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A Bright but eerie day was rising as Barry awoke from his deep slumber. His owner, Eobard, worked him to sleep last night right before he left for the West Kingdom.

Making sure that his Manor was flawless before he made his course. Barry woke up starving as Eobard never gave more than 2 meals a day consisting of a bowl of porridge and water each. The young slave just shy of his 17th birthday.

Barry changed his clothes and got ready, made sure that nothing in Thawne Manor was out of place, had his breakfast porridge and left to see his best friend Cisco. Cisco's family we’re lords where he lived with his mother, father, and brother.

They became friends after one day Cisco found Barry snooping their dumpster for food. Cisco felt bad and gave him food and promised to give him any leftovers his family had if Barry couldn’t find any.

After a while they also bonded together over their interest and love for evolving science technology . Although most people in the realm viewed it as a source of black magic and sorcery.

After Barry reached Ramon Estate and climbed over the fence he proceeded to knock on Cisco’s window at their regulars meeting time of 10:00 am when they were usually both free.

“Hey Cisco it’s me Barry open up”. Barry was thankful that Cisco’s room was on the ground level of his family’s estate. “Yeah one second man I’ll be right there.” As Cisco finished up and proceeded to open the window so that Barry may enter.

“ How come you’re late today? It's 10:15 already.” Cisco inquired as they sat down on his Persian rug across from each other.“

Sorry Thawne was leaving for Merlyn Kingdom today and wanted everything to be immaculate before he left so he pushed me to work to exhaustion last night.”

“Oh man, that’s got to be rough.” “ It’s okay as long as I make it to our weekly briefing session.”

“Yes of course you know your my best friend dude right. You’re the only one that really gets my nerdy side. Other than Caitlin that is.”

“ Yeah you're mine too Cisco, how is Caitlin by the way I haven’t seen her in the town market the past weekend.” “Oh, you haven’t heard the news?

Caitlin was betrothed to Ronald of the Raymond’s and has left to meet his Family who lives in the western side of West Kingdom.”

“Oh really I’m happy for her. I always knew those two were meant for each other. You should've seen the way they were staring at each other whenever he came to her healing ward at the market.” “Yeah, hey are you thirsty?”

“Yes actually” Cisco replied as he noticed how sunken Barry’s face looked and dry his lips were. “Okay I’m going to go get a goblet of water”
Cisco said as he got up.

In which Barry only nodded at him in gratitude before he left. As Barry waited for Cisco to comeback with the goblet of water he noticed how thirsty and dry his throat truly was

as he waited patiently while attempting to remember for the millionth time what his Life was like before he was Thawne’s slave as he truly couldn’t remember that period or his family no matter how desperately he tried.

Which frustrated him greatly as it made him feel like a piece of him was missing. “You’ll never guess the news and rumors coming from Starling Kingdom”

Cisco exclaimed as he got back with the goblet of water and 2 cups in addition to a plate of crackers that he set down on the rug before sitting down himself.

“No, what’s going on there?” “ Queen Moira is hosting a party for her son king to be Prince Oliver in hopes that he’ll finally find his spouse so that he can ascend the throne.”

“Oh really good for him I guess.” Mumbled Barry as he took a bite of a cracker after drinking a cup of water. “No, no, you haven’t even heard the best part rumors say that Prince Oliver secretly prefers men over women but his mother, the Queen doesn’t know.”

Continued Cisco excitedly. “Ok, but Cisco, what importance does that have exactly?” Interrupted Barry feeling a bit impatient.

“ While our family was also invited to the prince’s occasion and we’re leaving tomorrow at dawn. We will stay 2 weeks including the journey.

I wanted to let you know because I will be missing our next two meetups.” “Oh, that’s alright” Barry tried to assure while masking his actual disappointment in the situation while finishing his third cracker.

“ The actual part will probably be boring but i'll have a lot of free time to explore their kingdom’s new inventions so that we may use their knowledge to help us in our own endeavors.” Cisco insisted. “Yeah, you're right,”

Barry agreed. Barry and Cisco continued talking about other new things they’ve heard or seen until eventually time has run out.

“While it’s already 11:00 unfortunately our time has been cut shorter than usual due to your retching owner.

In addition to the fact that I have to attend my daily studies” Cisco said solemnly . “It’s fine Cisco as long as we had this time to talk.”

Barry replied in an effort to cheer his friend up. “Yeah I guess you're right” Cisco agreed as both boys got up so that Cisco can open the windowsill

in which Barry can leave and enter from. “While I guess see you in almost a month's time Cisco.” Barry waved as he hopped out the window and ran towards Thawne Estate.

As Cisco gazes at the shrinking silhouette of his friend the only thing he could hope is that he stays safe until he comes back. He didn’t realize what a bumpy road Barry was about to be in for.

