Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Life will be different now
Warnings: Non-con, restraint, evil!Arthur
Word Count: 100 on my phone
Author's Notes: This was a bit like a scene I had thought to put in my evil!fic, but which didn't happen. So here it is, altered and condensed to a hundred words. Also... I've been so obsessed with that story that I didn't spend hours agonizing over this. Sorry if it's lacking.
Merlin woke to pain: wrists, arms, shoulders, all on fire. He tried to move, to relieve the pressure, but couldn't. Where was he? What had happened? Frantic, he opened his eyes.
He did not expect to see Arthur's chambers. He did not expect to be naked.
Merlin was hanging from his wrists, dangling from an archway like herbs hung for desiccation. What the—?
Without warning, hands slid across his back to his hip bones. One began stroking his cock.
A voice whispered in his ear, “I kept my father from executing you. So you belong to me now.”