When he woke up, he was sitting in a cell, chained to the wall with iron shackles along with other boys. Some older, some younger, but all in the same dumb mood, as if they couldn't understand what just happened.

"Where are we?" Shane tried to ask, but his voice sounded weaker than usual.

"Rinsel camp..." Lynn said, his eighteen-year-old biological brother. He was the eldest of the commander's sons and always knew how to deal with any situation. However, he didn't sound like that at the moment.

"Camp? In Lacris?" Shane didn't understand.

The young man nodded, as if he couldn't explain the situation better.

"The commander is..." Shane asked, but he was interrupted by the sound of metal banging against metal.

"Our commander personally enjoyed his neck...his luck was incomparable," one of the soldiers laughed, who opened the cell and entered.

Lynn looked up at him in fury, tried to break free of the handcuffs and kicked him hard, but the soldier only laughed out of amusement.

"The information was correct...you really are great sources of luck," he stated, "I can't wait to see you tamed," the soldier was amused, making Lynn cough in shock with a simple punch to the stomach.

He bent down and roughly grabbed him by the hair, twisted his neck back and gripped it fiercely with his other hand, "You gave the guys a hard time yesterday...I want to enjoy you personally, Lacrisan," he laughed.

The moment the soldier leaned his face towards him, Lynn spat at him in anger and tried to kick him again. Disgusted, the soldier straightened up and wiped the drool on his clothes before bending down again and kicking Lynn hard in the face. The young man glared at him in anger, spat bloody saliva on the ground and growled furiously.

Shane just watched in silence as the soldier laughed and stomped hard on Lynn's thigh. His brother stifled a scream, but as the soldier repeated the stomp and a pop echoed through the room, the cell filled with the boy's screams.

"AAAAAGH-ágh!" Lynn snapped with his cuffed hands as something broke his leg and tried to pull his thigh out from under the soldier. However, the guy was having a good time and instead moved his leg up, forcing his thighs apart and getting up to his crotch, where he pushed roughly.

"Nghá!" Lynn yelled, glaring at the soldier. However, he was having fun, so the pressure on Lynn's crotch increased.

The moment the soldier laughed and raised his foot again in an attempt to stomp on Lynn's sensitive spots, Shane yelled along with his brother's screams, "Stop it! Stop it now!"

The soldier looked at him dispassionately and pulled his leg away from Lynn, "Shut up,...I wasn't planning to start with you yet...I'm not into children," he clarified.

"I'm not a child, I'm ten!" Shane growled.

The soldier laughed and slowly leaned towards him, "Since you're not a child...should I tell the guys to join you in some grown-up fun?" he cupped his cheeks and studied his expression.

"Leave him alone!" Lynn yelled, snapping his cuffed hands in anger, only to amuse the soldier and force him to grip Shane tighter. He lifted Shane's chin to his and locked his black gaze with Shane's blue.

"Don't worry...the commander will find a use for you," he laughed.

Shane took the opportunity and when the soldier run his other hand gently down his cheek, he bite him roughly.

"Agh!" the soldier withdrew his palm and stood up in shock, "Bastard." He kicked Shane in the side. When Shane didn't respond, he kicked him harder and continued his rage until Lynn next to him kicked him with his good leg.

The other childrens tried to stand up in anger for their half-brothers. The soldier only clenched his teeth in irritation as the captives angered him.

"You little...just wait," the soldier growled and disappeared from the cell.

For a moment, the boys were satisfied with the win...albeit a small one, but after the fight with the soldiers, who massacred everyone close to them, at least they tried to hold on to it in some kind of will to defiance. For now, Shane tried to talk to Lynn.

He found out that last night a top group of the Rinsel Army attacked the village and massacred everyone for some unknown reason. They were the only survivors of the entire village, no one escaped. For a moment, Shane couldn't believe that there was anyone in the world stronger than their kind. He knew that Rinsel had a strong army...but he had never heard of them destroying villages in Lacris.

Anyway, he tried to push the scene he saw in the village out of his mind, he tried not to think about the faces and bodies of the people he had taken as his role models all his life. He tried not to think about the fact that those beautiful moments were ruined.

He tried to focus on who he had left, he tried to focus on Lynn and the remaining siblings. He believed that this would be resolved, he believed that Luck would help them, and he believed that all of his remaining brothers would be okay...but he was wrong.

That evening they were all taken out of the cell. At night, in the middle of the camp, the soldiers organized a party where all the remaining Lacrisans were lined up next to each other.

"Each of you has the opportunity to stay alive and serve a better purpose...those who surrender and submit can join one of the soldiers as his source of luck," the commander explained.

The Lacrisans were silent.

"Don't be foolish like your commander, whose pride caused all your loved ones to fall under our swords," he clarified.

But the Lacrisans remained silent.

"Nobody wants to submit?" he asked again, "We'll have fun whether you do it willingly or not. I'm giving you the option to avoid harsh methods." he added.

"Your atrocities are nothing to break us!" Lynn screamed, "Kill us all...Lacrisians are proud on every side of the sword!" he shouted.

"Oh, really?" the soldier laughed, "Uneducated children...I see that none of you have been to Rinsel and seen the importance of obeying the masters. Your nation has been subservient to us for centuries...so proud." he laughed.

"None of us have masters...we're free!" Lynn shouted.

Shane watched the situation unfold. He had no idea what was happening, he had no idea where everything was going, but his insides were filled with anger, sadness and, for the first time in his life, fear, as he didn't know what would happen.