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Barry loved the feeling of running. Feeling powerful as the wind blew past his face and the feeling of grass beneath his feet. It was one of the few activities Barry still savored after being a slave for so long.

As it was one of the only times he truly felt free while he was running. Although while drowning in the feeling of Euphoria.

He didn’t see the arrow that came flying at him. By the time he felt the head of the arrow prick his skin it was Already to late.

He stopped moving feeling dizzy. As his right hand traveled to where the arrow punctured him in his left shoulder.

As he tried to get a hand on it. The floor started spinning and he fell to the ground scowling as the arrow twisted. When it made contact with the ground, it deepened inside his shoulder at an angle.

He realized that the arrow was probably coated with a sedative. He attempted reaching for it again but his limbs felt heavy and sluggish.

As his vision clouded up he could make out the silhouettes of 3 men on top of him as he finally gave in to unconsciousness.

~~the next day~~
Barry startled awake withering to frigid iced water being dumped over him. “About time you woke up slave we’re
almost at the slave auction.” Growled the first man. “But b-but I’m al-already an own owned slave” Barry stuttered out as he shivered violently from the cold water.

With shackles covering both his arms and legs with a chain connecting them. The arrow still bent and punctured out of his shoulder painfully.

“ We’ll know it doesn’t matter now, seeing as we captured you for ourselves.” Teased the second man.

As Barry's teeth continued to chatter making it hard for him to reply even if he wanted to.

Barry continued to shove until they got there. Once again attempting to be let go. “ Please just let me go and we can all go our separate ways. I beg of you.”

Barry pleaded desperately. Ralph as Barry has come to know from the other men calling him that.

“Do you know what a pretty penny we can get from selling you a pretty thing?” Ralph uttered as he proceeded to drag Barry up who whimpered in response.

Which proved to be hard with the shackles limiting his mobility out of the carriage. Barry finally realized he had no real chance right now of escaping these men.

He continued to tremble at the thought of what would happen next. as he sluggishly followed behind them as they pulled on another chain as if he was an animal dragging him through the scorching hot desert.

They reached the open-air slave market after 2 hours. Barry at this point barely pulled through the exhaustion.

If only not to fall from the pull of the chains. The market was bustling, with a big wooden stage upfront where the slaves were put on display to be bid on.

And cards in each auctioneer’s hands to raise when they want to bid on a specific slave. The place smelled dirty though with the smell of rotten meat and animal excursions mixed in with the dry air.

“Come on slave, I haven’t got all day” Ralph grunted as he harshly pulled Barry from the chain to the direction of the slave signup booth.

Barry again tried to look for a way out but this place was heavily guarded. “What’s his age and origin?” The booth master muttered.

“I found him on the edge of the Emerald Kingdom’s territory and he seems to be about early 20’s.” Ralph ranted. “Hmph here’s the placard for him he’s third in line” growled the booth master in reply.

Suddenly Barry was being dragged away by what he can only guess were 2 ladies that worked in the auction. They took him to a cleaner hut with a washbasin and wraps.

There they stripped him of his clothes and proceeded to just rip the protruding arrow out of his shoulder. Which caused Barry to yelp in pain as he bit his tongue to stifle his screams.

They continued by washing him with cold water and a scrub. Finally they wrapped him in only a mere rag.

Before ushering him out with a placard on his chest with the number 104 and the chains back in place.

“One and the next we’ve got a wanderer but nonetheless a pretty little one. He’s young only just entered his 20’s, tall, and scrawny would make a perfect slave.

Bidding starts at 200 Euros.” the Auctioneer announced and so the bidding began as Barry could only look on helplessly.

“I bid 300”
“I bid 400”
“500 Right here”
“550”
As the numbers grew the amount willing to buy diminished until it was down to two. “I bid 700” “while I’m bidding 750.” Until all of a sudden a stern but booming voice was heard in the crowd.

“I will take him for 2000 Euros.” As people looked towards the direction of the voice, People started whispering.

The man is tall and chiseled with handsome features and blue eyes with shadows beneath them. Despite seeming like he had plenty of years of wisdom he looked fresh.

“Going once, going twice and sold” the auctioneer yelled. Barry was in a deep state of confusion, first he was he sold so high when a typical slave sells for 500.

Secondly if he was sold for such a high price it only meant that it would be that much more difficult to escape.

As he was then dragged to where the man who apparently bought him was at the claiming booth. His sense of freedom only decreased.

“Sign here and here and you’ll be all set vizier Merlyn. May I say it’s always a pleasure doing business with you.” The claim advisor eagerly quipped.

