I don't own Yugioh.
"Whatever you need, Seth." Was the pharaoh's reply.
The pharaoh would give him reign to buy two slaves at the auction in two weeks. He was already planning what he wanted. A child and a teen he decided. Both female. He didn't want a young male growing up and thinking he could take his place. He snorted. As if they could. He smiled. He was finally going to get the help he needed.
He plopped back in his chair and thought. He hated to admit it, but the pharaoh had made some good choices in slaves. All of them were weak willed and easily molded, but to scared of him. He knew he wasn't a nice guy, but he wasn't the meanest guy in the world either. He frowned, he knew worse men. And many of them. Maybe a person with some backbone would do him good. Someone who wouldn't tremble each time he approached. He smiled at the thought. At first, it gave him a sort of 'natural high' to see them tremble before him whenever he walked in. Then it just got old because they would be to busy trembling to do anything!
He sighed. Yes, a couple of slaves with spunk. That's what he needed. Someone who wouldn't bore him to death and could actually WORK instead of drop things. He got up and went to speak to the man who was in charge of gathering slaves. To tell him what he wanted, and assure him a good sale. IF he was satisfied that is. He smiled. He loved his job.
(I know these chapters are short, but bear with me as I write more. I'm just starting this story and I have a few others in mind and I am torn between writing on them and others. And I can only do it when I have free time, which is very little right now. In fact, I should be studying for a test right now..)
"Whatever you need, Seth." Was the pharaoh's reply.
The pharaoh would give him reign to buy two slaves at the auction in two weeks. He was already planning what he wanted. A child and a teen he decided. Both female. He didn't want a young male growing up and thinking he could take his place. He snorted. As if they could. He smiled. He was finally going to get the help he needed.
He plopped back in his chair and thought. He hated to admit it, but the pharaoh had made some good choices in slaves. All of them were weak willed and easily molded, but to scared of him. He knew he wasn't a nice guy, but he wasn't the meanest guy in the world either. He frowned, he knew worse men. And many of them. Maybe a person with some backbone would do him good. Someone who wouldn't tremble each time he approached. He smiled at the thought. At first, it gave him a sort of 'natural high' to see them tremble before him whenever he walked in. Then it just got old because they would be to busy trembling to do anything!
He sighed. Yes, a couple of slaves with spunk. That's what he needed. Someone who wouldn't bore him to death and could actually WORK instead of drop things. He got up and went to speak to the man who was in charge of gathering slaves. To tell him what he wanted, and assure him a good sale. IF he was satisfied that is. He smiled. He loved his job.
(I know these chapters are short, but bear with me as I write more. I'm just starting this story and I have a few others in mind and I am torn between writing on them and others. And I can only do it when I have free time, which is very little right now. In fact, I should be studying for a test right now..)