were summoned, people were ordered away. I did not move.

Eventually, Ganondorf remembered me. "You haven't bathed," he addressed me. I wasn't sure if he was referring to today, my life since I had become a slave or just ever. "You smell. I can't have my pets smelling. Girl!" he called over to the small blonde girl. I probably should learn her name. "Bathe the dog."

At first the girl seemed sorely confused and even opened her mouth to ask where this dog was. I quickly and frantically motioned to her, pointing at myself. The dog was me.

She scurried over to me, bending down and beckoning me with her hand. "Come!" she said in a quick quiet voice, treating me very much like an animal. I refused her hand to pull myself up and glared at her the entire time she lead me to Ganondorf's bathroom.

Ganondorf watched me. He was most likely anticipating me taking of my gross clothes but as soon as we were in the room, he shut the door on us, blocking his enormous body with the heavy wood.

I let out a breath that I felt like I had been holding since I first laid down on my mat last night. "Fucking creep," I muttered to the closed door while the other slave girl filled a large copper tub with water.

"Come," the girl repeated.

I suddenly looked around the room I was in. Ganondorf wasn't here but he was a magic user. Maybe he had something in this room to view me with that I didn't know about. After studying the foreign bathroom for sometime, I gave up and decided I didn't care. Yea I had a woman's body, so what? Almost every Gerudo did.

I threw off my clothes carelessly before carefully climbing into the tub. The water was warm, which surprised me at first. I tried to wash myself without the insistent help of the girl but eventually gave up as she began to untangle my hair with scented creams.

I was determined not to enjoy this. In fact, my jaw was hurting from clenching it and I was glaring during the whole process. I was sure Ganondorf was enjoying the view, probably jacking off somewhere.

When the slave girl finished, I got out of the tub and she began to dry me off with a towel that was ridiculously too soft for something Ganondorf should own. The door suddenly opened. The girl paused, holding up the towel only half covering me, probably unsure if she should be presenting me to Ganondorf, or keep me wrapped up. I grabbed the towel from her annoyed and wrapped it around my scrawny body.

Ganondorf was staring at me like his eyes could burn right though the towel. He wasn't moving. Just staring. I wasn't even sure if he was breathing. It made me think maybe he hadn't been watching the entire time, or he wouldn't be this effected by my naked woman body. Even so, it wasn't like he hadn't seen a naked woman before.

"Wear this," he finally said, placing folded white fabric on a metal stand. Then he left.

The slave girl rushed over to it, intent to dress me up as fast as possible. They were Gerudo clothes. I was surprised that Ganondorf had any such thing. Not only were they Gerudo but they were nice Gerudo clothes, something saved for a special occasion or an evening ceremony. Of course, every occasion was special when it came to Ganondorf. And since they were designed for the night, they were warmer than the raggedy thing I had been wearing. It was always cold in the castle. Maybe he was considering that.

What was I thinking? He probably just picked them because they were nice, and evening clothes was what he happened to have when whoever actually did own them committed suicide to herself to get away from him. That's what really happened.

The slave girl tried to help dress me but she kept doing things wrong so I eventually shooed her away and put on the clothes myself.

There was even gold jewelry hidden in the folds of the silk fabric. I of course put those on too. I hadn't worn jewelry since I had become a slave and the truth is, I did miss the clanking of gold hanging from my ears or ringing from my wrists and ankles. There was no necklace but I decided Ganondorf got props for trying. And when I say props, I mean, I hoped something got shoved up his ass.

I marched out of the bathroom, feeling very much like I was second in command of the Gerudo once again. I wondered if that was Ganondorf's intent the entire time. He wanted me to return to my position so that I could be his stupid fucking heir. I didn't see how that was going to work for him. Just because you dressed up a dog, doesn't mean its going to listen to you.

Ganondorf was waiting for me outside of his bedroom, sneering. "I thought of letting you try on one of the dead Hylian Queen's dresses. They are truly beautiful. You couldn't possibly imagine. But you wouldn't look good in them. They do not suit you. You look too much like a Gerudo," he said, as if it was an insult. I took it as a compliment. He continued to glare down on me. "But you are no longer Gerudo either. You are nothing but a dog."

