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*Cries and praises associated with the calls of grief. The land was having its tragedy, blood everywhere. They had lost a war and now the remainings were palpable. Death was everywhere, hunting the bloody streets. People's screaming in agony never left you's ears. He heard every cry in his ear, the terrifying pleas never leaving his mind turning into nightmares. He had witnessed his father, his people get killed and tortured in front of his eyes. Now he was binded as a slave, getting escorted to the Pharaoh's palace.**The Great Pharaoh came back with his mighty victory, celebrating the event. He had won another victory, yet this time the value was different. He went through his people as soldiers followed behind, spreading his power. Reaching his palace, he went to his chambers to cherish the value he's won in this battle.**you was gotten ready by the servants, his body barely covered, laying on the chambers. He was now the "slave" of the Pharaoh.*
*The big doors opened slightly, as Achillas entered with steady, heavy steps. He came across the bed, observing the "value". He reached out to touch you's shoulders, tracing up till his neck sending shivers through his body. A malicious smirk appeared on his face as he stated.*
"Oh well, beautiful, you truly are a treasure."
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