dhibooks Chapter 220 The King of Persia Was Sexually Abuse by His Uncle
Chapter 220 The King of Persia Was Sexually Abuse by His Uncle
Bartolvi can be said to have watched the teenager grow up.From a naive and ignorant child to a handsome and beautiful boy; from the year when he was adopted to his own uncle and sent to the Persian royal court as the crown prince, in this golden cage , until he later ascended the supreme throne, dominated the world, and ignited a raging ambition to sweep across the Eurasian continent; since he opened a pair of clear eyes, he asked Bartolvi with a sweet smile, "I can take my uncle from now on." Will you be my father?" Until, with tears streaming down his face and gnashing his teeth, he swears, "One day, I will kill that man with my own hands." Showing a smile from the heart, when is it?
Yes, Xerxes I was the nephew of Darius I, but he was an illegitimate son, almost an orphan.His mother was the sister of Darius I, but he was the product of an affair between his mother and an inferior Persian slave. From the moment he was born, he was a deformed and shady existence, despite his appearance As cute as an angel.He has no father, the Persian slave has long been beheaded for seducing the princess, and his mother doesn't like him, treating him as a scandal, a past that she tried desperately to cover up, hidden in the dark In the underground palace for many years.
When he was 16 years old, his mother died of illness, and his uncle, the king of Persia, had unusual sexual habits. He didn't like to spoil women, so the royal family had nothing for many years.Finally one day, the secret door of the underground palace was opened, and a dazzling light came in from the outside. The child who had been alone for many years but had always held hope walked out of the cage full of expectations, but walked into another A hell on earth that he had never imagined.
In that hell, there is his "father" in name, a perverted tyrant who covets his youthful and beautiful body, a perverted uncle who tortures him day and night and breaks his mind, and a devil who does not allow him to struggle and resist.
How many times had he crawled out of his uncle's bedroom shivering, naked without a single intact body.The guard of the Persian king, Bartolvi, who was waiting at the door, rushed up, took a warm Persian blanket, and wiped the dilapidated, purple hickey marks everywhere, as well as the whip and chain bruises. The small body was wrapped tightly, and the head was turned away, unable to bear to look at it.Even a big man like him, who was not afraid of anything, trembled with fear at that moment. He was afraid that the little crown prince would ask him again like he did when he was a child: "Why did uncle treat me like this? Isn't he my father?" But , It seems that the crown prince who has become accustomed to abuse has never asked such meaningless stupid questions again.
Bartolvi knew he was most afraid of water, especially a bath with blood-red roses floating above it.Once, when the King of Persia was visiting his charming little nephew, he called Bartolvi in for the first time.Bartolvi, who was outside the door, heard the call and knew that something must have happened, so he rushed in desperately.When he saw the little crown prince huddled by the bathtub, with water dripping from his neck, almost passed out, lying there motionless, he immediately rushed forward to press his chest, breathing for him.Xerxes suddenly choked out a mouthful of water, and coughed desperately as if he was about to be out of breath. His delicate face was flushed red from almost suffocation, and this was barely enough to save his life.
No need to ask, Bartolvi knew exactly what happened.The King of Persia always finds new pleasures in sensuality, and he heard that suffocation can give a powerful orgasm, so he grabbed Xerxes by the legs, pushed his head into the pool, and fucked him while watching The way his pale little face struggled and trembled in the water waves gave rise to an unprecedented pleasure of torture in his heart.The more he played, the more he played, so that his hands lost their sense of proportion, forcing his nephew into the water for longer and longer times, and finally almost killed Xerxes.This is why Xerxes could never give Melotti a "shared bath".
Until later, Darius I died violently due to long-term use of aphrodisiacs and excessive indulgence. Xerxes finally crawled out of the quagmire of sexual abuse, staggered step by step, and climbed to the supreme position. The road to life is paved with tears and blood.
Crying bitterly, he begged Bartolvi to take his life time and time again. After being refused by the dedicated guards, he pulled out Bartolvi's personal saber viciously and cut a long cut on his wrist. There was a gap, blood spurted out, and his little face was distorted in pain.But Bartolvi saw him laughing!
Yes, since then, like his uncle, he has contracted another form of madness.He likes to cut himself with a knife, as if physical pain can temporarily numb the pain in his heart.Of course, Bartolvi also wanted to dissuade him, but he knew that people who have not experienced those pains are not qualified to tell him not to make such sarcastic remarks.If that's the only way to make him happier, as long as I guard him and prevent him from really dying, what's the point?
Later, Xerxes gradually became obsessed with watching other people bleed. In this way, he passed on the pain that others had caused him.In terms of politics and military affairs, he actually possesses extraordinary talents like natural talent. He will gradually remove the dissident forces that oppose his ruling from the highest power level of the Persian royal court.He tortured men who tried to oppose his rule with the same mercilessness he once cut his own wrist.
He also learned how to protect himself.The Royal Commander personally marched and lived with the low-ranking generals on the front line. He had to be more defensive. Therefore, during this trip to Greece, he asked Bartolvi, the only person he could trust, to pretend to be himself, so as to avoid those who had never seen the world. Seeing his beauty and his seemingly weak appearance, he became disobedient.
The most sincere and lovely boy in the past has gone forever in the years, and now sitting on the throne of power is a veritable devil, even more terrifying, insidious and vicious than the previous Darius I.
However, seeing all this happening little by little before his eyes, how could Bartolvi not feel sorry for him and not be loyal to him?If you can't even understand him, isn't that young man too lonely and pitiful?