The Pharaoh and His Desire

Chapter 6

Noa

"Well. Noa. You have a choice to make." he stated, his smooth, silky voice ringing through the halls.

"And what choice would that be?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow and continuing to stare up at the god in front of me.

"Well...." he started to circle me so I couldn't follow him anymore and instead chose to look straight ahead trying to ignore the leering stares.

"General Abrax said that he captured you as a gift to me.... A foreign slave that he stumbled upon during his travel back to Memphis after his victory in the north... and while I'm pleased about his victory I must say, I'm much more pleased by the gift that stands before me..." he said in a content voice, his long, slender fingers picking up a strand of my silky hair and slowly bringing it up to his nose. Inhaling my scent I heard a small growl of satisfaction emanating from him like a jaguar assessing their prey.

"You're much more interesting than any victory..." he whispered into my ear, causing my whole body to tremble and my core to clench.

My eyes widened, horrified at the reaction my body was unwillingly having to this sexist asshole. I obviously hit my head in the bath house or something...

Trying to avoid the effect he was having on me and feeling his burning gaze, I finally began to scan my surroundings.

The hall was larger than the Smithsonian museum I had been in just earlier today and gold leafed columns held the large architecture in place. I was sure if you screamed the echo would go on forever with how massive and empty the room seemed. Glancing around I realized the hall was filled with men and women, older and younger who were dressed in the finest silks I had ever seen and extravagant jewellery that brought their clothes to life. The women's hair was long, black and silky, everyone having a unique intricate hairstyle with flawless makeup to match. 

If this was hell they sure did put a lot of work into making sure everyone looked good. Then again everyone in Lucifer was gorgeous so maybe Netflix wasn’t that far off. Possibly they really were embracing one of the seven deadly sins? Vanity... something that the man circling me clearly had. No one was that gorgeous and didn't know it, especially if he was the king of this place.

Eventually, I snapped back to the realization that he had yet to make me aware of this "choice".

"You mentioned a choice?" I asked with annoyance ringing in my voice, finally meeting his gaze; the air getting knocked out of me instantly as I was made aware of his piercing gold eyes again. How could I forget...

I swallowed hard and crossed my arms, waiting for him to speak as he began walking back to his throne, his movements so fluid and graceful that it seemed like he was floating.

Sitting down he used two fingers to call over a few beautiful women, their skin deep and their eyes a warm, golden brown. Their beauty caused me to shrink back into myself as I covered my much larger chest the best I could.

"Do you know how things work here?" he said, his eyes never leaving me as the girls who stood on either sides of him began to undo the top of their halter dresses. My eyes widened when I realized they were about to become topless in .5 seconds.

"EXCUSE ME!?" I shouted barely having a chance to cover my eyes before I saw the fabric drop in a blur.

"Are you insane!?!?!?" I nearly yelled, moving my hands in such a way that I could only see the Pharaoh through a c***k in my fingers. I regretted moving them even that much because the amused look on his face made me want to punch him.

"Well, that's interesting..." I heard him whisper as the people around me chuckled lightly under their breath.

My hands dropped instantly as I looked around and glared at the people who were laughing, the anger boiling in my blood as my cheeks flushed a bright red. "THIS IS FUNNY!?!" I finally screamed, causing the chuckles to turn into deep frowns and heads to shake in disapproval.

"ENOUGH!" a loud voice boomed through the hall causing me to jerk my head in the direction of the sound, the Pharaoh's amused smirk was now replaced with an emotion I couldn't quite place.

"AS I SAID.. You have a choice. Be my s*x slave. "

"Or?" I asked with a raised brow, my hands crossing over my chest again as I flicked my hip out waiting for the other option. "You said choice. Right? A choice requires two options." Was he stupid?

I ignored the look of shock that graced his flawless face for a brief second before he continued, his aureate eyes now dark and stormy with rage.

"OR be thrown outside like a common worker slave. The life expectancy is no more than 365 suns and they are commonly starved and beaten."

"Well that doesn't sound ideal... " I mumbled softly, seeing a small smirk of victory cross over his succulent lips. "But... given your size, I bet that thing between your legs would rip me apart the very first time you entered me." I said while waving my index finger in a circle, pointed towards his groin.

He let out a small burst of air that I believed was probably the closest thing to a laugh he had ever approached.

I'm not joking.... I thought to myself, which I noticed caused him to quirk his brow, almost like he had heard me. I said that to myself... didn't I?

"These women have done just fine and they're much shorter than you…” he motioned towards a section of women that I now realized were all kneeling gracefully, their eyes trained on the floor.

Ew.. gross... how many were there? There must've been at least 50... I thought with disgust and unfortunately also a hint of jealousy.

"There are much more than 50..." he said in a soft and deep voice.

"OKAY!  WHAT. THE. f**k. Are you in my head or something!?!" I yelled angrily, my head whipping back around towards him, as usual I was met with his amused smirk.

"You really aren't from around here... are you..." he said with a curious twinkle in his golden eyes.

"I choose the worker slave 1 year alive thing." I said in a quick voice, my stubbornness making the choice as usual. Besides, if this was hell it wouldn't matter anyway...

A confused look passed across his face, as if he hadn’t heard me again but he quickly returned to a stoic expression and waved his hand.

"She's made her choice, send her to the outside camp with the other slaves." he said in a calmly, indifferent voice. As the words passed through his lips conversations softly resumed around the hall and it was like the current situation had never even taken place.

"But my Pharaoh...." I heard the worry of a man's voice and turned my head to see it was indeed the brute who had captured me.

The Pharaoh did not speak and instead only gave the large man a harsh stare.

"As you wish..." he said with a sigh before motioning for me to follow him. I didn't want to make a scene so I did as he said and followed him out of the hall and down the cold steps, shivering as I realized the temperature must have dropped at least twenty degrees.

"You really should learn to keep your mouth shut" he grumbled, turning back to me with a look of concern on his face. "The Pharaoh is not one to forgive and with the way you just disrespected him in there I'm sure he'll have you killed by midday tomorrow." His tempestuous hazel eyes were enough to make me look away.

"What do you mean by disrespect? He's the one who had half naked girls undress in front of an entire city!?!" I said in utter astonishment. Was this guy serious?

As we reached the bottom of the steps he quickly pulled me to the side, slamming me up against the side of the staircase and looking down at me, his lips pulled into a tight line of frustration.

"He is a GOD, you dared to look upon him without permission, to speak to him as if he were some commoner, to challenge him. You must have a death wish." he whispered in a low and serious voice.

"I'm already dead." I said in a bored tone, rolling my eyes and trying to push him back, not liking how close he was or the fact that his grip on my upper arms was sure to leave a bruise. Add it to the list. 

"What?" he asked as he released me and took a few steps back in confusion, looking me up and down.

"Obviously I'm already dead." I repeated to him again. "Like all of you." I said, my hands flying around in the area to prove my point.

"My lady.. You must be confused... we are not dead." he said slowly, approaching me as if I were a bomb he had to disarm.

My blood ran cold at his words. "Wha....what do you mean..." I finally asked, although it felt like someone else was moving my lips because I was frozen.

"I mean... we are very, very much alive. If you were to run a spear through me right now I would bleed out and die. As would everyone else... except well... his family."

I didn't have to ask who "he" was, because I already knew it was the god that I had just gone head to head with a few moments ago.

Without even thinking my hand darted out to the man's belt and I unsheathed one of his daggers, barely grazing it against my skin as I winced at the pain of the fresh cut, blood emerging immediately.

"f**k me...." I said in a deadly solemn tone.