Vizier Merlyn of the Emerald Kingdom the Queen’s right hand man as he learned from his studies with his master. Barry recoiled deeper into hopelessness.

Why was he sold to a member of the Royal Castle as he cowered at the thought there was definitely no chance of escape now.

How unlucky did he have to be for this to occur. ” You better not dawdle behind slave.”

Vizier Merlyn demande as he added what looked like a specialized collar around his neck which made a clicking sound when fastened and constricted Barry’s air supply.

“It seems like I’ll have to get you some proper training once we go back to the castle.” He added before pulling the chain to lead the way back to his carriage.

All Barry could do is cower beneath the frightening man and follow behind with his head faced down burning with unushured tears as he finally accepted the fact there was no escape.

Once they reached the vizier’s royal carriage he was harshly led in after the vizier staying on the floor of the carriage.

Suddenly he felt an instant sting in his thigh. As he looked up towards the Vizier he realized he’d been drugged and instantly felt drowsy and developed a foggy vision.

“This should do the trick until we reach the Royal Castle.” Barry heard the Vizier snarl while he roughly raked his fingers through his hair right before he entered the calm of complete oblivion.

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~The Castle~

Oliver knew his place as prince and first in line to the throne of his Family’s long held Emerald Kingdom. But he wasn’t ready to commit to the duties that would be placed on him as King when his Royal Coronation officially takes place with his 26th birthday.

He wanted to stay feeling free and have most of his schedule to himself to do with whatever he pleases. He doesn’t want his schedule to be filled to the brim with fancy galas and parties, visiting other kingdoms, royal court meetings, etc.

It felt confining in a way to always be scrutinized and be held by such high standards. He’d rather spend most of his time outside with Mother Nature, doing archery his favorite sport, or even lifting weights.

But alas his Coronation preparations were underway as it was due to happen 2 weeks from today, May the 16th to be exact. At least his parents were willing to compromise on the premise that he didn’t need to marry to be King. Although they would have very much preferred it.

Which was thankfully a relief because until now all the ladies from noble families or other kingdoms they had recommended didn’t resonate with him. For example, Laurel daughter of Lord Lance was to inquisitive and meticulous for his liking.

As Oliver finished getting dressed he made his way down to the royal dining hall. Where the Royal Family along with their closest advisers including their vizier had their meals. “Good Morning Mother, Father” Oliver bowed as he greeted before sitting down in his place.

“Good Morning Oliver” his parents replied before his mother continued “Oliver you have a fitting at 12 pm before lunch with the Royal tailor and after lunch you have a meeting with the royal courts to discuss what automatic changes will be taking place once you take the throne.”

Moira discussed with a monotonous tone. “Is there anything else?” Oliver replied with slight sarcasm. “No, not today since I know you want to pay attention to small details. I've decided to take up most aspects of Coronation preparation myself such as decoration and guest list.” Moira explained

“ But there are some things that have to be done for you so if you're willing to give more attention to the decision making about the coronation on your part. I’ll keep it to 2-4 objectives to complete per day. Although I hope you understand Oliver I’m only doing this for you to get a last raise of freedom.

Because once you become King you’ll rarely have any free time if you don’t start structuring your duties and your court’s duties apart.” Moira finished softly wishing the best for her son. As she knew from personal experience how much grueling being a monarch can be.

If you try to do all the Kingdom’s tasks yourself and set yourself on that mindset as she knew her son was headed. “ On a brighter note, my prince, I've already arranged the perfect birthday coronation gift for you that I know will most please you, sire.” Vizier Merlyn consoled.

“Yes, I’m sure I can’t wait for it. Vizier Merlyn” Oliver respectfully replied before getting up. “ I’d like to be excused from breakfast.” Oliver insisted before being excused and heading to the castle’s archery range to let off some steam for the anger building inside of him about the coronation and otherwise.

Meanwhile Merlyn went to check to see how the training and experimentation were going on his new pet. He was planning to give the pet to give to his future king with intentions to slowly gain his trust. He knew that the prince practically never saw live outside the castle.

Therefore he would definitely accept this slave as an act of gratification from him. Although he’s heard from the scientists that this would still take a couple more days to break him. Merlyn said as long as they finish him by the end of the week.

He was going to check on their progress right now. The royal family rarely went to the scientific research part of their estate, mostly leaving him in charge. As he went inside the facility to the research and taming section. “How is the slave progressing today Dr.Snow” Merlyn inquired

While glancing at the slave lying in the bed in front of him with hard eyes. It has been a week since he’s bought him from the auction and he’s come to check on their progress twice which has been consistent but a little slow for his liking.

“Surprising actually, Mr. Merlyn the past couple days since you’ve last checked we’ve woken him up from the anesthesia and his physical responses have been over the top submission and reaction and desire for pleasure has been ten fold increased.

