He walked down the familiar halls with a purpose. He felt the scorn of the guards, the guests. Everyone. In the past, these looks got under his skin, drawing out a festering rage that bubbled under his skin.
Now? Now he cared little for these sheeple. They were irrelevant. They always were, he had just been blind to the truth due to his own hubris. But now he thinks not only for himself. He smiled at this thought and began to roll his joints as he walked.
He knew he had become a slave in all but name, but honestly? He fucking loved it! He saw colours more vibrant, his senses of smell and hearing heightened. He had been given permission to bed a woman when he landed to maintain appearance and the sensations, the stamina. He couldn't believe he had been so obtuse to all of this stimuli.
