The ceiling gradually materialised as he blinked awake. He t..

The ceiling gradually materialised as he blinked awake. He tried to sit up but his arms were tightly bound to his battered body. "Where am I?" He groaned, straining to see through his pounding headache. A rustle of fabric; ominous clicks of heels stalking across the floor. A woman leaned over and peered into his confused eyes. Amused, she smirked and asked a question as he struggled to move, and he froze. Her face twisted into an expression of mock surprise. She repeated herself, and this time he realised the words were in another language. "What? I- I don't understand -" Flames erupted in her dark eyes. In a sudden blur of motion she slapped him hard across the face. "Pig," she spat in English. "Do you understand me now?" His ears rang from the heavy blow. Her perfectly painted red lips slowly came into focus and broke into a cruel smile, stretching up to high cheekbones. Dark eyeliner enhanced the sharp, regal tilt of her glittering black eyes. Her flawless skin was tinted with gold. Suddenly, horrible memories came crashing back as her words cut through the ringing in his ears. "...Honestly, what did anyone expect? Completely outnumbered, with stunted intelligence, genetically inferior; of course you "people" lost the war. Under the New World Order, every one of your men - well, the ones that were worth training, anyway, all the useless ones were disposed of immediately - has been given a new role. You were all assigned to a Goddess, to serve in any way that should please us." She paused, relishing his horror as her retelling of recent events sank in. "Since you're obviously pretty slow at the best of times, I'll spell it out for you: You. Are. My. Slave. Now. For as long as you live, piggy." She leaned in close, lowering her voice to a dangerous whisper. "Welcome to your new life."