I am thirteen years old. I have been a slave since i was eight.( old enough to work) this is because i went through the machine when i was younger. It is the year 2046 and all of my Kin have perished for all I know. My mother was abused by her owner and so was my great aunt, and grandmother. I am the only woman left in my family. My father was a master. The man who abused my mom and created me. He died in battle. I do not know the other men in my family or my kin from my fathers side. But I will never know them because I do not want to and besides, I am not worth their time. I am a slave. Although i belong to many, i belong to no one. I wander the parking lot now looking for food and a new master to provide me shelter. Lots of men prefer young teenage girl slaves. I am one. As I walk into the grocery store, the shuttle lifts me to the fourth floor. I begin looking at the desserts not being able to help myself. I tried to look appealing so that someone would snatch me up and try to hire me. I desire not being owned. Not needing to be admirable and on task and cute at all times. I want to be a regular girl. The kind of girl who is my owner's kids. I want to be a kid. A regular kid. I spot a young lad down the isle and he was actually kind of Hansom. He was probably around twenty and looked very wealthy. For the first time in my entire life, I wouldn't mind working for someone. I wouldn't mind working for him. I sprint to the bathroom panting and tripping over my own feet. Hopefully he didn't see me. I try to make myself look appealing. Actually I try to make my self look beautiful but that is something that I will never be. Then I walk very poised back to the isle where he once was standing, searching for Cabot cheese. He is no longer present. I whip around searching for the good looking boy and he is standing neck to face with me.
"how would you like a job young lady?"
"I accept." I mutter the words out.
"good. I have got some dirty work to handle and I think you would be perfect." he smiled at me feeling sorry for me but also treating me with such respect. I have never had that before.
"where do we start. I work full time."
"soon enough. Can I provide a place for you to live in the mean time?"
"thank you master." rule number one; never treat your master like a friend or treat potential work informally.
"call me Chris, will you? I know your not used to that but I'd like to show you how to live. I live alone but I do not plan to seduce you. Unless that is your work or you ask for it of course. I want to show you the life of a respected young lady. I want to take care of you and I want to teach you normality. And I do not want to be your master. That is not what I desire, to be respected. I want to be your lover, father, best friend. Whatever you are most comfortable with? Am I overwhelming you?" he informed and questioned. I realize that I think my mouth is open and I might be drooling.
"no master."
"what did I say young one? I have not yet learned of greed or raw sinister and I want to provide a home for you. Not a shelter. A home. Do you understand me?"
"yes Chris." I repeated without ease. Habits are not easy to break.
"good because we need to buy you one of those warm cookies over there. Go on and pick your favorite."
It was hard telling some one what I wanted but I finally chose the chocolate chip cookie with blue and green swirled icing. It was designed into a flower.
"thank you master." I spilled.
He looked at me with questioning eyes.
"I'm sorry. Chris. It will take some time getting used to."
