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– "You one of those Daenerys freed?" – he said mockingly. "The masters are back, so you’re going back to your old life, slave!" – the man spat with contempt, his eyes wandering over Alex’s dirty body before finally pulling out a heavy iron collar, which sent a chill of dread through Alex. The metal glinted dully in the sunlight.
– "No... no, not this..." – Alex backed away instinctively, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.
– "Oh, you’ll remember this," – the man sneered, moving closer with a smug grin. "You can resist all you want, wench. But either you put this collar on now, or it’ll be forced on you. So don’t make things harder for both of us."
Alex stood still, clenching his fists, trembling all over. His gaze was locked on the iron collar in the man’s hands. Every second felt like an eternity. His heart was racing so fast it felt like it would burst out of his chest. He had dreamed of being in Westeros, but this? This wasn’t what he had imagined.
Heroes, battles, the fight for the throne—all of that now seemed like silly fantasies, far removed from his new reality. He wasn’t a hero now. He was a slave, with no choice.
'I can’t...' – he thought, his eyes darting between the cruel man and the collar. But reality was different. This wasn’t a movie where you could just stop the scene. This was real!
The man stepped closer, his patience running thin. "So, wench? Waiting for me to put it on you myself?" – he growled, pulling the chain.
Alex’s hand slowly reached for the collar. The metal was cold and heavy. But he knew resisting would only make things worse. What could he possibly do against this giant in his new body?
Gritting his teeth, he lifted the collar over his head and carefully placed it around his neck. The cold metal touched his skin, triggering a sharp feeling of helplessness. The collar snapped shut with a loud click, and Alex felt as though he could hear the chains of his freedom locking in place forever.
The man smirked, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "That’s right. Now you’re back where you belong. Slave." He yanked the chain, and Alex stumbled, barely staying on his feet.
"Let’s go," – the man ordered, tugging the chain roughly. "You belong to me now."
Alex forced himself to move forward, his legs trembling under the weight of it all. He walked slowly behind his new master, feeling every horrifying detail of his new reality.