( WARNING! This contains child slavery, slavery in general, child selling, graphic child abuse, graphic gorey details, if ANY of you are triggered by any of this, do NOT read it, I have no intention of offending anyone, as the content listed in this story is for adults. )
( Tread carefully, as the story is full of excessive cruelty, and is a reference to the most evil slave owner in the history of Earth! )
( And people out there who are suffering from slavery, child abuse, etc, please know that you are NOT alone, there will always be people who love and genuinely care about you, even if they didn't know you from the start, know that there will always be someone who will try to help you if you allow them to do so. )
The brown haired woman was kicking and screaming.
" You can't DO THIS! "
The man forcibly holding her to the ground, leaving her neck bare and making sure to make just enough room for the axe that would soon cut through her flesh and bone, the woman was black and wearing rags for clothes.
Another man stood over her, the axe in hand, as the slaves could not do anything, except watch with dull expressions on their faces as the axe came flying down on her, chopping her head clean off, as the head fell into the woven basket, blood pooling out of the now headless stump.
" Any other slave that decides to reproduce will meet the same fate, go back to doing what you are supposed to do, we will decide what to do with this thing in the meantime, and figure out why it's not the color it's supposed to be. " Says the man holding a bundle in his hands, inside the bundle is a black colored infant, a girl with thinning black hair, half of it was pink and the man holding her was angry, she expected that black thing to give birth to a white child, not something so dark that it couldn't have been human.
Even worse, that thing is born with the aforementioned color pink covering half of her hair, the man holding her snarled, even though the girl had no idea what was to come, the man believed that all black people knew no love of any kind, and were not truly human. So for that fact to be turned on it's head by the infant's very existence infuriated the hell out of him, as he walked away from the slaves with the infant in his arms as he heard the slaves scramble about, trying to do as they were told, which didn't do much to lessen the man's rage.
He walked back to his home, a big, magnificent house which was full of wonder for the infant, he could use a slave of his own, then once he gets tired of her, he'll sell the black thing when she's old enough, and maybe through her, he'll likely get a white son out of her if she's been good.
Why....that's a wonderful idea! The cruel man thought as an evil grin spread across his lips, he'll prove to them that black people are incapable of love, and thus, incapable of producing a being made solely out of love, he will break her down to his image and expectations.
But by law, even things deserve to have names, the reasoning as to why escapes even the man himself, but he already had a name in mind for the black infant, which is fitting for her, or so he sincerely believed as a man of patience.
From here on out, this thing's name will be Giolla, for he intends to make her a mere servant of God and men alike, if something happened to her, he wouldn't even bat an eye, her mother got what was coming to her, and so will her abomination of an infant.
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CuriousTale - Origin Stories
FanfictionLong before CuriousTale first began underground, where a child with CURIOSITY fell instead of the one filled with DETERMINATION, stories of different characters with each a different 'origin' would take place on here. Despite the AU being somewhat s...