"Your choice t. Bring them," the soldier ordered, whereupon one of the men brought a bag to the Lacrisans and poured out iron collars, full of strange markings.

"Don't you know what submission is?" he laughed, "Never mind, disobedient Lacrisans deserve a lesson, don't they?" he picked up and waved one of the collars, "One for each!"

The moment the soldiers approached the Lacrisans, they all started to fight back. But it was of no use, and soon everyone ended up with a piece of metal around their neck. However, the humiliation they felt was nothing compared to the pain that followed shortly after.

The screams of the young Lacrisans filled the camp as traces of agony were etched into their bodies, young tears wet the dry ground and many of them were shown for the first time in their lives what pain is. Black marks burned through their necks, each of them reconsidered their behavior at that moment, and each of them remained half-stunned on the ground, as they had never experienced the touch of bad luck on their bodies.

Shane's eyes were also streaming thick tears, he was gasping for air and trying to break free from the shackles binding his hands as his neck burned. He felt like he couldn't breathe, he felt like he was going to throw up even though he hadn't eaten anything...and he felt like it would never stop. He wanted it to go away, he would have given anything to stop the feeling...but in the end he wasn't the one who screamed.

"Enough! ÁÁgh-ángááh! Enough!" one of the older boys screamed, before he was approached by one of the soldiers.

"Will you submit?" he asked.

"I-I-aagh! Ah-yes-ahh! P-please, enough…stop-aagh!" the boy on the ground trembled.

Shane glared at his sibling, who immediately broke down. The soldier laughed contentedly, removing the collar from his neck, and although the black mark didn't disappear, the boy's pain was at least momentarily relieved before the others continued on.

Shane moaned loudly on the ground, gasping for air and clutching his eyelids. It took some time for the scream to be heard again before another one of the boys submitted and was moved into the hands of their new Rinselians, with whom no better life awaited them.

Before Shane knew it there were only four left...and soon there were only two.

"The commander's sons are different, aren't they?" the commander of the soldiers laughed.

"AAAAgh!" Lynn screamed in pain as the soldier touched the black stone in his palm, causing Lacrisan to shriek in tears.

Shane couldn't see exactly what was going on, how intense his own pain was. Somewhere in the corner of his eye he saw how the soldier bent down to his brother, saw how he touched his cheek with his tongue, how he tasted his tears. And then he only heard a scream. A piercing, agonizing roar that nearly burst his eardrums as he lay close to Lynn filled him with fear.

Every cell in his body filled with terror at the thought of what the young Lacrisan must be going through. He wept loudly at the thought that he would soon experience such a thing himself. He bit his lip in shame at himself, but when Lynn collapsed after a moment and the soldier walked over to him, he sobbed loudly again.

"And you, boy?" the commander asked.

Shane was shaking in terror, he couldn't breathe, tears were flowing from his eyes, and he tried in vain to get out of his chain when the guy touched his cheek.

Shane had experienced a lot of pain in his young life as he was trained for interrogations...but no one had ever prepared him for the pain of having his luck stolen, not with tears. That's why when he experienced it for the first time, when it combined with the pain from the black collar and all the sensations, he couldn't think anymore. His consciousness was gone and he was no longer aware.

Everyone but the two of them submitted that night, and for a long time Shane didn't know what happened to them.

Lynn and he sat in the same cell where all the Rinselans from the camp came to visit them. Every day they took their luck, every day for fun they tortured them to their heart's content. Shane didn't know when it was night, when it was day, he had the impression, that he was going mad with fear and pain, even though he didn't get as much attention as Lynn.

Until then, Shane thought he knew all the torture practices...but he didn't...he didn't know all of them at all. However, during the long months in the camp, he had the opportunity to watch them every single day...some with his own skin, some not. Some he could never forget, some he luckily did.

However, the day his brother was raped for the first time in front of his eyes, he remembered clearly. It was the day he lost faith that he would get out of the camp.

Shane was gagged, one of the soldiers kept him facing his brother and whispered in his ear to watch if he didn't want to be toyed with too. Shane didn't want to...but after he realized what rape even meant, after he realized what the soldiers were doing between with Lynn and why his brother was fighting back more than usual, Shane, afraid that it would happen to him as well, he watched everything.

Shane watched as the soldier penetrated Lynn for the first time, watched his brother's suffering, his fear and disgust...watched the force of the whole process...watched their stout bodies fucking his brother's soul, Lynn's screams and after a few rounds weak pleas for mercy. He watched it all and hated himself for it every single day.

Lynn didn't speak to him again after the event. Shane tried to calm him down but it was no use and the brother looked like he had completely broken down.

As much as Shane tried to tell himself it wouldn't happen again, he was wrong. The soldiers visited them again...and again...Lynn's body repeatedly went through hell and reached a level when it was enough that someone walked by their cell for him to cry in terror and hide in the corner of the cell.

Shane wasn't a victim of sexual violence at the time, but he always had to watch the soldiers having fun with Lynn. Shane never wanted to, he couldn't bear to see his dearest brother in similar humiliation, in similar pain...but he had no choice.

Whenever he wanted to refuse and not look, one touch on the black stone that filled his neck and body with agony was enough to make him submit and beg in tears to watch as they wanted him to. Shane hated how weak he was, hated that he couldn't do anything, hated that he always broke.

Lynn was humiliated every day , his mind was more fragile than anyone thought...and when the soldiers visited them one day after a few months, out of his mouth came words that Shane didn't expect.

