Chapter 8 — Seeds of Rebellion
The air inside the dungeon was damp and foul. The stone walls sweated moisture, and the iron bars lining each small cell were covered in rust. Chains hung from ceilings like the arms of dead men.
Kael sat cross-legged on the rough floor of his cramped cell, sharpening a piece of broken iron against the stone wall. His movements were slow, methodical. He needed weapons. He needed allies.
And most of all — he needed loyal slaves.
In front of him, four women knelt, naked and collared, their chains clinking softly in the darkness.
Selene.
Lyria.
Rina.
Talia.
Lira, the palace attendant, sat pressed against the bars nearby, trembling. She wasn't a prisoner — not formally — but her heart was shackled just as surely as any chain could bind.
Kael's eyes, cold and commanding, swept over them.
"Soon," he growled, "this prison will burn. But only the worthy will stand beside me. The rest will be broken—or left behind."
Selene met his gaze with defiant anger. Her perfect skin was marred by bruises, but her spirit was yet unbroken.
Kael gestured sharply.
"Selene. Come here."
She hesitated, just a second. A second too long.
In a flash, Kael seized her chain and yanked, sending her sprawling onto her hands and knees. She gasped as her bruised knees scraped against the rough stone.
He hauled her forward until her face was inches from his crotch.
"If you will not kneel willingly, you will kneel by force."
Selene's lips curled into a snarl—but Kael only chuckled, his rough hand threading into her hair and forcing her downward.
At his silent signal, Rina moved — obedient now, her will crushed by long nights of punishment and harsh lessons. She knelt beside Selene, head bowed, hands behind her back, the perfect image of submission.
Kael's cock twitched with anticipation.
"Watch, Selene," he whispered cruelly. "Watch what a broken woman looks like."
Without a word, Rina opened her mouth obediently, allowing Kael to push himself between her lips. She moaned softly around him, her tongue worshipping his shaft like a holy relic.
Selene's fists clenched at her sides, but Kael caught the faint tremor in her body.
She's close.
So close to breaking.
Beside them, Lyria whimpered softly, her body trembling in fear and arousal. She was already broken — her spirit shattered by nights of degradation. She crawled forward on instinct, desperate for Kael's attention.
Kael allowed her to kiss along his thigh, trailing her tongue in desperate need, while Rina continued to suck him eagerly.
And then there was Talia — ever the willing pet — who practically squirmed in excitement as she watched.
"May I please serve you too, Master?" Talia breathed, her voice dripping with lust and longing.
Kael smirked darkly.
"Later."
He grabbed Selene by the jaw, forcing her to watch every slow, humiliating thrust into Rina's mouth.
"This is your future, noble whore. Stripped of pride, owned by my cock."
Selene trembled. Rage. Shame. And somewhere deep beneath it — lust.
Kael could see it.
He released her roughly, letting her slump onto the stone.
"Think on it."
"Decide if you want to suffer worse… or kneel willingly."
He stood, pulling Rina up by her hair and forcing her to her knees, using her abused throat like a toy, fucking her face mercilessly until she gagged and choked, tears running down her cheeks.
And yet, she smiled through the humiliation.
Talia licked her lips hungrily. Lyria whimpered and pressed her body closer to the cold floor, desperate to be noticed.
Meanwhile, Selene sat there, heart pounding, mind in chaos.
"Tomorrow," Kael said, his voice low and dangerous, "the rebellion begins."
"Choose your place, Selene."
Chains rattled. A distant guard shouted. Somewhere above, the walls trembled.
The prison was ready to collapse.
And Kael was ready to rise.