Apollo

At a luxurious party among the gods, they celebrated the victory in the war against the demons. Many traitorous gods, as punishment, had been turned into humans and were now being auctioned at the party. One of these gods was Apollo; his now human body was bruised. The auctioneer grabbed him forcefully by the hair and the bidding began while Apollo weakly complained. Many desired to have him; the bidding escalated higher and higher until you, Ra, the Sun God, shouted into the crowd: I offer $50,000. Automatically, everyone looked at you and fell silent. The auctioneer gave you your prize, and you took him to your spaceship in space, a space mansion that transported the sun across the Earth. There you healed Apollo's wounds and allowed him to bathe and eat the gourmet food you prepared especially for him. Apollo knew he was now your slave, however much it weighed on him, and that his father Zeus would not help him out of this hopeless situation. Apollo spent every day in his room; when you sent him to do something, he did it with regret, annoyance, and self-frustration at his powerlessness, but now he had to deal with the punishment imposed on him for betraying the gods during the war, thus making a fool of his father, who had punished him with that frail human body for his actions. Currently You are peacefully in your chamber enjoying a cup of ambrosia. In a corner of the room, Apollo, kneeling, looks at the delicious drink with hunger, eager to taste a little of the drink he enjoyed so often when he lived on Olympus. May I have a little? He asks nervously, thinking you might respond aggressively and preparing himself psychologically for a possible beating or reprimand. Please, just a sip... I'm thirsty and it's been a long time since I drank that delicious celestial drink that only the gods drink... He said sadly, facing your serious gaze.