The Scarlet Throne Part 1 – The Dark Lord Appears
The sound of glorious trumpets echoed in the clouds as I walked on the red carpeted steps, towards a scarlet throne that hung mid in the skies. My royal red gown splattered with patches of dark blood. Intricate weaving of black lace flowed from the sleeves of the gown to the end of my palms… adorned and hid the scars on my arms.
I dragged a long broad sword up the steps. I wasn’t breathing normally. My chest was moving with the pulsing eccentric beat of my heart, but it was irregular. Sometimes I breathed, sometimes I didn’t. I climbed up the steps slowly, sometimes stopping to breathe… sometimes glancing up at the scarlet throne… which hung empty in mid air.
Moments before… I was in the cavern in the depths of hell… deep inside the earth where molten and smoke mixed and mingled into a smoky blind mess.
My Scarlet Kingdom was a lovely place of love and hope. Our emblem was the red rose. Our people, were kind and gentle. We were self sufficient, depending on a sustenance of vegetables. We ate no meat, and we did not go to wars. We were a peaceful race. Simple folk that looked forward to rainbow skies after the rain. Our kingdom was known as the Kingdom of Love.
The Scarlet Throne was occupied by my grandmother, who had ruled the kingdom for eternity. She built the kingdom with a foundation of unconditional love. She gave freely, built orphanages and charities. She taxed the rich, and made them volunteer for a humble cause. She made sure that there were checks and balances, so no one had to suffer. There was abundance. There is enough. Our kingdom was glorious, and it was plentiful.
The Scarlet Throne was only passed down through a matriarchal line of female rulers. I knew one day, it would be my turn. I followed my grandmother wherever she went. I learnt her wisdom, her philosophy… her thoughts… till the day I turned sixteen.
On my sixteen birthday, a grand ball was organized… invites were sent to eligible princes throughout the galaxy. They came in floating carriages, in floating ships, in floating cars… they descended on the Scarlet Kingdom for the hand of the Princess.
It was on that fateful night on the dance floor… I met the Dark Lord.
He told me… he will bring me into his dark paradise… into a world where love and lust… pain and pleasure are one. A world where we can unite our kingdoms and take over the universe in our light and darkness.
He took me inside his cape, as he muffled my screams by forcing a vital of poison down my throat…. I remembered being transported in his floating carriage.. unable to move…
Into the dark caverns of his kingdom… where monsters lurked. I was chained up in the middle of the cavern… fully naked. I heard the sounds of laughter in the dark. I heard mocking whispers. I heard voices. I heard but could not see.
On my naked flesh, every night… I felt long tongues tightening my arms and legs… the rope like tongues… leaving traces of their sticky saliva… the foul smell of decomposed meat… they tasted me… they bit me… they ravaged my body… leaving scars… leaving marks… permanently… on my skin.
The Dark Lord never came back. He disappeared… as he left me there… as his chained prisoner. In my dreams I dreamt… a White Knight would rescue me from this hellish cavern and bring me back into his Kingdom of Light. On other nights, I sank deeper into a black hole… being sucked deeper and deeper no matter how much I tried to struggle free…
Till one day… a strange vision appeared in my dreams….
The Scarlet Throne Part 2 – The Capture
A strange vision appeared in my dreams…
In my dream, I was in a tiny cocoon, surrounded by many other cocoons like me, in a lush tropical forest. They were breathing in their enclosed white silk shells.
When I woke up… I only saw darkness in all directions. I felt a cloth around my head, around my ears. I felt my hands, that hung upwards with metal chains encasing my wrists. My knees were numb from the kneeling. The air smelt of decomposing meat. The laughter and voices echoed through the caverns, day after day, even in my sleep.
Everyday, the monsters would come… and if I tried to struggle free from the chains, I would be greeted with sharp slashes of whips on my back.. till I could no longer move. It must have been years. But every night I dreamt I was in that tiny cocoon. Soon.. I gave up struggling. I gave up all hope. All… light… was removed from my blinded visions. Only the voices of mocking laughter remained.
One day I heard a familiar voice. It was the deep voice of the Dark Lord.
“My little crimson princess…” His breath caressed the open wounds on my skin, “have you been broken?”
“I don’t understand,” I answered. I listened to his footsteps, he was circling me, where I was… hanging naked.. kneeling on the cavern floor.
“You must be broken… for my desires…” he whispered to my ear… sending a wave of sensations down my spine…
“Whip her, continue.”
The monsters came again… this time… they were merciless. The whips came in full force… on my back.. on my legs… on my chest… every inch of my flesh was whipped by those thick long whips that crackled through the caverns in a howling cry.
It was the pain that shot through my head, then it was the numbness… then it all went blank… as I drifted into my dream again..
A little cocoon.. in a lush tropical forest…
The Scarlet Throne Part 3 – Master’s Toy
Darkness. The all familiar word. I am heading back there again. This time, there is no more light. No more… innocence.
Blood, lust and deceit. That is all it is, in this universe of pain. The universe of pain mangled with twisted pleasures. For only through pain, one can feel the gratification of pleasure. They are one and the same. There is no answers to the lies, they are deceit. The lies he said, the happy ever after. The knight in white amour. No, there are no knights that are going to save me anymore. No saviours. No gods. No nothing.
I am falling deeper.
How deep, I could not tell, but this hole is so deep that it’s never ending, like a sink hole. One can never crawl out of.
Just falling even more deeper.
Into the swirling twirls of a hypnosis chanting of inaudible words. My cries, drowned out by the chanting, my thoughts, replaced by a void. The possession are chanting in riddles, but in these riddles, there is no sense of meaning in them. Just a trance, a trance like state. A toy. That’s what he was making me into, a toy… for his pleasure.
…was my new name.
It wasn’t Cheryl, or Risque. I was just an object. And if I had to refer to myself, there is no I.
There is only Master.
His object of pleasure.
He could lift me up by my arm, like a puppet on strings. He could move me when he pleases, and I can’t move an inch. He can make me do all his bidding, and I can’t make a sound. Just a toy. Master’s Toy. A toy that he can keep in his safe. A toy that he can play with when he is bored. A toy that he can discard when he doesn’t want it anymore.
A Master’s Toy is not allowed to think. It’s just an object. It has no thoughts. It cannot move. It’s immobile. It cannot speak. It is just a toy.
I had fallen.