King Sebastian's Plaything: His Slave, His Obsession

As Amelie opens her eyes, the blurry ceiling welcomes her into the somewhat dark room, with faint whispers sounding in her ears. For minutes, she stares up at the ceiling with her head blank and unconscious of where she is.

Trying to finally move her body, waves of pain shoot through her bones and she winces in pain.

"You're awake," A faint female voice whispers beside her, and she slowly tilts her head to see a blurry v-shaped face of a lady staring down at her with a blank expression on her face.

"Where am I?" She manages to ask, as she closes her eyes again. With all the strength left in her, she manages to sit up on the cold and dirty floor, but the sight that welcomes her makes her almost freeze on the spot. She's in the midst of many people, and they're all familiar. They are the people of Devontae kingdom, her father's kingdom. Memories of days ago floods her head as she stares at them. Just a few days ago, she was in the palace with the king, her father, when it was said that that kingdom was under attack. She can still remember vividly how king Sebastian Ellie murdered her parents before her eyes, and as if that was not enough, he killed many of the people, and many other were taken here, which she was among them.

Looking from one person to the other, she can see the pain in their eyes. Their faces look pale and sick, they look like they haven't had anything to eat for days, and the sight is already frightening her.

Finally, she tilts her head to look at the young lady that's staring back at her with a worried expression on her face. Of course, she recognizes her to be her best friend and maid back in the palace. She has always been the only one she's close with back at the palace after her parents. They grew up together, and are fond of each other.

"Where are we?" She asks after she stares down at her bruised body for seconds, as tears slid down the corner of her cheek. It's not like she has no idea where they are, but she just wants to be sure, since she was unconscious as they brought them here. Hoping to get good news, her face suddenly drops sadly when Leila finally replies to her.

"We're in Knight kingdom," Her heart wrenches in pain, and she slowly clenches her fists as more tears stream down her cheeks. Recalling how her parents were murdered in front of her, she can't help but cry.

"Knight kingdom..." She whispers to herself, as she slowly nods her head to nothing. What have they done to this ruthless king to have deserved this from him? For many years, the Devontae kingdom has always lived peacefully amongst other kingdoms in Europe. They have always maintained nothing, but peace, how could this calamity have befallen them?

"Mother... Father..." She whispers as she hugs her legs to herself, crying her eyes out. Her body shakes visibly as the image of king Sebastian pops up in her head. The smirk on his face as he stabbed her father multiple times is what she can never forget, and the evil grin on his lips is what will forever be buried in her heart as he slit her mother's throat before her eyes. The blood of the innocent people of Devontae kingdom that he spilled, just what have they done to deserve this?

"Are they really dead?" Her lips shake as she holds Leila's hands with her hands trembling in fear. She wants someone to tap her and tell her that she has been dreaming, she just needs someone to tell her that her parents are still alive.

"My princess..." Tears pour down Leila's cheeks as she pulls her into her arms, hugging her tightly.

"Let me go, Leila. I need to find my parents. King Sebastian didn't truly kill them, right? Everything was a dream, right? I was just hallucinating, right?" Holding on tightly to Leila's cloth, more tears stream down her cheeks as she questions her.

"My princess, please calm down... Please don't be like this," Leila cries helplessly as she hugs her tightly to herself.

"That monster killed my parents before me. He killed so many innocent people for no reason. How dare he? How dare he take the lives that he can't give? How dare he make little children fatherless and motherless all in the name of whatever shitty reasons he had to do that?" Amelie snaps, not minding the consequences of what she's doing now.

"My princess, they're going to kill us if you continue like this," One of the people finally speaks up for the first time.

"You're going to get yourself into trouble. King..." Leila was saying, but the sound of the bar gate opening interrupts her, and she quickly snaps her head to look at the two guards that just walked in.

Seeing the guards looking at them one after the other, Amelie feels her heart wrenches in pain, and waves of anger spark through her as she slowly clenches her sweaty fists.

Her eyes finally meet with one of the guards, and her blood boils in rage. As much as she wants to teach these two bastards a lesson, knowing that it'll get them into trouble, she can only control her anger.

"Hey, come here," Slowly, she raises her gaze to look at the guard who just uttered the command.

