Floor 3: Wedding Night

Revolting. This fucker touched me too many times today. He even had his bulge hanging over me. No more. Time to put this bastard in his place. I smile down at stunned fool and snap my fingers.

Two heavily muscled royal guards walk in. They kneel before us, well before me.

"Tie him up." I command.

"Fernagus?" A confused squeak comes out of the mouse before me. He's prepared to run but resists. Thinking it's a fun game to play. I don't refute him.

"All in fun my love." My face in fabricated cheer.

He grins up at me. Giving in to our play. He puts his hands behind him. Smiling as he acts distressed.

"Oh no! Save me master! I'm being kidnapped!"

The guards maintain a neutral expression. Handcuffing the prince behind his back.

"His feet too." They do as instructed, then I wave them off. They stand by the doors waiting for further instruction.

My feet hit the ground, eyeing my prey up and down. Debating the best way to humiliate this man. I despise touching him but it may be enevitable tonight. I remember all the vile things I went through under those hands. The humiliation. My fists clench, my breathe becoming unstable. My logical brain starts to waver into rage.

My foot slams hard into Red's bulging tent. He gasps out, reeling forward due to the pain. Again. He ends up his side. Again. He cries out.

"Stop!"

Again.

"Why?!"

Again

"I love you!"

A twisted feeling of euphoria. A careless gleeful grin. Rapid breathing. An unfocused series of kicks across his groin and gut. I stop at the first time he coughs up blood.

"Bring the doctor in." A guard rushes off as ordered.

I squat down to look at the crazed animal. His eyes full of betrayal and hate.

"All I've ever done is love you!" He screams at me.

I poke the space between his eyes. Letting out a long suffering sigh. Albeit with an insufferable happiness.

"I don't care."

A doctor enters the room and steps in to examine the Prince.

"Is he in danger of death?"

The doctor shakes his head, not daring a word.

"Good. Stay on standby the door. I'll need you to stop me if it's life threatening. I'll also need you at the coronation." I stare down at Red. "I have something special for him." I remember I'm on a timeline. "How long?" I eye the guards at the doors.

"An hour, Emperor." I puff up at my new title. An hour to play before the coronation.

Every surviving noble dragged in the middle of the night to witness the end of the royal bloodline.

"My father will stop you." A proud mouse said below me.

A curt chuckle sneaks out of me.

"Honey. He's already dead." The guards can't help but nod at the doors. The little prince's eyes widen. Hope flares in his eyes.

"You're lying."

"You'll see for yourself soon enough."

Another snap of my fingers and the doctor places his kit of tools on the floor next to me. It's a rather unique set, one used by the best torturer. The one I hired today. Knives for cutting, scoops for pieces, and a portable cattle prod. Lovely.

I spend the next fifty minutes in euphoric bliss. Tearing apart the bastard who torchured me for thirty five years.

…

The throne room was crowded to the brim with fearful slightly bruised nobles. Guarded by arguably more corrupted and bought nobles along with their guards. A mix of nerves and excitement filled the crowd. Until the silence was cut with the enormous doors opening.

A procession of muscled men carried the body parts of the royal family. Gasps filled the room as heads, legs, and arms were tossed around the throne. Not man, woman, or child was spared. One guard held the emperor's head, crown still attached and stood to the side of the throne.

The next set of guards were royal ones. Marching in pairs behind me, the new Emperor. I took my place in front of the throne. My words bounced around the people, fear etching their faces.

"Here me! I Fernagus Arnold! Am your emperor! The old bloodline is in ruins by my hand!"

The guard next to the throne kneels before me and presents the old rulers head. I take the bloodied golden crown and place it atop my head. The guard steps away.

I signal forward the prince. His feet dragged behind him as a pair of guards drop him before me. Still handcuffed by must now bloodied, missing fingers, teeth, and tongue. Cuts and fresh bruises coating his body. His suit was shredded, revealing his mutilated chest.

The doctor approaches and kneels before me, offering a pair of large pristine scissors.

"Red Leon you are the last of your bloodline, and it will die with you." A face worthy of death leaves the room horrified. "I will ensure it."

A now hopeless, doll like mouse is held up the guards and his pants pulled down. His disfigured cock comes into view.

SNIP

"AHH..!" The prince's scream is immeasurably pained and bloody sounding.

Over his noise, I announce his punishment.

"Red Leon will be kept alive and kept in the palace dungeons for the rest of his life."

I continue to speak of the future of my empire. My plans to cleanse the church and change the laws to serve the people. Not one word was spoken by another till I left the hall and the doors closed behind me.

"Spread the word among the staff. As long as Red doesn't die he's fair game. Do whatever you wish with him in his cell."

I'm escorted by the royal guard to the emperor's room. For the first time all day I'm finally alone.

"How long till the floor ends?"

'Ten hours remaining. If you are finished, the floor may end early.'

I let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Yes, end the floor. I'm done here." I find myself relaxing. Finally recieving my revenge.

'It wasn't the real Red and you're satisfied?'

My eyes widen at the sudden divine message.

'How disappointing Artemis.'