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“Stay on your knees and hunch over.” Lord Delwin whistled like Oriel was a dog. “Do it.”
Oriel forced himself to assume the position even though he felt nausea rise in his gut. He thought the guard would attack and fuck him right there, but the fairy merely sat opposite his lord who snapped his fingers.
“Back up a bit.”
Maybe he would fuck him. Oriel pressed his lips together as he backed up a little and tried not to let his fear show. Lord Delwin propped up his boots on Oriel’s back as though he was a footstool who happened to be alive.
Oriel waited for his heart to calm since it seemed neither would rape him, but rage formed in his chest. He wasn’t a fucking piece of furniture, and while the position seemed simple, he was beyond worn out after a week of near starvation and not enough water. The heels of the lord’s boots dug into his back, and he simply wanted to sit or lie down.
Pulling away would probably earn him a fist to the face. Maybe if he just collapsed…He was pretty sure he would soon. The small cup of water earlier hadn’t done much.
“Get up,” Lord Delwin snarled when Oriel let himself fall forward.
“I need water. The ship-”
The guard suddenly straddled him, and Oriel screamed as he remembered the guards in his room plus the sailors. The guard pinned him and tied a rope above his left elbow before forcing both sides together.
“Wait-I’m sorry-” started Oriel, feeling the strain in his shoulders.
“I bet you are,” Lord Delwin said as the guard made a knot and checked that it was secure. He sat back down. “Back on your knees.”
Why did Oriel think he’d even receive a sliver of mercy from this man? It was a struggle to get himself back up on his knees and into position again, and Lord Delwin propped his boots on Oriel’s back once more.
The carriage rattled on as the position grew worse. Oriel knew elbow binding could be done as a kink for those that liked it, but it was too tight, and after a good thirty minutes, he was desperate for the rope to be taken off.
“I have a special treatment for you,” Lord Delwin said, apparently tired of making small talk with his guard. “You’ll be my son’s toy as a birthday present, but that’s after I’ve punished you. I can assure you my son won’t be kind to you either, so you better behave or it’ll be worse. Does this hurt?”
Oriel licked his dry lips, but it didn’t help.
“I asked you a question, and I better receive an answer."
“Yes,” whispered Oriel.
“Louder.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Lord Delwin.”
The lord removed his boots so he could lean forward, grab Oriel’s hair, and yank his head back. He winced at the pain in his neck and shoulders as he met Lord Delwin’s slitted pupils.
“That’s Master to you until my son gets you. You’re not a Crown Prince, you’re not my equal, and you’re barely good enough to be a hole for my son to dump his cum into. Now, does it hurt?”
“Yes, Master,” Oriel managed to get out through gritted teeth.
“Good." Lord Delwin sneered and showed his fangs. "It's only going to get worse. Lay down.”
Oriel was shoved down onto his stomach and ignored for the rest of the trip. When the carriage finally stopped, Lord Delwin got out and left without a backward glance, leaving the guard to deal with Oriel. His shoulders protested, but he was forced out and around the back of the large Castle.
He’d probably never leave this place unless it was so that his corpse could be dumped somewhere. He focused on the ground as they walked until they stopped.
The door the guard opened didn’t lead into the pristine halls of the Castle, but into a short, dank hallway with steps going down. Oriel's heart pounded faster.
The guard gripped him by the back of the neck to push him ahead. "Come on."
Oriel wasn’t expecting to be shoved when they were a few steps from the bottom of the stairs. He landed on the stone floor and couldn't bite back a cry of pain.