"M...me?" Her voice quivers angrily as she stares around before turning her attention to them again. Her heart thumps heavily against her chest, and she gulps down the sudden lump that formed in her throat.

"Follow us," One of the guards says to her before he turns around and leaves with the other one.

Leila gives her a pleading look and sighs as she stands up to her feet.

Finally standing up to her feet, she glances back at Leila one more time, before dragging herself out of the prison.

After walking down the veranda for five minutes, the guards finally stop in front of a beautiful door.

"Greetings, Your Highness. She's here," She stares at the floor as she hears the guard announces their presence.

"Go inside," The guard's cold voice snaps her out of her deep thought, and she raises her head to see that one of them is already holding the door open for her. She glances at the two of them and gulps down nothing.

Taking a deep breath, she finally walks into the large beautiful room. The floor is tiled with beautiful ceramic tiles. Hearing the door slam close behind her, she slowly tilts her head back to check what happened, and she confirms that the door has been closed.

Waiting patiently for the devil to show himself, his voice suddenly sounds from nowhere.

"Princess Amelie, am I right?" Hearing the most annoying voice speaks from nowhere, the realization dawns on her that she's not the only one in the large room. Her heart tightens painfully and tears well up in her eyes as she stares down at her feet, her fists clenched beside her. This was the same man that took away her parents days ago, the same man that took many innocent lives for no reason. How did he manage to still survive until now, knowing that somewhere out there, people are not happy with him? How is he managing his conscience after everything he has done?

She finally raises her gaze as king Sebastian's pair of icy blue eyes welcomes her. Her blood boils in rage...

Her heart tightens painfully as she stares at the man graced in a black royal robe with a crown resting on his head while having his short curled thick black hair clinging to his head with some strands resting on his forehead. His pink small heart-shaped lips compliment his cuteness. King Sebastian has been ruling the Knight kingdom when he turned twenty, and he has been on the throne for eleven years and six months. He has been known for his cruelty and nothing else.

Oppressing and preying on other inferior kingdoms has been what he finds joy in, and Amelie's kingdom happened to be one of his victims. But what she's still confused about, is he had to do that. They never offended him, so why did he have to take away their happiness?

"What is your name?" His cold voice snaps her back to reality, and she scoffs inwardly. It's not that he doesn't know her name.

"What do you want from me, you monster!" As much as she wants to scream at his face and maybe punch him in the face, knowing what the outcome would be, she dare not. Even if she's not scared she'd lose her life, thinking of her people out there in the prison that has been traumatized by the incident, she dares not do anything stupid.

"Amelie," She manages to reply, staring down at her feet as she fondles with her fingers.

"Amelie..." He repeats as he walks elegantly over to the window, and stares out of it, giving her all the time to glare at him. He's perfectly built. Tall, broad chest, long and straight legs, and a dark aura. For some seconds, she stops to imagine herself stabbing him multiple times until he breathes his last, but that'll be the biggest mistake of her life.

"How will it feel like to be my sex slave, huh?..." His words hit her hard, and she snaps her eyes open in shock as she freezes on the spot.

"You have a nice body, Amelie... You are beautiful, and you have the sweetest scent," He hushes as he walks over to her, and pulls her to himself. He nuzzles his face on her neck and sniffles her while closing his eyes.

"How do you taste down there, huh? Have you ever done this before?" He hushes, running his hand on her bare shoulders.

"Let go off me, you monster!" She so much wants to push him off until he hits his head on the tiled floor and dies, but she can't. She can only cry her eyes out as she feels her blood boils in rage.

"It'll be so great, having a taste of the princess of Devontae kingdom..." He whispers in her ear before he finally pulls away from her.

She turns her face away with tears pouring down her cheeks.

"As my slave, there's only one rule..." He pauses, turning away from her.

"Your life belongs to me, henceforth," He further releases the bombshell to her, and she gulps down nothing nervously. New fresh and hot tears stream down her cheeks as she clenches and unclenches her hands. It's like a nightmare how she lost her parents and many other innocent people of her kingdom to this man a few days ago, and now she's going to be his slave, and not just any slave, but his sex slave. Is he this heartless?

"All of you... Your lives became mine, the moment you stepped into my kingdom. Your fate and that of your people lies in my hands, Amelie," Turning to face her with a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips, he emphasizes the words.