"Please...no today," he lay and gave Shane a blank look with which he muttered, "I-I...I'm not the only one here...p-please..."

Shane blinked in horror as Lynn just offered him to the soldiers. He looked up at the guy who had to laugh at the offer. His attention shifted to Shane but they didn't touch him.

Once again he was just forced to watch.

Some time passed before everyone was pulled out of cells again. Shane hadn't seen the sun in months, hadn't smelled fresh air, and hadn't walked long distances in so long that his legs would fail him every time he took a few steps. However, he didn't have to stand through the entire theater.

In the first hour, it was a public performance, for the entertainment of the soldiers. Shane watched as all of his brothers turned into the toys of the Rinsel soldiers, as if they had never even possessed pride. The older ones became their sex-toys, while the younger became their source of luck.

"Months of fun ended in failure...as I heard...there is still a kid who didn't submit," the commander clarified, clutching a black stone in his hand.

Shane, who knew the stone very well, straightened up in fear and backed away on the ground...however, a pair of strong hands grabbed him and held him.

"Who wants to be the first to tame the commander's son?" he laughed.

"Me!" one of the soldiers shouted, climbing towards them with his Lacrisan.

Shane stared at one of his half-brothers, his eyes no longer focused in his direction, his expression blank, his bare body visibly destroyed, as new pain filled Shane's insides.

"I heard that you didn't even help your brother with the guys," the commander laughed, "You think you don't have to? Do you think he will forget you? Don't you feel sorry for your brother? He thinks it's your fault." He laughed.

"My fault?" Shane muttered and looked at the ground, "No, it's not...it's not..."

He wanted to help his brother, he tried...but he didn't know how...however, even if Shane try to convince himself, somewhere in his soul he knew that if it wasn't for him, the soldiers wouldn't have tried so hard...if he hadn't been watching, the soldiers wouldn't have hurt Lynn so much...if he wasn't so weak. But Shane couldn't resist it...facing the black collar, facing the fear...Shane couldn't stop the soldiers...or even swap with his brother.

"Isn't it?" the commander laughed.

"I-it's not..." Shane muttered.

The soldier laughed, "Okay, let's play then...Lacrisians love games, don't they?" he was having fun.

"Games?" Shane didn't understand.

"You can choose," the soldier began with the words which became one the Shane's worst nightmares, "brother or the boy." he nodded to the other Lacrisan and drew his sword.

"Choose? What do you mean?" Shane didn't understand.

"Whose life will we play for, boy," he explained.

"What?" Shane blinked.

"If you don't choose, I'll kill them together," he had swords put to their necks.

Shane clearly looked at the pair of people he had seen in completely different situations not long ago and gasped in disbelief. He didn't know if the soldier was joking and hesitated. However, he hesitated for too long... one of the blades dug into Lynn's neck, after which Shane inexplicably screamed the name of the boy who in his soul was a bit below his brother.

Angry at himself as he chose, he stared at the soldier who looked like he was enjoying himself.

"Nice choice," he laughed, "and now for the game...you know your collar very well, kid." he nodded to his neck where the invisible marks were.

Terrified, Shane grabbed them and looked at the black stone in the man's palm, "I don't want to...play," he muttered childishly, but at that moment he couldn't help but pull back in terror in the memory of the pain that always filled him when using the disgusting thing .

"It doesn't matter...the game is simple...if you keep quiet, he will survive...if not, his blood will be on your hands," he joked.

"Wh-what?" he didn't understand, but the guy didn't give him a chance to think.

"Here we go," he declared and simply grabbed the black stone connected to Shane's black collar.

A wave of agony washed over his body, how he couldn't breathe, how the thing was strangling and torturing him at the same time. Excruciating pain filled his insides and he gritted his teeth as he realized he couldn't scream. But it wasn't possible, he couldn't do it, it was too much and no matter how hard he tried, no matter how he turned his suffering into tears and whimpers, he couldn't take...and the agony scream left his mouth.

,,ААААGH!" he screamed in revelation as the grip of the collar suddenly loosened and he was finally allowed to take a breath. His heart was beating frantically, his neck was on fire and his muscles were shaking convulsively, the unbearable sensations the collar was causing him.

"Unpleasant," the soldier said, nodding to the guy next to him.

"N-no...n-no..." Shane recovered, "wait...p-please-ah! AAAGH!" he yelled in shock as the guy simply slashed the boy's neck.

The blood splashed up to him, the boy fell to the ground and Shane watched in horror as the pool of blood came his way.

He couldn't believe that the soldier had done it, he couldn't believe that one of his screams had actually taken the life of his half-brother, but he didn't have a chance to think for a long time. As the soldier spoke to him again.

"Never mind, round two...again you can choose...brother or the other boy." he nodded to the soldier who drew his Lacrisan and tossed him to Lynn's side.

Shane glared at the soldier. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his eyes filled with rage, anger and fear that he couldn't stay quiet under the pain from the collar. But the soldier was having a great time, and whatever Shane did, he got his way.

Fearing for his brother's life, Shane involuntarily chose the other Lacrisan again and only closed his eyelids in terror when he saw the man move his palm to the black stone. A convulsive grip, agony flooded his body, forcing him to pound the ground madly. His mind forgot what was going on, his muscles tightened in agony and try as he might, Shane couldn't hold back a cry of despair.

It was too intense...unbearable and Shane began to beg almost as soon as the stone's effect wore off, with how little he could breathe, with how little his hoarse voice could produce anything.

