It was time. For the King's punishment, although to the King, he was being punished from the moment he was defied and had his power ripped away.

So now, this was just a whole other level to him.

To us, it wasn't the start of the punishment when he was taken and locked up in the room, but to him, it was.

So with him viewing everything that was going to happen to him now, it was the most insulting thing. Something that he never thought would ever happen to him.

He was to be eliminated, confronted by the people he has harmed and hurt.

A vilian who was going to be finally put down.

Yet when I stare at him, it seems as if he is still waiting for something to interfere. Something that needs to happen, to cause whatever is happening to him to stop.

Is he waiting to be saved? And if so, by who? Because I know of no one who would want to help him. Maybe he is right about having people who would prefer to have him alive and in power.

After all, with him non longer being in power or alive, those people have no ally.

That is not where my concern lies, though; my problem was with Tut. He told me repeatedly that he could handle this, that he was not going to be bothered by it. That's where I think he might not be right about.

There's no doubt in my head that Tut thinks he would be able to handle this, that he wouldn't have a problem about playing a hand in killing his father, but I know for a fact that it will bother him.

The problem is, will Tut be able to handle it? Especially if it is something that ends up bothering him a lot.

I don't think he will have regrets about killing his father, but I believe he will feel something from having played a hand in his father's death.

It is something that I have already voice to Tut, but he is going to ignore it for now until he feels it is happening because that is the type of person Tut is.

When it comes to him, he ignores anything that could have an impact on his emotions.

"Killing me will start a war." Tut's father yelled out.

Tut's father was chaotic on the floor; he was on the punishment grounds. I've learned that the punishment ground is where they would do quick punishments for those who they believe deserve it.

Ancient Egyptians were not known for their long-term punishment; it doesn't mean that they didn't participate in some.

They had done force labors or sent their prisoners to Nubia, but some of the crimes that they were known for the majority of the time were their swift punishment ones.

"You all will regret this, mark my words. You all will; you think taking me down will make you all free from the horrible things that will come your way?!" The King yelled from the floor; he was covered in dirt.

He looked rough and even beaten up.

It didn't take a genius to realize that some prisoners did not care or take lightly that he is a King. Especially the fact the King himself was thrown in prison where they were and also that they overheard that they were not allowed to kill him, but that didn't stop them from doing anything else to him.

From the King's looks, I wouldn't say they tortured him too much as, of course, he was still King and had quite a bit of power to his rank and name even; well, at least that's what they believe.

"No one cares for you, besides. You should stop talking. You're wasting your breath. It's better to save energy, especially with you being this beaten up. This is work that is done by the prisoners?" Tut said he was looking towards his father.

"They will be punished, the way you all will be punish, Equal treatments to you all." King Tut's father said.

"I don't know who you're expecting to do that, but I'll like to start." King Tut said.

"Guards, connect him to the board." King Tut said to his men.

I turn my attention to Tut and saw that his stare was still at his father.

Just as his father was staring at him with so much hatred.

The guards approached King Tut's father; I notice the expression that was on some of their faces.

The looks of fear, the looks of determination, and the looks of wonder.

The looks of fear were probably from the ones who believed King Tut's father's words.

That he would get his payback, the look of determination from some of them is the look of knowing that nothing will happen to them and that this is something that they want to get done.

I had no idea if it's because it's on the fact that maybe they despise King Tut's father or because they would like to end anyone in the Royal family.

The guards did exactly what Tut asked them to do.

They tied King Tut's father around the board.

King Tut father was facing the group of people, the group of people who he did wrong,

"All these people, if they desire to be part of it or have what they like to be done to you done. Then they'll part take in it." King Tut said loud.

His father continued to stare at him.

"So, shall we start? Who would like to go first?" King Tut asked as he turned around and faced the group of people.

King Tut's cousin's girlfriend walked up first.

"I think many of us would agree on something when it comes to wanting to punish the King, that he deserves something that should have happened to him long ago." She said.

"Well, there are choices of weapons. That you can choose from." King Tut said to her, pointing towards the weapons that the guards were bringing out.

She turned around and faced the weapons.

"That is good." She said as she walked towards the weapons. She picked one of them up and looked at it.

"Coming across someone evil like you, I happen not to wish what happened to me to my worse enemy." She said as she analyzes her weapon of choice.

"What you did, was cruel. I prayed to the God's and Goddesses to punish you, to harm you every day." She said. She turned around, and it seemed to be a knife in her hand.

"Nice weapon of choice," Tut said to her.

"How would you like to use this" Tut asked her.

She turned to face the others, the ones who were trapped there with her—the ones who King Tut's father also took.

"I think everyone here who was torture by this man would agree when it comes to him needing to be tortured." She said.

"What would you like to be done." King Tut asked.

"I want him to feel vulnerable just like how he made us feel." She said.

"Ah, say no more. Guards. Strip him." King Tut ordered the guards.

The guards did what they were demand.

My eyes widened at the realization of what was going to occur that minute.

I didn't object, neither did I flinch when right in front of me, right in front of everyone.

She sliced him; she sliced his cock off.

The King, King Tuts Father, was bleeding from his lower region.

The loudest yell came from him; he could not move as he was still attached to the board.

"You feel pain? That is what you deserve for all the things you did to us! For all the pain and suffering you put us through!" She yelled at him.

"You use your power, the rank you have to hurt people, and for that, I wish you nothing but suffering. I wish the suffering to follow you even after death." She said to him.

I turned my attention to King Tut; he walked towards his father and stood in front of him.

King Tut lowered his eyes and stared at what was in front of him.

"Well, I never thought I would see a piece of a man on the ground like that let along, my fathers, but I must say. It's what you deserve, but from what I can tell from what I see on the ground. I can see now; I truly didn't get anything from you." King Tut said.

He tilted his head and shrugged.

"Anyone else?" King Tut asked as he turned around and faced the others.

"You all can have a hand; no one will stop you." King Tut.

"As for me, I would like to get my chance last. Well, my final chance." King Tut said.

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