He turned away, like I had greatly insulted him. I had done nothing but that meant nothing. I waited for what my new punishment would be now.

"I have a present for you," he murmured almost to himself, before going to a little drawer near the newly replaced couch. He opened it and pulled out a small long wooden box. He presented the box to me. "I had this made for you. The craftsmanship isn't the best, since I only thought of it yesterday and wanted it for today but its still lovely to look at." He opened the box. At first it appeared to be the missing necklace from my outfit, made from a gold chain with diamonds placed within the links. But as he pulled the trinket out, it was much too long to be a necklace.

He placed the contraption around my neck quickly, locking it so fast like he had practiced. My hands raised up to the collar without my will, already looking for a way to take it off. It had somehow become locked around my neck. Ganondorf watched me struggle with it amused. "It looks good on you," he said, before pulling on the long gold leash to make me pay attention to him. I clasped my hands around the leash, trying to stay upright. "Now come, I have business to tend to," and he started a brisk walk, dragging me with him.

I no longer felt like I was second in command anymore. I felt much more like a whore on a leash. It bothered me for a few moments. For the first few seconds, all I wanted to do was die but that was exactly what Ganondorf wanted me to fee like, so after a few paces, I lengthened my stride so that there was now slack in the chain. I still walked behind Ganondorf, refusing to walk beside him but my shoulders were back, my head held high, like I was a fucking goddess.

We got to Ganondorf's throne. Ganondorf had replaced the Hylian King's thrown with a dark, black evil looking chair. It was always dark in the throne room, like it was dark everywhere else, so it was hard to see exactly what was carved into the black wood of the giant piece of furniture. It looked like skulls and devils to me.

Ganondorf plopped down onto his thrown, yanking me so that I fell to my knees. "Sit," he ordered. I stood up and than folding my legs gracefully underneath me. Ganondorf looked slightly annoyed at me before I lost his attention.

"Bring in this so called visitor!" he shouted. The grand doors of the thrown room cracked opened, almost letting light into the room.

A young boy entered. I knew he wasn't one of Ganondorf's slaves. He didn't walk like he was broken. I could tell he was nervous. He was about to shit his pants, the little sucker but he wasn't broken.

"Who are you?" Ganondorf asked, annoyed and looking bored already.

"I'm a Sheikah."

"Yes, yes I can see that. What is your name?"

"Sheik."

Ganondorf glared down on the little Sheikan boy. "Sheik? A Sheikah named Sheik?"

"I'm sorry my great Lord. I am an orphan without a name, and my imagination has never been great."

Ganondorf chuckled at that surprisingly, not bored yet. "And what use do you have for me?"

"You're a great leader, lord Ganondorf. All that has happened to me I owe to you. I was shunned for being an orphan, for being purposeless. When you came into power, casting a comforting shadow over the land, I finally had the confidence to come out of hiding. I had the power to do what I want. To live! The ones that had oppressed me grew weak and I killed them for what they did to me. I killed them for you Master Ganondorf. You are my savior. But now I hear of these small bands of people who think to over throw you."

"What bands of people?" Ganondorf asked.

"It's truly horrible, Master Ganondorf. There is talk in Kakariko, of an uprising. And some silly tale of a 'Hero' that will come and defeat you."

Ganondorf laughed. "A Hero? Who could defeat someone who controls the Triforce!?" and with that Ganondorf showed off his power a little, letting all the torches in the room blaze up.

"Exactly…" the Sheikah boy said, taking a step back a bit. "These inferiors surly have no chance. But they must be annoying. I can help you flush them out to make an example of."

"And why is you want to help me?"

"Please. I need a place to belong. I need a purpose."

Ganondorf stared at him for a long time. "Alright Sheikah boy. But I of course would need to test you loyalties. Loyalty is something that is lacking in this country. Come here."

"Yes! Anything!" The boy scampered up to the throne before kneeling at the foot.

"No. Closer."

The boy stood up, climbing a few steps to the thrown. Ganondorf reached with his huge hand to grab the boy's head, turning up his face to look into it. There was fear in his eyes but he did not look away.

"You may be my apprentice one day, if you behave that is. Otherwise I will kill you."

"Yes! Please!"

"You're skinny. You should eat something. Nabooru will feed you."

