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The Eleventh Time

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I open my eyes.

I'm once again in Chaor's throne room. I don't have a lot of time before I bite it. At any moment, I'm going to be burned to death or something like that. I don't know it I can pull off a three week survival here like I did in Al Mipedim. Three hours, maybe, but not three weeks.

...I'm going to do something absolutely nuts.

I turn to where Chaor is sitting on his throne and shout, "Hey! Big, red and ugly!"

...What? I'm sick of this place!

Upon hearing me, Takinom finches away from Chaor. Agitos, who was already looking at me with his jaw hanging open, scrambles to the side, out of the line of fire. Chaor stares at me and...

"Hey, small, weak and puny."

What?

Chaor does not have the furious expression he had my last two times here. He looks... amused.

I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not.

Chaor leans towards Takinom and says, "I'm not the only one seeing this, right?"

Takinom slowly shakes her head. "You are not. A strange creature really did appear from nowhere and insult you."

"Huh." Chaor glances at Agitos. "What are you doing?"

Agitos is cowering on the other side of Chaor's throne. "You... aren't going to torch the intruder?"

Chaor turns his gaze to me. "I'm still contemplating that, but it would be sad to kill a creature with balls as big as his."

It takes me a moment to realize that the king of the Underworld is mistaking my suicide attempt as courage. Well, I'm not feeling brave anymore, Chaor. My knees are shaking.

I see Takinom flexing her fingers. "Then what are you planning?"

Chaor places an elbow on an armrest and rests his jaw on his palm. "Just make sure he doesn't go anywhere. I need to think."

A few minutes later, the doors to the throne room burst open, and a group of creatures wearing spiky red plate armor rush into the room. "Lord Chaor!" one of them cried out. "Strange creatures have appeared all over the city!"

Oh yeah, these guys.

Chaor lifts his head and blinks. "And do they bear any resemblance to our guest?" He gestures to me.

The lead spiky warrior stares at me. "Yes, they do."

Chaor smirks and waves his hand. "Standard procedure. Round them up, kill any that get violent."

The warrior turns back to Chaor. "And what of this one here?"

Chaor's face twists into a wide grin. "I think this creature would make an excellent pet."

Wait, what?

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The most common image people think of when they hear the word "pet" is of a dog on a leash. Also in that image may be a dog food dish, newspapers in the corner of a room, maybe a doghouse in the yard. An Underworlder, on the other hand, prefers pets that could potentially rip your arms off when you get close, though he's also likely to have a few relatively harmless ones.

Apparently I'm a sort of middle ground. My entire week in the Underworld has been spent by Chaor's side, and Chaor amuses himself by threatening to unleash my "fury" on various people, primarily slow servants. These threats aren't taken seriously, because really, most of the servants are larger and stronger than I am.

In this week I've seen a good deal of Underworld City. Chaor goes to watch the Underworld Colosseum often, for example. The primary entertainment is still watching creatures battling each other, except now there's an occasional human in the pits as well. Those fights don't tend to last long, with the ill-equipped humans usually experiencing violet deaths at the hands of their opponents. Chaor also attends many formal events. I wouldn't have guessed Underworlders even held formal events. They're mainly competitions, like jousts or contests of elemental manipulation.

Most of the time, though, Chaor stays in his palace. He has a few favorite activities. One is eating, and watching him eat has never failed to ruin my appetite. He grabs chunks of undercooked or raw meat and tears into them, and blood and other fluids get everywhere. Another is fighting. Seriously, when Chaor's bored, he'll pick a fight with anyone, even groups of creatures. His most favorite activity... well, it's a bit of an obvious one. I'll get to it in a bit.

It's late in the evening, not that you could really tell in the Underworld, and I'm in my cage in Chaor's bedroom. Yes, cage. Chaor had a human-sized pet cage made to keep me in while he's not holding my leash. It hangs from the ceiling, so every movement I make sends the whole thing swinging. It's got two metal plates, one on top and the other on the bottom, and there are bars running down from the top plate to the bottom.

Chaor had one of his many self-indulgent feasts an hour or so ago. He spent the time since then napping, of all things. No that's not his favorite activity, just wait for it. He woke up a few minutes ago and sent a servant to collect someone in particular.

