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"Perhaps," Gideon said, staring down at Ellis' body. Deep down he was glad the boy seemed to be aware of his place. Now that he was here, there was no title on him. He was nothing more than a slave. The tyrant's new toy. No more, no less. "But I allowed you to wear this, so you should just be grateful."

Gideon began to dig into his food, a large plate in front of him, proper for a man as huge as himself. "Dig in, you need all the energy you can get," He commanded.

"You know, I bet your father is relieved I took you as a prisoner," He chuckled, shaking his head. "I mean, I've heard he's ashamed of having you as his son. A boy born with a cunt? I'm sure it wasn't what he expected of his first son. Someone told me he was expecting you to die before you even made it to my palace," He laughed, mocking and cruel.

"That's why I pity you. Your asshole of a father pretty much sent you here to die, didn't bother protecting you," Gideon's eyes stared right into Ellis' own. "Your father isn't the saint you think he is. I'm sure you've dealt with his rejection for years, because he's ashamed of what you have between your legs," He stood up, walking over to Ellis. "Are you ashamed of that, too?"