Chance felt furious, rage piling up inside him, but he tried hard to hold it back in. He felt disgusted, not to the male prostitutes, but to the King.
'Despicable.' he thought. No matter what happens, even if the King starts to do good things in the future, his view about him will never change. He is a ruthless devil through and through.
No redemption could ever save the King from the evil deeds he has made. He was nothing but a King who abuses his power, someone who creates rules that will satisfy only himself, Chance thought.
'A ruler like that is disgusting.' Chance said inside his mind and he glared at the King of Antares, who was resting his cheeks on his hand as he looked at the prostitutes.
The male prostitutes were almost stripped naked, with only a little clothing covering their manhood. Their hands were cuffed, and they were all connected with a long chain from their cuffs as they walked slowly, tired from the heavy chains.