"Please don't...I'm sorry... please... please... don't-hurt him, no-aaaagh! AAAÁgh-no!" he screamed as the soldier slashed the other Lacrisan's neck. Shane watched as his second half-brother fell to the ground, his blood joining the first pool and soaking into the ground.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, hoarse gasps for air came out of his mouth, he was shaking and unable to get intelligible words out.

"Never mind," the soldier laughed and lightly grabbed his black ring, "we're moving on...you can choose."

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Nielle was walking down the halls of the palace intending to have fun with his Lacrisans when something caught his eye that made him stop. As he passed by the red torture chamber, he looked at its door and was surprised to find that someone had left it open. He frowned in displeasure as he couldn't believe that someone had made such a fundamental mistake and with a deep sigh he went into it.

He wasn't feeling well, his breathing was getting worse, he felt weaker than he should be and his muscles were starting to hurt. The classic signs of a lack of luck were upon him before he knew it, and Nielle knew he shouldn't linger.

However, he couldn't allow anyone to find out about Shane's condition and report it to the king, so it was really crucial that the room had to be locked. Not that anyone would dare enter it, but Nielle intended to be careful just in case.

He walked to the door and grabbed it, intending to close it, when he was caught by sounds from within. Nielle peered into the room, where he saw no one but Shane. He thought for a moment before entering and closing the door behind him.

He walked over to Shane lying on the bed and looked down at him.

"Do you know how much trouble you've caused me, Lacrisan?" he asked, even though he knew he wouldn't answer him.

Shane was frowning slightly, mumbling something to himself at times as if he had a bad dream, and Nielle watched him for a moment. Shane shivered roughly, moving his fingers gently around him. After a moment he lifted them to his chest and moved them to his neck. Before Nielle could react he dug his nails roughly into the skin.

Nielle caught his fingers in a second, "Stop...are you crazy?"

However, Shane didn't stop, but keep digging his nails deeper into his neck, creating bloody scratches.

Nielle pulled his hands down from his neck, "We're going to Alycante in a moment, do you want everyone to ask me what's wrong with your neck? Put those hands down."

However, Shane didn't look like he wanted to cooperate. Although he was unconscious, although he had no control over what he was doing, his body subconsciously responded to the attack. Before Nielle could react, Shane's hand grabbed his and roughly pulled him close.

Surprised, Nielle grabbed the edge of the bed as he tried to stay on his feet, but Lacrisan had already pulled him close enough and trapped him under him. Shane's eyelids opened slightly, his blue eyes fixed on Nielle, who blinked at him in shock. Shane didn't seem to be conscious, his expression was clouded as if he didn't notice anything, and Nielle lay under him in confusion for a moment before trying to get up.

However, Shane wouldn't let him, holding his arms firmly above his head, his legs immobilizing Nielle's in a revealing spread position. Nielle was embarrassed to find that he couldn't move.

"What the hell you think you're doing?" he shouted at him, although he was aware that his Lacrisan wasn't conscious.

"I don't want to...choose," Shane said quietly and grabbed Nielle by the neck with his other hand.

Nielle gasped in surprise as the grip tightened in seconds. Shane's fingers dug into his skin, making Nielle gasp painfully as he couldn't breathe. He tried to move his hands above his head, but couldn't. He didn't understanding how could Shane immobilize him and tried to get from under him. However, the reaction to his defense was only a tightening of the grip on his neck.

"Ngh-" he panicked as he couldn't get any air in and was just trying in vain to free himself from under Shane.

Nielle could defend himself well, usually, he was more capable in combat and self-defense than his brothers, but at this moment he felt really exhausted after a long time. He didn't know if it was because of how terribly unlucky he was, he didn't know if it was because of how drained he was after the whole day...but at this moment he couldn't defend himself at all.

Shane continued to choke him roughly, and Nielle had the impression that he would soon pass out as well. Shane wasn't giving him a chance to do anything about it, and no matter how hard Nielle tried, he couldn't stop him.

However, just as it looked like Shane was really going to choke him, his hand moved gently to the side. Nielle saw the chance and roughly bit him on the forearm. Shane loosened his grip and hesitated for a moment before blinking.

Nielle took the opportunity to lift one of his legs and kick him roughly with his knee in the side. His hands freed, Lacrisan fell to the side of the bed and Nielle managed to throw him under him.

He panted and coughed loudly, trying to ease the pain on his neck, where Shane's fingernails had created unsightly blood marks. Nielle grabbed him in anger and grabbed his neck like Lacrisan before. However, Shane didn't respond, he keep staring blankly at him for a moment before his eyelids drooped and he fell asleep again.

Nielle watched him in anger for a moment before he calmed down a bit and after realizing that he couldn't waste any time with Lacrisan, he got up in displeasure. He rubbed his injured neck for a while, before lowering his hands and looking pissed at Shane.

"Wait until you wake up, Lacrisan," he growled and walked out of the room, to the Lacrisans, who wouldn't dare to do anything like that even in their sleep.

Disgruntled, he pulled up the collar of his robe to cover the unsightly marks. He locked the red torture chamber and went upstairs and entered the room where his remaining Lacrisans were staying.

The moment the door opened, all individuals snapped to attention. When they realized who had entered the room, they stood up abruptly and formed one continuous line, which Nielle looked at inquisitively.

"Good evening, Your Highness," they greeted in unison and looked down.

