(Warning: sexual assault. The assaulter is supposed to be the bad guy, and is in the wrong. DONT FUCKING SEXUALLY ASSAULT PEOPLE)

*Texas's POV*

I'm finally getting home, after a loooong ass work trip. I can't help my grin as I walk up to my front door. When I get in, I see California waiting for me. He runs up and throws his arms around me, giving me a big kiss.

"You're finally back!" California exclaimed. I smile wider still.

"It's great to be back! I missed you!" I exclaimed. We proceed to sit and talk all about what I was up to, and how the trip was, and what California did while I was away.

"Texas... I have to ask you something," California said.

"Oh? What is it?" I ask. California stands up, and walks away. When he comes back, he's holding a box. I feel the color drain from my face.

"I just want you to explain... I know you probably don't want to talk about your past... but I... I'm just curious, sorry, forget I said anything-,"

"Cali... it's ok... I... I'll tell you...," I say. California grabs my hand.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"I'm sure...," I say....

~flashback~

Even though I sent the letter to General Confederate saying how I'm probably not adequately fit for the role of righthand man, he insisted we meet in person... this is not my first encounter with him, but this time more than ever I feel I need to impress him. I walk up to his office, and take a deep breath. I gently knock on the door...

"Texas, come on in," Confederate says, opening the door for me. I walk in, and he offers me a chair. I sit, and he sits at his desk. "So Texas, I hear you're not pursuing the role of righthand man?"

"No General, I'm sure many others would be better equipped," I say.

"Well, I see potential in you, Texas... I'd hate to see it go to waste... I'll tell you what, you can be my servant, I tell you what to do and you do it. Is that a manageable task?" Confederate asked. I nod. I'm used to serving others, being a farm worker for most of my life, and serving the General should be plenty of work. "Good... meet me back here tomorrow, ok?" The General said. I nod.

The next day, I go back to his office, expecting some kind of work or something, but instead he sits me down and talks to me... he asks me about my past, my interests... I didn't think he cared what some servant thought.

"Sir-,"

"Call me Master, please," Confederate said.

"Master... why are you so interested in me? I... I must admit I've lead a relatively normal life-,"

"You're a revolutionary! Just as I am, of course I'm interested in you," Confederate exclaimed. I smiled. He's really interested in me? Wow....

After a while of bonding, Confederate sent me to rally the troops, which I gladly did.

For weeks, I served Confederate. He gave me lots of praise, and never hesitated to compliment me. One day, I was called into his office, where he sat me down and stood over me, a serious look on his face.

"Texas, we left the women back in the town.... you must be missing courting, Hm?" Confederate said.

"Oh... not particularly Master," I said. Confederate looked me in my eyes, his cold stare sending chills down my spine. He lifted my chin.

"You'd do anything for me, right Texas?" Confederate asked.

"Yes Master," I said, a bit frightened by his seriousness.

"Then close your eyes," Confederate said. I hesitantly did... and suddenly I felt a warm touch on my lips. My eyes shot open. Confederate was kissing me.

"Mh!" I exclaimed, pushing him away, but he grabbed onto me and held me in a close, deep kiss. He pulled away roughly, holding my head to keep his gaze.

"Don't tell anyone about this Texas, unless you want to face the consequences," Confederate said, choking me.

"M-master...," I cry.

"Shhh... just let it happen...,"

"Texas.... I'm so sorry...," California said, wiping the tears from my face.

"He was so nice to me... but it was all a trick....," I cried.

"I know.... I... I'd fucking shoot him again....," California said. I take a deep breath.

"Anyway... he's in jail now... I don't have to worry about him anymore," I say. California nods.

"Hey... what do you say we go on a date?" California asked. I smile.

"Sounds lovely,"