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he lifts my dress and can't help but grab both sides of my ass with his big strong hands. internally groaning at the sight. I was begging for him to mark me and make me his. he pulls my panties down and fall to my ankles. my dripping heat is on...
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"Good Mornin' Lizbeth" I was greeted
"G'mornin" I responded with a smile, faked of course I hate it here and ain't nothin' good about it. It's been 4 months since I was brought here and almost immediately we were put to work. We were all put out to work in the fields. They made us pick cotton and fill our bags if not we got punished. I remember the scars on my hands after that first day, who knew something that looked so soft could be so sharp on the inside. The next day we worked sun up to sun down with one water break, I cried at the end of that day. I actually cried every day for the first week being worked to the bone in the hot sun is horrid but after some time I realized I had to toughen up or this world would have eaten me alive. At the moment I was carrying a basket of clean sheets up to the house for Mr. Thomas and his wife. The house was big and white with light blue trim, on the right side of the big house was a smaller one connected to it. That's where the kitchen was, I walked into the kitchen and sat the sheets on the table in the kitchen just as I was about to leave when Maryann one of the ladies that worked in the house came up to me out of breath.
"Lizbeth there ya are" she smiled
"here I am, did you need me for something," I asked leading her to a chair for her to sit down
"Mr. Thomas needs ya at the shed, it's jack" I nodded and grab a basket full of medical supplies, and headed out to the shed that was past our living quarters. our living quarters were like small shacks each one had 5 or 6 people living in them they all had beds, a fireplace, and a porch. when I arrived at the shed there were two horses waiting outside, and the sound of screaming could be heard from the outside I gulped and took a deep breath before walking up the steps and into the shed. it was mostly empty on the inside except for some tools hanging on the wall as well as a table in the back corner. inside there was Mr. Thomas and Ben and on the floor was jack one of the men that work out in the fields with me, all I could do was stare at the marks on his back as he bled out on the floor.
"ahh Elizabeth, you're here go ahead and clean him up," Mr. Thomas said I looked up at him as he passed a whip off to Ben I glared at both of them with ill intent in my eyes all he did was smile at me, I just rolled my eyes. I walked past the men and sat everything on the table. I've done this what feels like a million times and each time it never gets easier, seeing my friends being beaten with a whip and scream and beg for it to stop, sent chills down my spine. it made me so mad. I grabbed a cloth and poured water on it so I could clean off the blood from the wounds.
the first day I arrived Mr. Thomas pulled all of us into his office one by one to talk to us he claims it was to 'get to know us'. but really he was just trying to scare us into behaving right.
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ben grabbed me by my arm and dragged me into an office where Mr. Thomas was standing in front of his desk with a drink in his hand. Ben roughly sat me in front of him
"easy now ben you don't want to break her" ben laughed at his comment
"you might want to break this one she's got a mouth on her"
"now how could such a beautiful delicate thing like her have a mouth" he smiled reaching to touch my chin but I bit him before he could. Mr. Thomas held up his hand to ben stopping him from hitting me
"if you want to keep that finger, don't touch me" I growled Mr. Thomas chuckled and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and chugged the rest of his drink before he then roughly grabbed my face, it felt like he was trying to break my jaw
"now my mother taught me better than to hit women but if I am provoked I will" he growled in my face I tried my best to smirk before spitting in his face he immediately let go of me
"To hell with your mother" I responded trying to free my hands from the chains, Mr. Thomas wiped his face and looked at ben
"Ben how hot do you reckon it is outside," he asked
"I would say damn near 100 degrees" Ben responded
"put her in the box"
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after that ben dragged me outside to a black metal box in the middle of a field, I was locked in there for about 3 and a half hours I was dehydrated and so exhausted from the heat I started hallucinating that I saw captain savage and crew. I hallucinated that I was back on the ship training with Captain, helping Churchill cook and everything that I experienced now was just a bad dream, part of me almost forgot about them I sighed and finished bandaging jack's back. I slowly helped him up off the ground
"whatcha upset about" I looked at him confused as I grabbed the basket of supplies " you sighed like somethin' was botherin' ya"
"oh, nothing..... I was just missing someone" I said walking out of the shed jack slowly followed behind me. jack was about 5'11 maybe 6-foot black guy with a scar on his left cheek that goes over his eyebrow
"who is it," he asked
"well you have a lot of questions digging into my personal life" I chuckled he smiled
"well being out here ain't nothing personal," he said I agreed
"what trouble you got yourself into this time," I asked
"Massa Thomas sent me to a nearby plantation to drop somethin' off I got lost and some slave catchers got me" he looked around and leaned in closer to me "but really I was trying to run" I rolled my eyes and kept walking he laughed a little
"oh come on Lizbeth, I know damn well you wanna get off this plantation" I stopped and looked at him
"I want to get out of here more than anyone else but I'm not bout to lose my life trying on a whim"
"so what do we need a plan?" he asked me I smirked
