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Slaves

Um, so, boom. I don't know how this will turn out, but let's try it.
Love y'all. Stay fcute.
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Mitch's POV

"Get in. Come on, don't be so f*cking slow." I walked with my head down towards the bus. Every. Damn. Year. People get sold to other more "important" people.

Now, me and my friend, Kirstie, weren't exactly the "important" people.

We were the slaves. Slaves are meant to be tortured in everyone elses minds. Masters were free to do as they pleased with us.

"Mitch, I will get us out. I promise." Kirstie whispered in my ear. She has been saying that since we were kids. We made a promise when we were children, saying that we wouldn't end up dying as slaves.

"Kirstie, I doubt it. Once a slave, always a slave." Hoping wasn't important to me. Why hope for things that will never happen?

"Hey! You two!" I felt Kirstie jump. Guards were scary too. I know that I sound like a child, but you would be scared too.

"Yes?" I said. I felt a fist collied with my stomach.

"Don't you DARE have an attitude with me! You got that Grassi?" We were not called by our first names. We were either called "it" or by our last names. If a master were to call a slave by their first names, the master would be shunned by family and have the slave taken.

"Yes, sir." I replyed as I wobbily got up. I glanced at Kirstie who had a pained look in her eyes.

"Don't mess them up to much, they have a lot of work to do." I looked up slightly to see a tall, blonde man, probably around my age. He was... handsome, to say the least. But, I had to remind myself that I was a slave. Not a possible lover.

"Come along. Get inside." I grabbed Kirstie's wrist and dragged her with me inside. I knew she was shocked, or scared, or endulged in his looks, but I didn't want her getting hit.

Once the door was closed, I dropped her hand. "Please try and focus. I do not want you to be abused." She nodded.

"Well, hello. You must be... Mitch and Kirstie?" My head snapped up.

"U-um, do you mean Grassi and Maldonado, sir?" He shook his head.

"Did I stutter?" I shook my head. "That's what I thought."

"Uh, sir?" Kirstie asked.

"What?" She flinched at his tone. I glared at him.

"U-uh, we n-need our rooms. S-somewhere to stay?" He heaved a sigh.

"Yes, yes, come along." He yanked her by her wrist.

"Hey! Do not do that! You cannot hurt her! Please!" I slapped his hand, earning solid punch back.

"Don't talk to me like that! I should do more than punch you, but I'll spare you for now." I flinched.

"Sorry, sir. I did not mean to make you angry. I am sorry." He grabbed my wrist softly. Not like how he grabbed Kirstie's.

"I'm only treating you this nicely because you're new. Don't get used to it."