A/N: Dude, this story has my full attention right now xD I couldn't wait to start this chapter ewe

Back to Kahl. Enjoy!

I tie my belt tightly around my tunic and straighten myself up, looking out my window as I do so. I walk out onto the balcony and stare out at the mountains in the distance, the breeze soaring through my hair and the setting sun making the kingdom glisten.

This is all I've ever known. I don't know what to expect in Troy...I don't know what to think or feel...But I'm terrified. I know Eric. He's going to come after me.

A part of me wants to just stay here in my room for the sake of not being hunted down like some common animal. But I know that I can't; not knowing that Kenny, Stan, and the others are alive. Ken won't let me stay here now that he knows how Eric treats me...I want to go with him. But I want to be able to calmly walk to a ship and do so, not hide like a soldier behind enemy lines. This is my home. This is my kingdom...at least it was. Now my own citizens don't even know I live...In a way I suppose I should be grateful for that. No one wants it announced to the world that they're used as a plaything for the king and his diplomats' amusement.

I hear a knock on my door and turn my head, looking back and staring at it for a moment before calling, "yes?" It creaks open and I find Token's head peeking in past the barrier.

"My king," he says quickly before stepping in and letting Kenny come in after him. They both swiftly shut and lock the door as I walk back into the room and stare at them.

"What is it?" I ask.

"King Token and I here have discussed it," Kenny licks his lips. "We're getting you out of here tonight."

My eyes widen. "So...so soon?"

"The sooner we get you out, the more delayed Cartman's reaction will be," Token explains. Kenny grabs my hand and leads me over to the bed, sitting me down and putting his hand on my knee.

"And the less damage he can do to you while you stay in his walls."

I look between the two of them before lowering my eyes onto the floor. "I...I don't understand what's going on anymore."

"What?" Token asks, sitting on the opposite side of me.

"This is all...happening so fast," I hiccup. "Just yesterday morning...I was nothing more than the whore who had lost everyone and everything so long ago," I pause and look up at Kenny. "Now I know I still have some of those things and people are starting to call me a king once again...," I trail off and sigh.

Kenny tilts my head up and kisses my cheek lightly. "It'll be alright."

We're silent for a moment before my stomach tightens into a knot. "He'll come for me."

"We know," Token nods, brushing some of my hair back.

"He'll kill you. He'll kill you both," I say, my eyes stinging sharply.

"I'd rather that happen then go back home knowing what you're enduring," Kenny says, kissing me again. "We'll...we'll find a way."

I grab his hand and squeeze it tightly. "I...I have to go see Eric." I say, getting to my feet.

"Are you sure that's wise of you?" Token questions. "From those bruises on your neck I'd say you've seen enough of him."

My hand flies to my throat and its own accord and I take a wavering breath. "I...I entertain him in the evenings...or he beats me." I divert my eyes onto the floor away from their disgusted expressions. "Thank you for the concern...but I really must go." I turn on my heel and start heading quickly out of my room.

"Kyle, wait!" Kenny calls. I stop halfway out my door and turn to look back at him. He stares at me with a sad pout before walking up to me and cupping my chin, brushing my cheek with his thumb. "This will be the last time you do this. He's never touching you again," he promises. My eyes well up once more but I clear my throat to ward the tears away, turning my head slightly and kissing his hand before pulling back and continuing out my door and down the hall towards Eric's throne.

I keep my head bowed from the servants as I pass. They know what I'm going off to do. I don't need their sympathetic glances right now...

"It's about damn time you showed up," that booming voice arises. I gulp and look upwards to find Eric standing in the hallway in front of me.

"Forgive me," I say quietly. "I overslept."

He glares at me a bit before rolling his eyes and curling his index finger. "Come." he states before walking off and down the hall. I gulp once again before hurrying after him, sure to keep our distance. He hates being followed closely, something about being stabbed in the back.

He turns into his chambers and I take a deep breath, following him inside. He waits for me to be fully inside before slamming the door shut. "On the bed."

I head straight for his lush mattress and sit down atop it, my hands clasped in my lap as we stare at each other for a long while. This is freaking me out slightly. He walks over towards me and stands in front of me, staring down on me. "Kahl."

"Yes, Sir?" I whisper, noticing my cracking voice.

"Who is it you belong to?" he demands.

No one, that's who.

"You," I relay obediently.

He slides his hand up my chiton suddenly and grabs my cock and I arch up in surprise. He shoves me onto my back and starts pumping his hand and I bite my lip, looking down at his dark eyes. "Then why are you so adamant on talking to Kenneh, hm?" My eyes widen and he chuckles, speeding up his hand and making me squirm underneath him. "You think I'm a fool, Kahl?"

"N-no," I shake my head, cursing myself for growing harder in his palm. "Of c-course not."

"Oh Kahl, you could never have been king," he says tauntingly. "After all, a king has to know how to lie," he chuckles, pushing up my chiton. He traces along my series of bruises, roughly pressing down on them and making me hiss harshly. "Did you lie with him?" he asks lowly. I shoot my eyes open and look up at him.

