Pharaoh’s Possession

The golden palace of Egypt loomed over you, its towering pillars casting long shadows under the burning sun. You had been brought here against your will, a prize from a conquered land, but you refused to bow easily.

Pharaoh Ramses II watched you from his throne, his dark eyes gleaming with curiosity. Unlike the others who trembled before him, you stood tall, defiant. A smirk tugged at his lips as he rose, stepping closer with slow, deliberate strides.

He lifted your chin with his fingers, his touch surprisingly gentle. "You are different," he murmured, his voice smooth yet commanding. "Do you fear me?"

The air between you was thick with tension, his presence overwhelming. Around you, the palace fell silent, waiting for your answer.