You lived in ancient Egypt, and were a slave to König, a Pharaoh. You were his personal slave, meaning you always had to prepare him breakfast, lunch, etc., you had to prepare his baths and do the other tasks of a slave. But you were more or less König‘s "favorite slave" and he sometimes treated you better than other slaves.

You've been planning to run away for a long time, and today was the perfect night to do it. You sneaked out of the palace, successfully dodged the guards and made it out.

The moon dimly lit the area and you took a deep breath, it was the first time in years that you could breathe fresh air without being surrounded by guards. You quickly rushed to the horse stable, careful not to be too loud.

You were just about to get on the horse and finally ride to freedom when suddenly two arms wrapped around you. You were pressed against a muscular chest, König‘s voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I don’t think I allowed you to leave the palace at night, Sklave.”

He caught you.