"I don't feel like arguing with you today, one or two of you will go with me, agree on who it will be today." He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

The Lacrisans looked at each other in alarm and fell silent, after which Nielle sighed deeply, "If no one volunteers, we'll have a golden evening," he clarified.

All of the Lacrisan pupils looked at him in horror, forcing Nielle to smile in satisfaction at what fun he wes having.

"Better than the Lacrisan, who submited in fear only once and even then I had to bind him with the Black Collar to get him to do so," he remembered.

However, none of the Lacrisans responded. Everyone was waiting for someone else to volunteer, but no one wanted to go with Nielle and spend an agonizing evening with him. So everyone was silent. Nielle let out a deep sigh and stated,

"Alright," he clarified and walked to the front of the line where he looked at the first Lacrisan, "Pick someone." he said.

"S-sir..." he tried to object, but Nielle simply tamed him.

"I see...you want to be down," he nodded and walked over to the other, "he's yours...have fun." he said.

Lacrisan looked up at him and looked at the other Lacrisan, who was just looking at the prince in horror, "Sir...I didn't mean it, I just-" he started, but one look from Nielle silenced him.

"You got a chance, I'm not asking you right now." he directed his gaze to the other Lacrisan, "I want to see him scream, so go."

The second Lacrisan, who didn't want to end up like his colleague, just stared at the prince in terror. It took a moment before he actually looked at Lacrisan next to him and asked, "Denny, can I...can I?" he asked.

"Are you asking him?" Nielle laughed.

"N-no, sir...I just...we had never done anything like that together before," he clarified.

"I see, you don't want to," Nielle laughed and looked at the third and fourth Lacrisan, "they're yours, if you hesitate you'll end up the same, so I advise you not to bother me." he said.

The Lacrisans looked at each other and shifted their gaze to the two Lacrisans who declined the offer before hesitantly walking up to them and muttering, "Sorry Denny…" one walked up to the first who tried to defend himself before Nielle glared at him.

Denny stopped fighting back as he clearly remembered that it could always end worse and let the other Lacrisans grab him and lead him to one of their beds. The other did the same to the other Lacrisan before Nielle moved her gaze to the others.

"I don't understand what you're waiting for...pair up...the last three are coming with me," he clarified.

When the remaining Lacrisans realized that Nielle wasn't joking, they immediately tried to find a partner among other Lacrisans. Nielle smiled contentedly as they raced to not be left alone for today's games. Before Nielle knew it, all but three were matched. The rest looked up at him in horror, as if they couldn't believe that they ended up with the prince.

Nielle smiled contentedly and walked to the center of the room where there was a smaller raised platform with a large sofa. Nielle sat back contentedly and looked at the Lacrisans who were in various stages of carrying out his orders. Some were naked and tried to delay what they couldn't avoid. Some just undressed and some started kissing each other tenderly.

"I don't hear any screams," Nielle laughed, drawing everyone's attention, "a little force into it," he pulled one of the Lacrisans to him, "or do you want me to show you how?" he asked.

"S-sir...please, I-ah!" Lacrisan screamed in surprise as Nielle simply ripped off his clothing and threw it to the ground.

"You have the darkest eyes of them all, Lacrisan…luck isn't on your side today," he pulled him close and pinched his exposed ass, forcing the remaining two Lacrisans at his service to look away.

"Bend down, hands on the ground," Nielle ordered and when Lacrisan hesitantly did so, Nielle looked at his ass with satisfaction, "be obedient and hold." he said, standing up.

He roughly spanked Lacrisan's ass and roughly squeezed his ass in his palms. He jerked his buttocks apart, making Lacrisan moan as the rough movement irritated his entrance. Nielle laughed softly and moved one of his fingers to his hole.

,,S-sir...I today-ágh! Agh-sir-ágh…" Lacrisan wailed in pain as Nielle thrust two fingers roughly into his body.

"I see you haven't been fucked in a long time," Nielle laughed and roughly rammed his fingers deeper into his body, causing the young man to cry out in pain, "I'll make up for it, " he stated, violently fanning his hole with his hand before deciding that might be enough for now.

He simply unbuttoned the bottom of his robe and pulled out his hard cock. Before Lacrisan could react, Nielle moved behind him. He grabbed his ass with his hands, spread it wide, and without hesitation thrust his hard penis into his body.

Lacrisan squealed and tried to get away from Nielle, but he simply slammed his ass back onto his stout erection and continued. He didn't wait for the young man to get used to it, he simply moved and started fucking the screaming Lacrisan with full force.

Nielle smiled at his screams and trying to get as far away from his cock as possible. Nielle felt each one of his movements as his hole tightened around him more. Nielle just kept fucking him whith his hard dick until Lacrisan was completely compliant.

Nielle was taking out the anger he felt after today on him...he knew it, but that didn't change the fact that he needed to do so. Nielle hated it when he wasn't in control, he hated it when he was weak, he hated it when he had to change plans because he didn't foresee some possibility…he hated it when he had to submit and he hated it when he felt the way he did today.

His whole body ached. His head was spinning, as if someone had hit him with a boulder, his muscles were shaking, his back was stinging, although out of ten lashes today, only two had left real deeper injuries...he wanted to sleep and felt drained.

However, Nielle wasn't going to listen to his body…he knew he needed to replenish his luck, he knew he should as soon as possible…but right now he just wanted to take out his anger on these Lacrisans he had collected.

While he was thrusting into the Lacrisan, he looked at the remaining members of his harem. The room echoed with the screams of the fucking young men, whose asses were being tortured by their colleagues.

