Paying the debt

A new life

I ran through the hallway feeling my heart beat fast almost as if it was going to pop out of my chest, I could hear his footsteps closing in on me. I knew running was inevitable, sooner or later I was bound to get caught, but still I ran. I turned a sharp corner and slammed the door shut locking it from the inside, his banging soon followed. I quickly searched around for an escape route, with no luck my last resort was to push a large wardrobe in front of the door. I quickly opened the window and looked out to see how high I was, of course with this "luck streak" I had going on, I was on the fourth floor.

I felt like crying out in anger, but didn't, his banging and shouting quieted down and I thought he had finally given up, and that I was free, then suddenly a bang louder than before was heard, then followed the sound of breaking wood, I knew he was breaking through, I had to act quickly, I could tie the bed sheets together and climb down like in the movies, but damn the bondwoman who was cleaning in here must've taken the sheets to get them cleaned! "Just wait until I get my hands on you bitch!" the slave dealer on the other side of the door yelled as he took another swing at the door. I ran to the closet and looked around, I had heard of rumors of there being secret tunnels in some rooms, I searched frantically but no sign of anything. I knew I was trapped and doomed, there was nowhere for me to go but I knew I couldn't cry, I couldn't show fear, for you see, earlier this day I had rebelled once again to complying with his rather lustful ways by hitting him over the head with a rather expensive looking vase. Today however, was different, his eyes seemed to be in anger and the mistress had not been home as of late, she was always rather vengeful towards me, maybe because I was younger and some say "better looking" though my unwashed face and hair would argue with that statement, plus she was a very beautiful woman herself, she was about 32 and had long blonde hair with big green eyes and porcelain like skin her name was Nadine, but her husband on the other hand, was a 52 year old balding man with wrinkles and a permanent scowling face his name Robert. Rumors around the place say the only reason she is with him was for his money, for you see he has been in the slave dealing business for quite some time and thus his name has gone around and is visited many times from people wanting slaves. And of course he has a variety of them, the cooks, cleaners, farmers, babysitters. Since I am the youngest (being 17) he categorizes me as a "moldable" slave, meaning I can still be taught to do any of the above.

Soon Robert was going to be in here, and I will be surely beaten, although it would be my first, he seems to have a hard time attempting to beat me, and usually it was Nadine. "That's it bitch I'm in!" he shouted as the wardrobe burst open and exposed a gaping hole that was caused by an axe and out jumped a red faced Robert. He ran towards me and pulled me by my long brown hair and fixed the axe so that the sharp side was positioned right on my neck, "I should kill you right now, but alas, that fear in your eyes, and this body...I can't afford to kill you, many people would love to buy you for a high price." "Now, before I beat you unconscious, what do you have to say for yourself?" he whispered into my ear, his breath reeked of onions and garlic I felt nauseas "Go...fuck yourself..." I said, he threw me on the bed and threw the axe to the ground, I turned to him angrily yet somewhat afraid, was I really going to get beat by him? He got closer and grabbed me by the neck while pushing me against the wall. "Heh, what a naughty girl you've been, breaking that expensive vase, and striking your master, do you know how much that's going to cost you?" He smiled a wicked smile that seemed to strike as mentally insane, I could feel my eyes watering but still I didn't dare close my eyes or look away. Suddenly a look of hesitation came to his face, "Why..." he let me go and turned away "why do you remind me so much of her?!" he shouted "WHY WHY WHY??!!" he picked up and swung the axe against the wall causing a hole to appear. He was panting now "Get out..." he mumbled, I stayed "GET OUT!" he threw a lamp towards the corner where I was, causing me to run out the room through the wardrobe and out the hall. On my way out I bumped into Nadine, "Oh you idiot! Watch where you're going!" she screamed I normally would've yelled something sarcastic back, but instead just kept running I made it out of the house and to the field where I found my aunt Rena. "Auria where have you been? What's wrong? What happened?" she asked me concerned and checking my arms and face. "I think I might have signed my death wish..." I panted while trying to catch my breath, "Oh no, what now? Did he hurt you, was that what the yelling was? What did you do?" she was afraid "He tried to take advantage again, so I hit him with a vase, and broke it" I said finally calming down "He didn't hit me, but I think I made him go insane, he said I looked like someone and told me to get out,". Alexander was nearby listening and commented "maybe he's talking about his deceased daughter," I turned at him, "that creep had a daughter?" I asked "Yep, she died, hm...I forgot how, Hey Michael, do you remember how the old ass's daughter died?" Alex yelled at the oldest slave here Michael. "She was 12, and died due to Tuberculosis I believe." He said while separating the corn from the stalk. "Do I... do I really look like her?" I asked he stopped and turned to me "No my dear, she did not look like you, but she did act like you, rebellious, for you see, she loved all of us, she would often sneak treats for us and convince her father to not beat us, he was crazy about her since she was all that was left of his first wife, whom he loved, but after she died, he became sinister and angry at the world, and for that, treated us harshly," he got up from sitting and leaned on his walking stick to help support his bad leg "But it seems as though he misses his daughter too much that he is convinced that you are her, and thus no beatings for you," he shook his head in disapproval and tried to pick up his basket of ripe corn, I grabbed it and carried it "I got it," I said, he smiled at me while we walked back towards the house "Even if he doesn't beat me, he still tries to take advantage of me," I said Michael caught the sad tone and added "well, as long as Nadine is here, he won't do anything, she'll make sure," he tried to cheer me up but failed.