I think that he might even be done by tomorrow although something I think is worth noting is he is a mutated type. Although power type is unknown because he already has a damping chip inside of him. Which is attached to his neck so we can’t remove it without risking paralysis.”

Dr. Snow finished her notes since his last visit as Malcolm followed along with keen ears. “ Fine, leave the power dampening chip inside; it doesn't matter if he's practically worthless without it and the powers are permanently locked away.

Just make sure that everything on my list is done by evening tomorrow which is when I’ll be coming around to get him. Also make sure the programming has a fail safe just in case. Also I have a final thing to add to the list of requests to make sure when it’s done it refers to himself as a thing not a person got it.”

Finalized Merlyn sternly. “Yes Vizier Merlyn he’ll be priority number one until we finish him which is hopefully by tomorrow he’ll be the perfect programmed slave for our future King I’ll make sure of it” assured Dr. Snow with a nod to the rest of her team.

As Malcolm finally felt confident in the progress done and excited to see the finished slave tomorrow he left the building to go attend his normal day to day duties as the Queen’s right hand advisor. After all there was a lot to be done to make sure the Prince’s Coronation goes as smoothly as possible.

Oliver appreciated that his mother at least let him have some last feelings of freedom in the days leading up to his 26th birthday and dare he mention his Coronation. But he still found the minimal work he had to do to prepare for it tedious.

Thank god his parents secretly engraved his king studies with his typical studies or else he would’ve never done them. But the days were flying by and his Coronation day was drawing near. With only 4 days left he spent his free time either secretly hunting down people who did wrong by his kingdoms or training.

After all he knew that he only had 4 days left where he could go out and pursue these activities. Before he would be confined to his ruling and duties as king of his kingdom. He wanted to make sure he never forgot the thrill and adrenaline of doing such activities.

The next day Merlyn did indeed go back to the scientific research facility. To his delight Dr. Snow informed him that they were indeed done programming the slave he was to give as a gift to the Kingdom’s King to be on his Coronation day.

“Could you withdraw the sedatives from his system so that he could wake up faster.” Merlyn asked Dr. Snow. “Yes I most certainly can Mr. Merlyn.” Replied as she got to work on doing just that. Not long after the slave was waking up.

Malcolm Merlyn was a proud slave owner himself who owned around 10 at any given time. He was a proud supporter of slave ownership and despised the small minority against the act calling slaves humans too. Saying if they were human why couldn’t they make a living like them.

As the slave was waking up Malcolm went right beside the bed side and shook him as the slave finally fully arroused. “I want to add some programming was expedited because this slave already had prior traing in many areas you’ve wanted.” Added Dr. Snow pleased as Malcolm Nodded.

“Listen here slave Merlyn barked at the slave I’m your master unless I say otherwise and you will listen to anything I say swiftly and promptly. Do you understand.” “Y-yes M-mmaster” shuddered the slave as he bows in submission. The slave only shook more violently when his master started cackling.

“Thank you Dr. Snow he’s perfect. That will be all.” Merlyn finalized before attaching a collar with a leash to the slaves neck and commanding him to crawl beside him as he pulled on the leash with his right hand.

Once back in his headquarters Merlyn had already got everything he needed to experiment and test this slave out with a too small cage for the slave to fit comfortably in to sleep in and stay in when he isn’t being used. To other think like vibrators, cock-rings, gags, nipple clamps, and all sorts of other torture devices.

All in all Merlyn had an enjoyable time experimenting with this slave and found that he’s practically perfect in ever way. It reached a point where he thought about getting another slave to get the Futur King to be. But there wasn’t any time left so sadly he had to make do with the time he had left with the slave.

Although the slave responded vigorously to stimulation and pain. Although never resisted. Although the slave programming had just been discovered still in the experimental phase and was only successful with other animals so far.

Although Merlyn had an inkling the reason this slave might have succeeded while the others he brought in have failed. Was because he only needed a boost to his qualities already possessing most of them to a certain degree.

Alas the day of the Coronation was tomorrow and Malcolm needed to prepare to give the slave away tomorrow as bitter as he might be about it. At least he might’ve finally figure the secret of having more successful slave programming. As he stared at the slave crouching in the tight cage sleeping.

He wondered about the hectic yet turn of events tomorrow will bring for the future; he couldn't wait to have his vision come to fruition. As he drifted off into a deep slumber himself.

Meanwhile on the other side of the castle Oliver Lied awake anxious about tomorrow’s events. The pressure of becoming king would entail on him. But he remembered that his sister and parents would be there by his side, in addition to his right hand man Diggle. They’ll Al, help him get through tomorrow’s hectic evening.