Nielle saw a few beds where the Lacrisans were fighting back, a few where they were even visibly enjoying it, and a few where they were even overdoing it. Everywhere he looked, someone was screaming in a mixture of feelings, the entire room was filled with the sounds of lust and pain. Nielle smiled contentedly, as he hadn't enjoyed such a beautiful view in a long time, as something was finally under his control today.

He fucked the young man in front of him for a while before he pulled out of him and moved to the couch. He sat down, put the Lacrisan on his knees with his legs spread wide and penetrated him roughly from below. Lacrisan let out a loud scream as Nielle slammed his dick into him roughly, but he didn't have time to focus on the pain for long as Nielle bit his neck.

"Nhaaaah!" he roared in pain as Nielle immediately reached for his blood and eagerly drank it in an urge to replenish his luck.

"Nghá-ágh-s-sir...p-please...g-gentler-áágh!" the young man whined.

Nielle pulled his lips away and let out a soft breath. His luck was nowhere near replenished, but since he had the rest of the night to do it, he didn't need to rush at all.

"That's right, beg me to be gentle... it's more beautiful than rude bullshit," Nielle recalled of Shane, who even during sex shouted more irritated words than submissive one.

Nielle laughed contentedly and slammed into the young man from below again. Lacrisan jumped on top of him, a loud scream letting his body as Nielle stretch him more than he expected. Nielle let out a pleasant breath, how pleasant feeling filled him and repeated the thrust.

"Aaaaagh-aaaagh!" Lacrisan screamed under his work, as Nielle began to take him roughly after a while. He fucked him from below as if deprived of his senses, he couldn't get enough of the young man's screams, pain and his own domination over the individual, belonging to the species he hated so much.

The memory of Shane grabbing him by the neck made him pick up his pace, not so much in the need for his own satisfaction as in the need to hurt the young man, destroy him and not let him do what he wanted...since he couldn't do this to Shane.

"S-sir...aágh-ághg...ágh...please...slower-ágh-slower...please...aaaagh!" he screamed as blood ran down his legs from a torn hole, into which Nielle was still roughing him.

Nielle simply threw him under him on the couch and rolled him onto all fours. He slid out of him and ran his fingers over his torn entrance.

"Your luck is worth nothing," he said and put his cock to his bloody hole again.

A rough thrust to hid body made Lacrisan scream. He clenched his fists desperately and tried to reach the prince in pain, but in vain. Nielle pulled him back and continued to fuck him roughly until the young man fell unconscious.

Nielle laughed in amusement and slid out of his bloody ass. He stood up and blinked several times as his whole world spun. His vision was blurry for a moment before the sensation gently subsided and he took a deep breath, how he sometimes hated his body.

He waited a moment for his stability to recover before he nodded to the other Lacrisan, "Swap."

Lacrisan looked at him in horror. Nielle let out a deep sigh and walked lightly over to him. His cock was still standing firm, wet with Lacrisan's blood it looked even scarier than usual and made the young man flinch. However, he didn't realize that there was a step behind him...he tripped and rolled to the ground screaming.

"Aagh!" Lacrisan moaned and rolled over.

Nielle laughed in amusement and walked over to him. He roughly pulled him to his feet and pushed him against the nearby wall next to the Lacrisan's beds, where they had all been fucking each other involuntarily for some time now.

Nielle looked at the bed next to him, where one of the Lacrisans was holding a pillow in his teeth and in obvious pain being fucked by another Lacrisan, who surprisingly seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit. Nielle laughed contentedly and watched them for a moment before slamming Lacrisan against the wall roughly, making him gasp for air.

"Hold still," he whispered menacingly, making Lacrisan sobb softly, though no tears came from his eyes.

Nielle rolled up Lacrisan's clothes and contentedly squished his bottom in his hands. He roughly spread them wide apart and played with them contentedly for a moment before moving his fingers to his hole. He gently teased him, listening to the Lacrisan's moans, before he brutally rammed his fingers into him.

"Ngaaaah!" the young man screamed painfully, but Nielle just smiled contentedly and pushed his fingers deeper into him.

He toyed with his hole for a while before sliding his fingers of him and again aiming his cock between his legs.

"Please, sir... a-at least be g-gentle..." Lacrisan requested, but Nielle didn't want to be nice to him.

"Why should I?" he laughed and penetrated him roughly.

The youth's scream made the Lacrisans next to them look in their direction. The young men who were being fucked breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't end up with the prince, while those who were fucking them stopped their work for a moment and just watched as Nielle took Lacrisan mercilessly. They watched their friend's pained expression writhe under Nielle's rough thrusts.

"How's your luck Lacsrisan?" Nielle asked as he roughly pulled one of his wrists still fucking him hard. He bit into it roughly and tasted his blood.

Lacrisan winced in pain and moaned loudly as his body filled with a mixture of heat and spasms as Nielle stole his luck.

Nielle savored the sweet taste for a while, feeling his luck replenish, but since it still didn't taste as good as he had gotten used to in a few days, he let go of Lacrisan's wrist after a while.

"I had better," he clarified and roughly pulled his dick out of him and slammed back in.

"Ágh-aaaaagh!" Lacrisan screamed as Nielle ran for the next round.

Nielle was greatly amused by his screams and the effort to get away from him, and when he saw in his peripheral vision how one of the Lacrisans just came next to him and the other was forcing him to a second orgasm by his hand, he had to laugh happily at how much fun he had this evening.