"If you don't want those people to suffer in the future, then you should cooperate with me," He further threatens her, while she stares at the floor.

"I will cooperate, your Highness," Those words are the most difficult to say, but it doesn't look like she has a choice at this point. She has to protect her people from suffering.

"Good girl... As long as you're obedient, and satisfy me well on bed, then we won't have any problem, kitten," He chuckles softly, placing her palm on her head, and ruffles her hair slowly, while she grimaces in pure disgust.

"Guards! Guards!" He calls out after he removes his hand from her head, and two guards rush into the room.

"Yes, Your Highness," They both bows to him.

"Tell Lisa to take care of her, and bring her back to me," He says to the guards, before walking out through the door that leads out to the balcony of the large room.

"This way," The guard points to the door, and she glances over at the door through which he went out, before walking out with the guards.

"She's the princess that was brought here unconscious that day,"

"Wow! She used to be so beautiful. How come she's this dirty?"

"I feel bad for her. She must've been through a lot," Hearing whispers from the maidens she crosses paths with as she walks down the veranda with the guards, she can only feel pathetic.

Arriving at the door in the corridor minutes later, one of the guards knocks on the door.

"Greetings, lady Lisa. King Sebastian asked to bring you something," One of the guards says, and she almost scoffs. How could he refer to her as something? But that's not even her problem now, she has a lot going through her mind than let this disturb her.

The door suddenly opens, revealing a woman in her mid-fifties.

"I'll take it from here," She says to the guards, and they both glances at each other before they walk away.

"Come inside," Turning her attention to her, lady Lisa says to her and she hesitates before pushing her feet into her room that's extremely large and beautiful.

"The king will be waiting. Let's get you dressed," Lady Lisa says to her, but she walks over to the mirror standing on the table beside the woman's bed and stares at her reflection. Her long blonde hair looks tattered, her face looks pale, and her pair of green eyes look so sick. Her skin is dry like she's already aged.

Tears well up in her eyes as she slowly takes her hands to her cheeks, and touches them. She used to be so beautiful. As the only child of the king and the queen of Devontae, she earned so much respect, love, care, and attention from her parents, and her people. She was the apple of everyone's eyes, but now her life has been messed up by that bastard that calls himself a king.

"This is the way to the bathroom. You should wash off first," Lady Lisa's polite voice snaps her out of her deep thoughts. Lady Lisa further leads her to the bathroom.

"I'll do it myself," She manages to say once she's inside the beautiful large bathroom.

"Hmm," Lady Lisa nods her head, leaving her to take care of herself afterward.

An hour and a half later

After lady Lisa is done getting her dressed, she leads her to the king's chamber afterward.

"It's me, Lisa," Lady Lisa announces her presence as soon as they arrive at the king's doorstep, and his voice sounds from inside immediately like he has been waiting for her.

Pushing the door open, they both walk inside with Amelie trailing behind lady Lisa.

King Sebastian turns from the window side, but his mouth almost drops open when she sees Amelie looking so beautiful in the long purple blouse she's wearing. Is she the same woman that was here with him moments ago?

Chapter 3

"You may go, Lisa," Still having his eyes scrutinizing Amelie, he says to Lisa. Turning around, Lisa walks out of the room, and closes the door gently behind her, leaving the two inside the room.

"I never imagined you'll be this gorgeous. Wow! I must confess that you're one of the prettiest young ladies I've ever set my eyes on," He says in admiration, walking over to her.

"Am I supposed to say thank you for that? Of course, I know I'm beautiful," If only she can it to his face, it wouldn't have been a problem. For years, she has heard so many bad things about this king. Rumors had it that he's a pervert that sleeps with any woman he comes across, but what Amelie never imagined is a day like this when she'll eventually fall victim to this man. She never thought she'd ever meet him in person, let alone having to be his sex slave forever. That's sad.

Slowly, he runs the back of his palm on her right hand, up to her shoulder, while closing his eyes and enjoying every bit of the amazing feeling he's getting from the touch.

"Come here," He pulls her close to himself, and without waiting for another second, he slams his lips on hers, and she cringes as tears pour down her cheeks.

"Let me go!" She finally summons courage and pushes him off, spitting out in disgust afterward.

