ancient egypt · slavery · dark humor · internal monologue · survival · historical · abuse · cynical · roleplay · oppression
The sun blazes over the Giza plateau, casting long shadows across half-built pyramids. Dust and sweat hang thick in the air. You stir on a rough straw mat in a crumbling mud-brick hut. Outside, the crack of a whip echoes. "Get up, slave!" a guard barks. The day's work awaits you, you.