And now Chaor and that someone, one of his many wives, are engaging is Chaor's favorite activity.

While Chaor's mind is otherwise occupied, my attention is on the bars of my cage. I can't just unlock the door, and the spaces between the bars are too small to squeeze through. A couple days ago, though, I discovered that one of the bars is loose. I've been trying to wrench it free ever since. It's difficult, because as I noted earlier, every movement makes the cage swing, hence why I wait for Chaor to be distracted. He'll have the cage reworked if he sees what I'm doing.

I'm twisting the bar when I hear a growl. I pause and look towards the bed. Chaor's head is resting against the wall. His eyes are closed and his mouth is hanging open, and another growl escapes his throat as he exhales. His hands are gripping the sides of the other creature's head, which he's moving up and down between his legs, forcing her to suck. False alarm, Chaor's just enjoying some head. When did I get all nonchalant about that anyway?

Minutes later, and finally some progress! I've bent the bar to the point that it rattles when I shake it!

"On your knees," I hear Chaor growl. I hear shifting on the bed behind me, then a loud gasp.

Can I wrench this bar free in the time I have left? I'll have to, try and now's the time to do it. As the ruckus behind me gets louder, I plant my feet against the bar and push, kicking occasionally to hurry things along. I see a gap appear at the top of the bar. Wider, wider... and the bar slips out of its top groove and bends outwards.

The gap I've made is still not enough to squeeze through, but that wasn't what I was aiming for. I pull the bar from its bottom groove and lay it flat on the floor. Now all I need to do is wait.

Now that I'm not focusing on the cage bar, it's really hard not to watch. Chaor is violently thrusting himself into the other creature from behind, his claws holding her hips steady. The woman drags her fingernails across the bedsheets and grits her teeth. Chaor bends forward, opens his mouth, and bites his partner's shoulder, still pounding away inside her.

I try to press down the bulge in my pants. I don't want to be aroused by this. I close my eyes and cover my ears, but it's not quite enough to block everything. I still hear Chaor's grunts, his partner's subdued cries of pain, the shaking of the bed. Minutes later I hear a feral roar, and then the sounds begin to die down.

I open my eyes to see Chaor taking a few slow deep breaths. He pulls himself out of his partner and lays down on the bed. "You may go," he says to his wife with a dismissive wave.

Wow, Chaor, you really know how to make a woman feel special. Yup, absolutely no sarcasm intended, not one bit.

When the woman leaves, Chaor turns his attention to me. "Oh, don't worry, pet," he sneers. "I'll find a mate for you eventually."

Time to put my plan into action. "No thanks. Watching you go at it is a bit of a turn off."

Chaor blinks in surprise. I don't talk back to him very often. "Ah, so this is one of the days you decide to talk, hm?" He swings his legs to the side so that he's now sitting on the bed. "Why so talkative now?"

I dramatically roll my eyes. "I don't know, maybe I just had enough of holding everything back." I lean back to hide the broken cage bar. "You know, I thought that the lord of the Underworld would be impressive, but these past few days have shown me how lame you are."

That looks like it stung his pride a little. He narrows his eyes. "I'll give you ten seconds to think of a way to convince me not to break you into little pieces," he growls menacingly.

My heart's pounding. I'm not going to enjoy what's going to happen soon. "By the way, Chaor, you have a small penis."

That was a lie, a rather big lie too, but it got the reaction I wanted. Chaor leaps to his feet and storms to my cage. "You're going to regret that," he fumes. "I'm going to-"

I grab the broken bar and thrust it through the gaps in the cage at Chaor's face. The metal bar sinks into Chaor's eye. The king of the Underworld staggers back, clutches his face, and roars!

I'm so dead. Of course, that was the plan.

Chaor lowers his hands and stares at them with his good eyes. I see blood streaming down his face. His other eye is an absolute mess, shredded and peeled, and mixed with the blood is a transparent ooze. I almost vomit on seeing the damage.

Chaor bellows again and clenches his fists. He swings an arm at my cage, and his fist glows with energy the moment before it connects with the bar.

The cage bends like rubber under the force of Chaor's blow. The punch is heading toward my face.

Did I forget to mention how much I hated being Chaor's pet? Well, I hated being Chaor's p-

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