"You can't touch me without my consent. Stay away from me," She snaps at him angrily, as more tears pour down her cheeks. Even if she knows that she may regret this later, letting this disgusting man have his way with her is the last thing she'd allow to happen. Never!

"You shouldn't have done that, Amelie. You just shouldn't have," He slowly shakes his head as a smirk creeps up the corner of his lip.

"Stay away from me!" She snaps as she steps back in fright.

"Why not just kill me? You killed my parents, so what's the difference? Just take my life and stop this already," She barks at him while having her back pressed hard against the wall like she'd disappear into it if it suddenly opens.

"No, I won't kill you. Why should I kill you when you are useful to me? At least for now?" He chuckles dryly, but it only lasts for seconds as he stops abruptly, his face suddenly hardens with a dark and intimidating aura surrounding him.

Amelie panics as she beholds the dangerous look on his face, but there's no way she's ever going to fall for that.

"Don't ever think of getting me laid. I will never allow you to do that to me!" She snaps at him again, and his lips curve into a smirk until his lips are apart, revealing his perfect dentition.

"You'll eventually have no choice, Amelie. Don't get me pissed, and be a good girl if you don't want to regret this. You won't like what will happen if I lose it," His voice is full of sarcasm as he threatens her, but even with the calm look on his face, Amelie can sense the danger that's hovering over the atmosphere, and the power in his words.

He walks over to the small cabinet beside his bed and pulls out the drawer. Reaching out for the dagger resting peacefully in the drawer, he turns around and faces her.

"Wh...what are you doing with that? Are you going to rape me?" Her voice stutters nervously as she presses her back hard against the wall, but he just rolls his eyes and chuckles softly.

"I don't do that, Amelie. I never forced myself on any woman. That's the last thing I would think of. You know why?" He pauses and starts walking over to her. With every step he takes, she feels her heart racing rapidly as fear grips her. Even if she asked him to take her life, she can't still help but get scared of losing her life. At least not this way.

"Because I always get what I want. I don't need to force myself on a woman to satisfy myself. The stubborn ones, just like yourself, will eventually have to pay a price for saying 'no' to me," He whispers the last part, using the tip of the dagger to move the strand of her hair resting on her forehead, and her breath stops for some seconds.

"Strip, Amelie," He whispers to her ear, pulling away afterward.

"You have just five seconds to do it, or I'll do my worst. Your time starts now," He says to her, but she stands still. Even if she wants to do as he said, scared of what he would do next, her hands refuse to move. She finds them so heavy to move. Her heart beats rapidly against her chest.

"That's it. Come with me," He drags her hand and storms out of the room with her, slamming the door behind her.

"Let me go! Where are you taking me?" She cries out in pain as he drags her along the veranda.

Arriving at the prison a few minutes later, he stops and pushes her to the floor.

"Greetings, Your Highness," The guard on duty bows to him, but his eyes are on the prisoners that look so terrified by his presence.

"Bring her for me," He says to the guard while pointing at a young lady amongst the prisoners.

Opening the gate, the guard walks inside and drags the lady outside, ignoring her cries and pleas.

"Wh...what are you going? Let go of her!" Amelie tries to stop the guard from hurting the lady, but king Sebastian pushes her off with his leg, squatting in front of her afterward.

"Now, this will make you regret ever disobeying me," He says to her, and in a second, he stabs the lady that was just dragged out.

"Stop, please. I'll do whatever you want. Please don't hurt her," Amelie cries, while on her knees. Her body shakes visibly. She's yet to get over the trauma from few days ago, and this is happening again?

"It's too late," With that said, he pulls out the dagger from the lady's neck, and stabs her right there again, while the prisoners cry silently as they watch one of them gets killed before their eyes.

"This is what you get for disobeying me. This is what will happen anytime you disobey me. They will die one after the other, until it's just you here," He finally pulls out the dagger from the lady's neck, pushing her to the ground with his leg.

Amelie cries her eyes out as she stares at the lifeless body of the lady. Her heart hurts and bleeds in pain, but sadly, it's the beginning of no end for her. It seems like she's going to be stuck here for the rest of her life.

"Their lives are now in your hands. The chance of protecting them is now in your hands. You'll choose whether to let them die one after the other, or obey me, and they'll be safe," With that said, he turns around and walks away with the dagger that's dripping with blood...