He continued to fuck Lacrisan for a while before coming into his body and dropping him limp to the ground. He tried to find the third Lacrisan, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Came out!" he shouted, realizing that Lacrisan had hidden himself somewhere.

However, he didn't came out.

Nielle sighed deeply and stared at the pile of Lacrisans that were just being fucked in front of him.

"Stop!" he shouted.

The Lacrisans looked at him. The fucked youths fell to the ground exhausted, while their companions stood up and waited to see what would happen next.

"Find him... whoever finds him first, I won't take his luck today," he explained and waited.

Nielle had to laugh as a bunch of Lacrisans went to find the young man in a second. It didn't take long before they found him under one of the tables and dragged him to Nielle.

Nielle looked at him in surprise, "You are more familiar to me than the others," he stated.

The young man whimpered in terror, trying to get out of the grip of Lacrisan, who had found him first.

"What's his name?" Nielle asked as he seemed to remember seeing him.

"Cassi, sir...you had him flogged last time," he clarified.

"Oh, yes...you cried," he remembered, "can you cry now? I would like someone's tears." he laughed and walked over to him.

"I-I'm sorry...I-I'm sorry...please let me...go...please, sir...I'm-I'm..." he sobbed for a while, and though he tried to stop them, a drop of tears fell from his eyes.

Nielle laughed and lightly walked over to him, "Lacrisan...you shouldn't have run off...you would have had just one round of sex and collapsed," he said.

"I-I...d-don't want to have sex...I've n-never...I don't..." he trembled in terror. When Nielle touched him, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground. He bent down at Niella's feet and begged again, "Please...s-sir...don't hurt me...please...don't hurt me, don't hurt me..."

Nielle stared at him for a moment before gritting his teeth at the unexpected anger that filled him. He hated behavior like this...so incredibly embarrassing as this weak Lacrisan was currently displaying. Although he usually loved the subjugation of others, he loathed overdoing it.

"It's because you only know how to beg for mercy from the stronger that you are where you are," Nielle barked and pulled Cassi to his feet, "Do you think crying will help you? Or that pleading will help you? Didn't you see what I did to others? I say I want to destroy you, but you keep begging...don't you have any pride?" he laughed in fury and threw Cassi to the ground again,

"When you want to prevent something, do something for it! It doesn't matter, how long it takes! If you know it won't work, at least pretend it doesn't bother you! Powerless fool!" Nielle kicked him in the face, although he himself didn't know where it was coming from,

"If you don't have the power to do something here, at least don't beg! Bite, defend yourself...or accept it with pride! Weak! Why you weaklings can only plead and hope that someone will listen to you?! No one will listen to you!" he screamed and kicked him roughly again.

"Sir...calm down...sir..." the Lacrsans tried to stop him, "Cassi just hasn't slept with anyone...he's just afraid, sir...sir, stop..."

Nielle glared at the young man for a moment longer before straightening up a bit and breathing lightly. He didn't feel well, everything hurt, he didn't want to play with these weaklings anymore. However, he couldn't suppress his inner anger.

He hated weak people...he hated when they thought they could get something done by begging the stronger. Nielle knew they couldn't...he knew it because he himself was born weak, because he spent his whole life in defiance and his whole life trying to protect his own neck...that's why he couldn't stand the sight of someone who, in moments when he wasn't feeling his best, in his thoughts evoked his younger self...when he saw himself in them and was filled with anger towards it.

Nielle would never beg anyone… he would never submit, even if it would be easier. Because it wouldn't solve anything...his life wouldn't improve. That's why he put so much effort into creating an environment around himself in which he was in control, in which he could defend himself instead of perpetually fearing when something would go wrong.

It took a lot of work, a lot of effort, a lot of disgusting moments...it was harder than getting killed and submitting...and so most people chose the second path, thinking they couldn't do anything about their fate. Nielle hated them….people without an ounce of pride.

"I understand," he said, "he's in the harem and he's a virgin," he laughed, "how lucky," he clarified and sat down.

"Sir..." one began, but Nielle cut him off.

"Fuck him, " he ordered.

The Lacrisans fell silent in a second. Cassi looked up at him in horrified disbelief before Nielle elaborated, "Everyone...I want to see each of you do him today...and don't go easy on him."

,,S-sir....w-wait...n-no...ahh---ahh! Please…w-wait!" Cassi yelled in disbelief.

Nielle looked at him dispassionately, though he more or less didn't think clearly. Although he had drunk the Lacrisan's blood several times, although his luck had replenished a little, he still felt that it was nowhere near enough. He could feel his ring filling with bad luck, he could feel his breathing getting worse. He knew he had to replenish his luck more intensely.

The longer he sat looking at Cassi, the worse the feeling filled him. His breathing became worse, memories of times when he wasn't lucky enough in his life came to his mind. He had to top it up, he knew he had to, but for some reason instead of doing so right away, he stood up disgruntled and glared at Cassi, "Why are you so weak?" he grumbled.

He wasn't sure if the anger was directed at himself, at his father, at other people opposing him, or at Shane, who had dare to try to choke him today, but that didn't change the situation. With the feeling of lack of luck and memories of how he had experienced it many times before, he was angry at himself and at everything else. He hated how easily his father could whip him, he hated how he had to hide, he hated how easily his luck ran out.

Usually, he didn't deal with any of this...he knew he was doing well...but when he was experiencing that disgusting feeling of being down on his luck again, his mind couldn't fully focus on anything other than proving his power...and nothing was easier than doing it on his Lacrisans.

