I am in a prison cell. My days of stealing and conning the rich to feed my family are over. I have been caught, and this will be no ordinary sentence... The king is known to be a wildly chaotic manic leader. I am in his court in front of him about to have my case presented and sentencing handed out. It's not going well so far; he has been laughing at me all along as if I'm some sort of idiot who doesn't understand what's happening around here. No one else seems to get it either, but there are many other prisoners in the holding area with me, and they seem to think they're going to be given a chance at freedom too.
"What crime did you commit?" He asks, leaning down towards me menacingly. "Tell the truth."
"No," I say defiantly. "No one will believe anything I tell them anyway."
He laughs again. His voice sounds like gravel rolling down a hill, full of power, authority and insanity.
"I've got a good punishment for a pretty boy like you. You'll be sentenced to breed." The room suddenly goes quiet, and everyone is staring at me. I look around nervously, trying to figure out what he means by that. "You will be forced into servitude as a breeding stud. If you refuse to do this, then your throat will be slit. Do you understand?" He looks at me expectantly, waiting for an answer. I can hear the other prisoners breathing heavily in anticipation of their fate.
"What do you mean a breeding stud?" I ask in confusion.
"Breed!" He yells, throwing his hands up in frustration. "It means you will be bred with our captive women and produce us slaves! You will spread your seed to our captives, to birth little bastards who will grow into strong warriors for our army. You are herby our court breeder!" He stands up straight and turns away from me. I stand there in shock, still unable to comprehend what he's saying or how it could even happen.
"NEXT!" He shouts. I'm dragged out of the room by two guards and thrown into another cell where more men are being held. A guard pulls out a key from under his belt and unlocks my door. "Get in." He tells me roughly, pushing me inside.
The cell is bare except for a small mattress on the floor and a bucket in the corner with water in it. The man who was talking to me before walks out of the door, locking it behind him. The next day, a group of large burly guards wake me up.
"Get up," the leader of the guards says, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet. "We've got captives for you to impregnate."
I try to resist him, but he's much stronger than I am. He pushes me out of the door and drags me down the hallway. The other guards push me forward, prodding my back with spears as we go. I stumble and fall to the ground, getting kicked repeatedly. We come around a corner and stop in front of a door.
"This is our breeding pen, breed and impregnate these prisoners or we'll kill you" the leader of the guards snarls. One of his men opens the door and pushes me inside.