Raped

Cold sweats dripped from Zara's forehead, as she walked to king Luther's chamber. She was scared and wondered why he summoned her so late at night.

'Is it because of Zane, or something else?'

Zara was grateful that Zane was asleep, else he wouldn't let her go alone, and she didn't want to infuriate king Luther more than he already is.

Taking a deep breath, Zara knocked on King Luther's door, dabbing her sweaty palms on her dress nervously.

"Come in," came a curt reply, and Zara walked in, bowing her head as she did.

"Y...you asked to see me," she stuttered, raising her head slightly to peek at him.

King Luther sneered, remembering how the little boy who looked just like her, spoke rudely to him.

"Come closer," he tells Zara in a husky voice.

Zara took a step closer, her heart throbbing fast against her chest. Yes, she was scared to be in Luther's presence, but she was more scared, knowing that her son was all alone in their small chamber. 'What if something happens to him?'

Luther's eyes were filled with both anger and lust as he stared at Zara. He had always wondered what was hidden behind the common clothes, she always wear. 

The only reason he didn't touch her for years was because she was with child and now that the child is all grown up, he didn't see a reason not to. After all, she was his wife and slave.

"Master, you summoned me," Zara repeated, when she saw that he was taking so long to speak.

"How dare you question me, slave?" Luther growled, in anger. 

Zara remained quiet with her head down. The only reason she was not rebellious and acted weak was because she now had a son, and she knew she had to watch her behavior, or he would be the one to face the consequences.

King Luther straightened and walked towards Zara. "Strip" he ordered in a voice filled with authority.

Zara gasped in shock. She has always prayed that a day like this would never come_A day when king Luther would take advantage of her body, but who was she kidding? Even she knew that it was only a matter of time before he started demanding sex, after all, they were married and she was his slave.

She racked her brain for an excuse, but she couldn't think of any. 'What should I do?' She mulled, her heart pounding fast against her chest.

"I won't repeat myself, slave_ Strip, or I'll ask my men to do it for you," King Luther rasped impatiently.

Zara took a step backward. "Master, please_ Zane is waiting for me in the chamber, he might get worried if I don't show up," Zara muttered the first thing that came to mind.

King Luther's eyes darkened. He was enraged at the mention of Zane, and at her defiance.

Slap!

He took a step toward Zara and landed a slap face while yanking her by her collar.

Zara yelped in pain, as she stumbled toward him. "Listen slave! I own you_ you are my slave. Slaves are not allowed to speak unless told to. And as a slave your master should be your first priority," King Luther gritted while tightening his grip on her collar.

Zara wheezed. "Please let go," she cried out weakly and in pain.

Slap!

King Luther landed another slap on her face. "I said slaves are not allowed to speak unless asked to," he growled, ripping her clothes apart.

Zara's fear shot up to an increasingly high level and her eyes welled up. she knew that nothing could save her now. Her fear of being raped was coming true, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. 

She tries to cover her naked body from King Luther's piercing gaze, but he yanked her hands away, pushing her roughly to the bed.

He ripped off his robe, while Zara ambled backward only to be pulled back by him. 

"Obey me, else, your bastard son suffers the consequences," Luther bellowed, spinning Zara around. so that she had her back to him.

Without wasting time, Luther hopped on Zara, yanking her hair hard while thrusting roughly into her. 

Ahh! Zara cried out in pain, struggling against him. however, the more she struggled, the rougher he became, as he plunged into her while groaning in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Zane woke up in the middle of the night,  darting his eyes around the slightly dim room. He used his hand to touch the side of the bed where his mother slept, but found it empty.

"Mother," he dubbed in his tiny voice. however, he got no reply.

'Where could she be?' he mulled, climbing down the bed.

Zane walked out of the room, in search of his mother, unbeknownst to him, two persons hid behind a pillar, watching him.

"He's outside the chamber, but I don't see his mother?" One of them whispered to the other.

"None of that matters. Let's seize this opportunity and get him," the other retorted also in a whisper...

They waited until Zane was close to the pillar they hid behind, and immediately covered his mouth, taking him with them.

...

Zara felt pain all over her body as walked out of King Luther's chamber. Tears streamed down her eyes as she remembered the way he molested and raped her. 

She felt disgusted and angry at the same. However, she was not angry at Luther, she was angry at the deities. How can they watch her and her people suffer such injustice, yet they did nothing? Are they punishing them for their sins?

Although Zara wanted nothing more than to have a bath and wash away King Luther's disgusting scent from her body, she thought of her son, who was all alone.

Zara wiped her tears while glancing at her torn clothes. She didn't want her son to see her in such a state, or he would be worried, so she decided to sneak in quietly, to change her clothes and cover her bruises.

However, when Zara enter the chamber, she was met with an empty room, and her heart stopped immediately. Zane!