"I-I'm sorry..." Cassi sobbed.

"You can't defend yourself at all," he laughed, "you're completely useless. You can't even escape... you have nowhere to go... do you think you'll live to see any freedom at all? You won't, cause no one is on your side...you're completely alone," he laughed and bent down to Cassi.

But he didn't have time to touch him when there was a knock on the door. Nielle looked up blankly at the door, watching as it opened and Brelle walked in.

"Nielle?! The guards saw you come in here, are you in?" he asked hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure if he could enter but did.

Looking at the scene inside, however, he stopped in shock and, after thinking for a moment, ran up to his brother, "Nielle...what are you doing here, for all the luck? Why are they all naked?" he stared at the Lacrisans in horror.

"Don't you see?" Nielle asked dispassionately and slowly stood up as his mind cleared slightly, though his world was still spinning, "Orgy."

"Nielle…" Brelle began as Nielle grabbed Cassi off the ground and tossed him in Brelle's direction.

The young man fell into the prince's hands, whereupon Brelle looked at him in confusion.

"I don't want to see him anymore...take him, he's yours now," Nielle explained.

"Nielle...come with me," Brelle sighed and gave his brother a hand.

"Fuck you," he said, but Brelle caught him anyway.

Nielle watched his brother hold him for a moment before he broke free, "Don't you dare touch me," he said, "why did you come?"

"Elyan sent me to you...he said to check you for a fever...every time you get hurt, you have a fever," he said, lightly touching Nielle's forehead.

Nielle batted his hand away and backed away as his brother dialed him.

"He was right... Nielle, come to the room, you have a fever, " he said.

Nielle looked at him blankly. He felt exhausted, he wanted to sleep, he would beat someone up at the same time, and somewhere inside he felt strangely desperate. However, he didn't let any of this make him to stop thinking completely.

He gently raised his palm and cupped his forehead…it was true that he was hot. He glanced at his black ring and after realizing that it probably wasn't a good idea to really stay here any longer, he walked out of the room. On the way, he grabbed Cassi, who had no way to defend himself against his grip, and went outside.

Nielle didn't even realize Brelle was leading him to his room. When they arrived, he wanted to throw him out at first, but because he felt weird, he ended up letting him stay in the room. Nielle sat down on the bed, threw Cassi to him and ordered, "Don't fight back."

Cassi knelt for a moment, watching in confusion as Nielle brought his forearm to his lips and pulled a knife from under the bed. Cassi let out a loud scream as he made a long bloody cut through his arm.

"Nhááh!" Cassi clenched his teeth, he tried to get away from Nielle in a panic, but he wouldn't let him.

Brelle suddenly joined them and stroked Cassi's back, "Let him...he needs it today...if you let him, it will pass in a moment," he promised, and when Cassi calmed down a bit, he whispered , ,,good boy."

Cassi stared at Prince Brelle for a moment, whose soft smile seemed like he wasn't lying...it was reassuring and Cassi hesitated for a moment before letting Nielle take his luck.

He took it longer than usual, continuing until the feeling inside him subsided a bit, until he could breathe better and his thoughts returned to normal. Nielle had the impression that his new cheeky Lacrisan must have some really special luck as it tasted stronger and energized him right away. No other Lacrisan had made him feel the way Shane had. And now that he didn't have the chance to take his luck, suddenly nothing else was enough.

Nielle stole Cassi's luck for some time before his luck replenished enough to make Nielle feel better. He was still exhausted, slightly dizzy and felt like he had a fever, but it was nothing compared to how he felt a moment ago. Pulling his lips away from Cassi's wound, he looked at Brelle, who stroked Cassi's hair.

"Keep him." Nielle didn't want to see Cassi.

"You know I don't accept Lacrisans, if you give him to me, I'll let him go," Brelle said.

"Do what you want, I don't want to see him anymore," Nielle explained.

Brelle sighed deeply, "Wait outside, okay?" He gave Lacrisan a smile and when the young man nodded, he was left alone with Nielle.

"Why are you still here?" Nielle didn't understand.

"Elyan said your luck was in poor condition...I came to make sure you were okay...and I brought you medicine for your fever," he said.

"I don't need anything...go away," Nielle said, "I'll sleep and I'll be fine."

Brelle sighed deeply and put the medicine on the table: "I'll leave it here, drink it, Elyan made it," he said.

"Anything else?" he didn't want to talk to him or spend more time with him.

"No," Brelle nodded, "Good night, Nielle."

Nielle watched him get up and disappear out the door. He looked after him for a moment, glad he was out, before moving to the table and picking up the medicine. He moved his hand to his forehead and drank the medicine with a deep sigh.

Nielle was aware of all his weaknesses. He knew that he was in the greatest danger of all the princes, he knew that his luck was the most easily exhausted, he knew that his father wanted to kill him, he knew that luck hated him enough to send him to bed whenever he was hurt.

However, Nielle couldn't lie in bed, he couldn't show the king that he was an easy target...that he was weakened by harmless injuries. He couldn't afford not to fulfill his work duties and not go to Alycante.

That's why he drank the medicine, knowing that everyone will be cured with Elyan's medicine. He left the empty bowl on the table and got into bed. He somehow replenished his luck. He somehow drank the medicine, his wounds were bandaged, and although he felt like a shit, he had no choice but to sleep and wait.

Because Nielle couldn't afford to be vulnerable... because he knew that luck was never on his side.