"Are you kidding me?" I cried out. I thought I was a dog. Now I was turning into a babysitter, too? Ganondorf gave my leash to one of his Moblin bodyguards.

"Make sure she does it. I have other business to attend to."

Ganondorf left and the Moblin dragged me by the chain, the Sheikah boy by the arm. We went into the kitchen where there were people scrambling about to make the giant meals that Ganondorf was so accustomed to having three times a day. They took no notice of us. The Moblin let us go and I wrapped the chain around my wrist to put it out of the way.

I began to take food without being noticed. I was good at that. Even with my flashy earrings.

"Are you the king's concubine?" the Sheikah boy asked.

It annoyed me so I dropped the wet piece of meat in a wooden bowl loudly. I then dropped the bowl at his feet, treating him like a dog. "No!" I snapped.

"Why do you wear that chain."

"It was a gift," I told him.

"A strange gift. Seems more like a curse."

I narrowed my eyes at the boy.

"Do you like our great lord and master?" asked the boy.

"Listen kid, I think you need to start rethinking your life if you think Ganondorf is any kind of 'great'. Ganondorf is selfish, greedy and doesn't care about you."

"But he took me in."

"I think, in his deep dark twisted mind, he thinks he can get me to like you, become his bitch wife and have you as an adapted male heir, since you are neither Hylian or Gerudo. But he's got that dead wrong if he thinks that's gonna happen! Because I don't like kids, I don't like Sheikah, and I don't like Ganondorf."

"You speak very openly of your opinion," the Sheikah boy said seriously. "It's dangerous."

I looked down on him. "Why, are you going to do something about it? I'm not afraid of you."

"You shouldn't be. You should be afraid of Ganondorf. He will kill you."

"Well I don't care." I put my hands on my hips and turned my head away, watching the servants bustle about.

"Of maybe you care too much," said the boy as he sat down at his bowl and started picking at his meat. He didn't eat it. He had a cowl around his face and seemed reluctant to pull it down. "How much do you care?"

"Why am I having this conversation with you?"

"Because everyone else is too afraid to have it." He eyed me with his strange red eyes. "The king is fond of you. Possessive. I could tell right away. Do you sleep with him?"

"I don't sleep."

"But is it with him?"

"This is none of you business, and if you don't want me to kick your ass you better shut your mouth."

"It may not be but I'm interested. You are the closest to the king, yet seem to hate him the most. You have a great opportunity that no one else has."

"Oh yea, it's real great. Why aren't you eating?"

"I'm not hungry." The Sheikah boy got up. "Not for meat. I only wish to please the great lord Ganondorf." I peered at the boy suspiciously. He took a step closer to me. "You are very beautiful woman. It is no wonder Ganondorf has eyes for you." The boy wasn't very tall. He had to look up at me as he stood very, very close. I felt his hand on my hip, slipping it inside my pants.

I gripped the boy's neck tightly, squeezing. "What do you think you're doing?"

I was squeezing his throat too tightly for him to speak properly. The Sheikah took away his hand. Then I noticed something. The boy was young, yes but old enough to have seen a few things. Old enough for the bubble of puppetry to start, to begin to have an adam's apple that I have been looking for to press my thumb to but there was none.

"You're a girl," I said. The Sheikah pulled away and I released her, finding a sudden pity for her. I also realized she had left something in the waistband of my pants. I felt it with my hand and could tell it was a knife that I pushed down deeper to conceal it, hooking it to my underwear. "If you want him to die, why not sleep with him yourself," I whispered.

"I would not survived if the great king lord saw me naked."

I regretted saying it. The kid was too young.

Suddenly the kitchen was quite and I knew right away why. I turned my direction to where Ganondorf was entering with his band of Moblin bodyguards.

"Why hasn't he ate?!" Ganondorf cried out angrily seeing the bowl with meat by our feet.

I smiled sweetly at him. "The little fuck was so hungry he's already eaten two helpings. His eyes were bigger than his stomach though and it doesn't seem like he can handle the rest of this. Ate way too fast."

Ganondorf eyed him before he was satisfied with my answer. "You should learn how to eat properly. I do not tolerate sickness." He motioned to one of his Moblins. "Take him to his room. You," he pointed at me, "come with me," and I came like I always did.