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**"This is definitely not the cave I was in,"** Michael muttered as he slowly opened his eyes. His wrists ached, and when he looked down, he realized he was chained to a wall.
**"Ehhhh... why am I in chains now? Can't I catch a break?"** he groaned, voice heavy with exhaustion.
He shifted uncomfortably, glancing down. **"And on top of that, I'm naked... but at least I still have my Silver Chariot. We live to see more adventures, my friend."** He gave his crotch a solemn nod.
**"Keep it down in there, freak!"** a voice shouted from outside the cell.
**"Damn... my situation's so shitty, even a kid's yelling at me,"** Michael said with mock sadness, pretending to cry.
**"Who the hell are you calling a kid?! I'll have you know I'm nineteen!"** the guard shouted back.
**"They're really giving out ages to anyone nowadays, huh,"** Michael muttered, disappointed.
**"The hell did you sa—"**
**"That's enough, Jaden. I don't want to have to report you,"** a calm voice interrupted.
A woman in a lab coat and glasses stepped into view, heels clicking against the floor.
**"Yes, Mrs. Olivia,"** the guard said quickly, standing at attention.
**"At ease. Open the cell,"** Olivia said flatly.
**"Yes, ma'am,"** Jaden replied, unlocking the door. **"Be careful, Mrs. Olivia—he's got a weapon down there."**
**"It's not a weapon, you retarded child!"** Michael shouted.
**"Then why do you keep calling it a Silver Chariot? And I'm *not* a child!"** Jaden yelled back.
**"That's enough from both of you. Jaden, leave us."** Olivia's tone was calm but carried authority.
**"Yes, ma'am."** As she walked away, Jaden flipped Michael off behind her back.
**"What's she saying 'fuck me' for?"** Michael asked, laughing.
**"Do you find your situation funny?"** Olivia asked as she walked toward him, stopping so close that her chest pressed lightly against his face.
Michael's voice came out muffled. **"How do you want me to talk when you're suffocating me with your breasts?"**
Olivia blinked, then stepped back. **"Oh. Sorry about that—I forget I have these sometimes."**
Michael gasped for air. **"Yeah, I noticed."**
Olivia cleared her throat. **"Now, to the matter at hand—the Queen has demanded your presence in her royal chambers."**
Michael's eyes widened. **"The Queen? What the hell does she want with me? Don't tell me I'm going to be beheaded—or worse, castrated!"**
He started wriggling wildly in the chains.
**"Do you just squirm and shout all the time? Aren't you supposed to be a *man*?"** Olivia asked, unimpressed.
Michael froze. **"Wait... did you just call me a *man*?"**
**"Yes. That's what you are, aren't you?"**
Tears welled up in his eyes. **"Olivia... come here. Let me hug you. You're the only person who hasn't called me 'she' or 'her.'"**
**"Erm, no thanks,"** Olivia said, backing away. **"Look, we don't have time for this. Personally, I wanted to experiment on you—but the Queen said you're too important for that. Hmph."** She pouted slightly, adjusting her glasses.
**"Two guards will bring you clothes shortly. If they don't fit well, that's because they weren't made for your kind, okay?"** she added before turning toward the door.
**"Yeah, sure. Thanks, Doctor Buzzkill,"** Michael muttered.
Olivia left without replying, her heels echoing down the hall.
Michael slumped back against the wall and stared at the ceiling. **"I wonder what the Queen wants from me. Maybe she'll make me an Imperial Knight... or her lover. Hah, maybe this world isn't so bad after all."**
He looked down and sighed. **"But seriously, can they hurry up with the clothes? I'm pretty sure my Silver Chariot's about to fall off.**