The Boy King, a mischievous grin plastered on his face, snapped his fingers impatiently. “Bring me something new to play with, slave,” he commanded, his voice dripping with boredom.
Gavin, a middle-aged man with a sheen of sweat on his brow, rushed to his side. “Your Majesty, I apologize, but all the slaves in the palace have already been assigned. You have played with them all,” he explained, his voice trembling.
The Boy King rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Fine, then go out and find me a new one. I’m bored of these old faces,” he ordered, his icy glare leaving Gavin with no choice but to bow and back out of the room.
Gavin made his way through the crowded streets of the all-male kingdom, his mind racing as he searched for a suitable slave. His eyes scanned the area, finally settling on a young boy, no more than six years old, sitting alone on a street corner.
The boy, named Eli, was small and thin, with a shock of curly brown hair and big, curious eyes. Gavin approached him, and Eli looked up at him warily. “How would you like to come with me, little one?” Gavin asked, trying to keep his voice light.
Eli’s eyes widened. “I don’t want to be a slave,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Gavin chuckled. “Oh, you don’t have a choice, my dear. It’s the law in this kingdom. Every adult man must serve a boy, and every boy gets his first slave at the age of six.”
Eli’s bottom lip quivered. “But I don’t want a slave. I want to be free.”
Gavin ruffled Eli’s hair. “Don’t be silly. You’ll get used to it. Now come on, let’s go.”
Eli reluctantly followed Gavin back to the palace, his heart pounding in his chest. The Boy King’s eyes lit up when he saw the young boy. “Ah, perfect. Just what I was looking for,” he said, a wicked glint in his eye.
The Boy King grabbed Eli’s hand and pulled him close, his grip too strong for the young boy to escape. Eli tried to pull away, but the Boy King’s grip was like a vice.
The Boy King leaned in close, his breath hot on Eli’s cheek. “Welcome to your new home, little one. I hope you’re ready to serve me,” he whispered, his voice dripping with malice.
Eli glared up at the Boy King, his eyes full of fire. “I’ll never serve you,” he spat.
The Boy King chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”
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