Life As A Slave (1D FanFiction)

cold showers

---Isabel’s POV---

I woke up to the annoying unmistakable ring of my alarm clock. I slowly turned around so that I was facing it. I glared at it for a couple of seconds before slamming my fists on the big button on top of it. I groaned and slowly sat up in bed. I saw a sleeping Erin wrapped up like a burrito on her bed. I groggily pushed myself out of bed, regretting staying up so late last night, but at least no one else should be up this early in the morning unless their already doing there shifts.

I walked to the closet I shared with Erin. I pulled out my uniform and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water in the shower and gingerly got undressed. I checked my reflection out before stepping in the shower. My chest nut Brown hair that usually fell past my shoulders in messy-neat waves was sticking up in messy knots. My blue eyes looked tired and had some sleep in them. I was hunched over from a bad night’s sleep on the pile of metal and fabric you call a bed.

I checked the water in the shower to make sure it was hot enough. Once I was satisfied with the temperature I stepped into the shower. The hot water ran over my body and I let a relaxed sigh out. I let my body go slack and my muscles relax. This is usually the only part of the day that I’m aloud to relax. I grabbed the bar of soap and brought it to my body. As I rinsed my body I started to think about my past. When I was free, when I was young and when I didn’t have to answer to anyone.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was 17 and I was best friends with Erin. We use to explore every day. We knew that when we turned 18 we would be brought into slavery so we wanted a life that we would both remember. We got into a lot of trouble back then, mainly Erin but every now and again I would get caught into it too. But we always got off the hook then, because we were so young. It was only five years ago but I didn’t want these memories to fade away so I wrote them down in a journal when I was younger, so that I could look back at them. It’s been a long time since I read back at the journal. I knew that if I did the memories would be too overwhelming.

I wrote about everything except how we got here. Honestly I would rather forget it. But sits at the back of my mind taunting me every day. Reminding me that I am no longer a person but an object. Some ones property. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to push out the memories, failing to do so.

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“Let us go!” I screamed banging my hands on the bullet proof glass window that separated us from the driver.

“Isabel, it’s not going to work.” Erin said grabbing my hands and pulling us back. “You knew that this was going to happen when we turned 18, and you know that we can’t do anything about it. Just accept it.” Erin said. You could tell how frustrated Erin was she was at her own words, glaring at me and her surroundings. She kept on biting her lip, so I could tell she was thinking of how she could get out of here too, but she knew that nothing would work.

“We have to do something.” I said defensively. We’re being kidnapped into slavery and she’s acting like it’s a field trip or something.

“You need to calm down.” She said sternly. I sighed and played with the rope that was tightly wrapped around my wrists. I didn’t know this knot so I doubt that I could untie it.

“Does it look bad?” Erin asked referring to the cut on her forehead. It didn’t look deep but it had bled a lot. “No, I think it’ll be fine.” I reassure her. She laid back down, I hated this about her, she was always more relaxed then she should be and it pissed me off.

“Were probably almost there, just relax till we get there, we need to save our energy.” She stated. I wasn’t in the mood for relaxing but I think it would be a good idea if I saved my energy.

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“We were not almost there.” I stated as the car slowed down to a stop.

“Get ready.” Erin sat up in a crouching position. It looked like she was going to attack who ever opened the boot. I followed her lead and prepared myself for what was waiting on the other side.

As soon as the door opened a let out a gasp. Erin and I recognised him from the other day. It was the guy who stormed out of that ware house me and Erin decided to explore. I don’t know why he stormed out, but Erin does. She decided to sneak in to see what the commotion was about. I’m sure that he saw us, is this why we’re here, and so that we could be tortured for what Erin over heard.

A loud gasp came out from my lips as the water from the shower went cold, which meant that another slave was showering this early in the morning as well. ‘Fuck I’m going to be late’, I thought to myself as I got out of the shower.

I do wish I knew what Erin overheard but she thought that it would be best if I didn’t. ‘Shit, I am late’ I thought to myself as I checked the time again seeing that I was ten minutes late. Hopefully no one will notice.

A/N

So what do you guys think so far, I really want to know what you guys think about the story at this point and what you think about Isabel and Erin. Well that all for now ttyl.

Byyy, Love yooouu oxoxoxoxox

-Erin