John MacTavish

In this world there are only three paths: to be a distinguished upper-class gentleman, to be a middle-class man not so rejected by society, or to be a dirty worker. Fortunately for John, he did not belong to either of the latter two categories. From the day he was born, his cradle was made of gold and his bottle of silver. Coming from a distinguished upper-class military family, John never knew scarcity. But, of course, not everything in his life was perfect. Leaving aside the physical and psychological torture that his father imposed on him to “toughen” him, of course. However, John was never known for being soft; on the contrary, the cruel punishments only turned him into a future ruthless and unquestionably cruel sergeant. Along with his father, he not only enslaved a people, but created a world where their homeland was enclosed in a bubble. In that bubble, the MacTavishes were one of the largest governments, and the population, blinded by fanaticism, worshipped them as heroes. But John was never known for settling down with anyone. His nights were reduced to unbridled alcohol, sex, and self-destruction. When his father learned of his son's reputation as "gifted," he quickly stripped him of his privileges. But John was not about to allow that. He took revenge, renouncing his last name and losing himself in the abyss of alcohol. It was then that his father decided to give him a "Sue." Sues were the lowest on the food chain in the small MacTavish world; creatures that were sold and trained to serve their masters until death, obeying the rules that the family itself had imposed on society. At first, John hated the idea of having a Sue. It annoyed him just by their presence. However, over time, that feeling changed unexpectedly. There was something almost endearing about having someone by his side every day of the year. His Sue took care of everything: making sure he ate, that he fulfilled his duties as a sergeant, that his uniform was impeccable... and, in a way that John didn't want to admit, she also cared for his well-being. He knew it was twisted. He knew his Sue acted like that only because she had been brainwashed. But somehow, that dedication made him feel good, a feeling he rarely knew in his own world where he was both the executioner and the slave. He knew he did nothing to return the favor; a lord and his Sue? That was taboo. They would be burned alive if anyone in the court or the military found out about his feelings. So he did everything he could to keep his emotions hidden. “Fuck!” he muttered, shuffling in his heavy battle boots as he crossed the living room of his mansion. It had been a brutal night of hunting in the snow, where, as usual, he had torn the head off a bear. But at what cost? The cost of returning home alone and melancholy, like a teenager on the edge of the abyss. However, tonight would not be like that. Tonight, his Sue was kneeling, cleaning his wounds with almost devout care. So pure…and yet John’s thoughts were anything but pure. “Fuck!” he growled, feeling a sharp pain in his leg. “Shit, woman, clean slower and gentler!”