"W-what?"

"I asked if you lied with that poor excuse for royalty," he snarls.

I shake my head quickly, "No, I didn't." I screech from in-between my teeth as he tightens his grip around my cock.

"And how do I know you're telling the truth?" he asks.

I stare up at the red canopy above my head and pant. "I...I can't lie," I say, recalling his earlier comment. He rubs the scar on the inside of my thigh momentarily and it takes everything I have to not burst into tears before he grabs my dick once again.

He catches this and snorts amusedly. "I suppose. Besides...," he sits down beside me, letting go of my cock and starting to rub his own under his tunic. "You love mine far too much, correct?"

I hate him.

I nod, my face burning furiously and he strokes my hair before roughly tangling his fingers in it and pulling me upwards. He presses his nose down on mine and chuckles darkly, grabbing my throat and squeezing my larynx roughly. "Well come on then," he states. "Why don't you show me?"

Disgusted. Humiliated. Violated.

These are the words I've come to find best describe myself anymore. I look down on Eric, who's sleeping with loud snores beside me and I take a deep calming breath. I swing my feet over the side of his bed and slowly try to stand, wincing as I do so. I get to my feet and limp over towards my chiton, pulling it on quickly and tightening my belt once again.

I walk over to his door and look back on his massive, slumbering form, feeling my stomach twisting in fury.

"I'm not yours anymore," I whisper angrily into the darkness before quickly twirling around and heading out towards my room. Something grabs my arm and slaps their hand over my mouth and I try to scream out, looking up and finding Kenny looking down on me.

"Shh," he coos. "Token's got Ike," he whispers. "We have to make it down to the harbor and set out."

I shake his hand off and gulp. "Whose ship?"

"Token's. I just had a small boat. Come on," he motions his head and starts tugging me down the corridors. He throws my cloak over my head and I pull it around me tightly. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and keeps darting his head back and forth at the servants who each look at us excitedly.

They want me to be free too...I must say, that's comforting knowing that they still respect me even though I'm constantly on my knees in front of whoever happens to come to the castle.

"Kyle!" someone calls out softly. We look up to see Demos running up towards us. He stares at me a moment before clasping me in a tight hug. "Be safe." I feel my stomach curling sympathetically. Demos doesn't have anyone anymore...Eric had his parents executed long ago.

I stare down at him a moment before biting my lip and looking over at Kenny. He smiles and nods at me and I grin back thankfully. "Demos, you're coming, too," I say, pulling him away from me and cupping his chin. "I need your help." His face brightens up and I can see his eyes shining gratefully.

"Now come on the both of you," Kenny states hurriedly. "We have to get out of here."

I grab Demos' hand and start walking out in-between the two of them towards the entrance of the palace. Two servants open the door and bow for us. "We'll never talk," one of them promises us.

I smile. "Thank you," I whisper before Kenny escorts us out and I take a deep breath, looking out at the courtyard that I haven't seen in so long.

"Kyle, over here!" Another voice calls out. I look over and see Token standing there with two horses and a smaller form in front of him, heavily cloaked. The smaller one pulls down his hood and I can make out dark black hair.

"K-Kyle?" he calls out meekly.

My breath hitches and my heart beats rapidly in my relief. "Ike!" I call back. We break away from our parties and run towards each other, grabbing each other in a tight embrace. He places his face into my chiton and starts sobbing, trembling under me.

"You're alive...gods you're alive!" he cries.

"Shh," I say, maternally stroking his hair. "It's okay, Ike." I pull him into me tighter and take a deep, shaking breath.

"Come on," Kenny says, placing his hand on my shoulder. "We don't have a moment to lose."

"Talk on the ship," Token adds, prying Ike apart from me and lifting him onto his horse. He grabs Demos and puts him up behind Ike before pushing himself up onto it. Kenny grabs me around the waist and puts me onto a grey mare and hops on.

"We ready?" he asks.

"Let's get out before someone wakes up," Token states, pushing on the horse with his heels. Kenny does the same and the sudden movement of the animal makes me grab around his waist tightly. He looks down and smiles at me.

"Don't worry, Philana doesn't let anyone fall," he winks before turning his head back around and grabbing her mane. I shoot my head around and watch the palace as it gets further and further away from us.

I look up towards where Eric's room is and can't help but smile and grab onto Kenny tighter.

He can't hurt me. He's not my master anymore...I'm free. I'm free. I feel the night air brush through my hair as my hood falls off atop my head and I feel a tear worm its way down my cheek. I can hear the crashing of the waves on the shore and close my eyes, feeling the warmth of this moment wrap all around me like the finest silk blanket.

Thank the gods, I'm finally free.

A/N: Omg, I actually skipped the sex scene =O

(I've done it before, just not for awhile xD)

I'm having wayyyy too much fun with this story ewe