9- 'I'll be your Slave'
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Emanuel felt his temper rise up. His hands formed a fist and his face turned angry. He walked into the room and slammed the door loudly to get the attention of the two people in the room.
Princess jumped from shock as she turned her head to look at the king.
'Uh oh..' Princess whispered.
Marcel stares at Emanuel with wide eyes as he sat on the floor. Few minutes passed and everyone was silent. The king took deep breaths while still staring at the guard with narrowed eyes.
Princess quickly stood up and ran towards Emanuel and hugged his thighs.
'I'm sorry daddy please don't be angry at me.' she said while looking up at him but his stares were still situated on Marcel.
'He's my friend, I really wanted a friend!'
'Go to your room.' Emanuel said in a low voice.
'What?' Princess asked as she stared up at the king.
'Now.' Emanuel finally moved his eyes to the little and flared his nostrils angrily. He really didn't want to lose his temper in front of her because she might be afraid of him.
Princess turned to Marcel but before she could speak she felt a tug on her arm roughly. The king pulled her arms and started dragging her towards the door making her scream. He flung it open and tossed her to the guard at the door briefly telling him to bring the princess to her room and not to bother him.
Once the door closed and it was just the King and the guard in the room, Marcel immediately kneel in front of him with his head hung low.
'Your highness....'
'Shut up!'
Marcel shivered at his loud voice. He had only heard of the king's temper before. Never had he witnessed it. Even during their first encounter, the king didn't raise his voice. He was calm and collected at the time. But right now he resembled a beast, hungry to devour the fresh meat that he just killed.
'How dare you come into my chambers so casually and converse with a royal. Let alone my Princess!'
The king's voice went from low to high scaring Marcel even more. Marcel decided to keep still and quiet, even though on the inside he was fearing for his life.
A few seconds pass before he heard footsteps and was jerked up from the collar by the king. The king grabbed his hair to make him look up into his eyes.
'I guess sweeping crap in the barn isn't enough to get through that thick head of yours, huh?' the king asked rhetorically.
'Please, do whatever you want just to spare my life. I'm begging you, your highness.' Marcel begged with a trembling voice.
'Did I ask you to speak?' the king whispered near his face before throwing him on the floor roughly. Marcel quickly shut his eyes and looked down.
'Although, I'm enjoying the begging. Keep going.' the king said walking around Marcel in circles.
Marcel was shocked for a second and stayed on the floor unmoving. Emanuel loved the helpless look the boy had on. It was adorable and almost sensual. For a moment he almost forgot that he was supposed to be angry. But that temper came back immediately when Marcel started shuffling.
'I said beg!' He screamed.
'I-I'm sorry, sir. P-please...I'll do anything. I'll clean the barns permanently. I'll do the dishes, scrub the floors. I'll be your slave! Please just don't kill me. My father would be crushed if he found out! I beg you, sire.' he started saying really quickly.
'What was that?' the king stopped walking and stared at him with a smirk.
'I-I don't understand, your highness.'
'Say that again.' He bent down and grabbed his chin so their eyes met.
'My father would be crushed if I-'
'Before that.'
'I'll......be your slave.' Marcel stuttered out while being captivated by the king's emerald eyes.
'Say it again. Say it as you mean it. I want to hear your voice begging me to save your pathetic life. Tell me what you will do for me. Beg me!' The king shouted. The image of Marcel kneeled on the ground with his head pulled back mad his anger very quickly turn into lust.
'I......I don't know what to say. Please, I'll do anything. Just tell me what you want me to do, I'll do it.'
'Are you stupid? I can walk out that door right now and tell anyone to do anything and they would do it. What makes you any special?'
Emanuel was testing him. He wanted to see what he could do with the boy before actually deciding on killing him. Although the thought of that didn't sit well with him. Something about Marcel was just interesting. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with Marcel, but he wanted to hear it from the trembling boy himself.
'So tell me, bonbon. What can I do with that body of yours if I let it live? And don't waste my time.'
' I'll clean the castle, every inch of it!'
'Try again.' the king taunted while resting his back on the drawer and staring at the boy waiting for the exact thing he had in mind to come out of his mouth.
'I'll never speak to the Princess again, she'll never see me. I promise!'
'I love just having my time wasted. Please keep saying stupid things while I think of ways to slit your throat.' he replied sarcastically.
'Look I don't know what to do! But I promise you, you won't regret it. I'll serve you the best I can. I'll do it with a smile. You can use me as a s*x slave for all I care!!'
This made Emanuel's lip tug up.
'Bingo.'
Marcel's eyes shot up to the king. Did he really just say that? Was he that afraid for his life that he stuttered out something so lewd? What did he get himself into?
'Im sorry....I-'
'Are you already going back on your words? Should I summon the executor?'
Marcel's eyes widened at his words.
'No! I'll do it. Please! I'll do it.'
'Good bonbon.' Emanuel said and started removing his watches and putting it on the gold tray next to his chest. Marcel started shivering when he saw the king removing his accessories and proceeded to his belt. Was he going to do something to him right now?
Marcel started trampling more when he sees the kings naked chest walking towards him.
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