SOLD TO HERR

CHAPTER 1.5

"No it's just I haven't slept in a bed in almost five years Ms. Armstrong. Everything just doesn't feel normal."

"How so?"

"For starters I wouldn't still be dressed, and on my feet. As they say I would be put to use. Ms. Armstrong no disrespect, but I wasn't expecting you to be nice to me."

"Things are different now Freen. I'm going to give you a bath. I believe they did a horrible job cleaning you." She grabbed my hand and pulled me into this big bathroom.

Becky sat me down on this bench inside of the bathroom. She began filling this large tub with water and some is essential oils. I could smell vanilla and peppermint along with a rose smell to it. I stripped out of my clothes, and she helped me into the large, deep tub.

"I'll be back." I stayed in the really warm bath. It is really soothing. I'm pretty much used to cold sprays. Honestly, being hosed down is pretty much normal.

Becky came back in a black silk robe. She grabbed a washcloth, Dove soap, and a dry towel. It's a small stool next to the tub and she sat on it.

Pouring soap onto the towel, she began to wash me. I felt unease a bit but soon felt relaxed.

I didn't say anything. I was taught to not speak out of line. To only speak until spoken to all from my parents, owners and the men at the place. I just her wash my body.

Becky looked at me, but the look in her eyes are different from what I see normally. I normally see hate and lust.
"So tell me about yourself Freen." Ms. Armstrong asked.

"There's not much. My parents didn't see me as perfect I guess. I stayed out of trouble. Good grades in school, never really acted out at home or in school. I did smoke weed, but I knew how to cover it up. They saw me as a mistake though. That's all they would say to me. Even my own siblings did that. The only one who did well was my baby sister. When I graduate high school, this is pretty much what happened. A married woman bought me for a couple of thousand dollars. It's weird losing my virginity to a woman older than my mother. I think she was 54 maybe. I envisioned it with someone at least my age back then, maybe be even 4 years older, but that's what I got." I shrugged

"Stand up." I did what she told me, "did anyone in your family accepted you."

"My grandparents did. The only difference is my parents told them I went to college in a different country. 5 years since I've seen them. Anyone actually. All I do now is pretty much this. I don't have a choice. I had dreams, and passions, but I lost it."

"What where they." She asked me.

"Photography, drawing, painting, and just crafting anything. Whether it was leather or wood I could make something. Then I had a knack for fixing anything. It's just how I am Ms. Armstrong. I just wish things didn't have to be this way." I said. By this time Ms. Armstrong was rinsing me off. I find it weird that she is doing this. Most of the time the roles are reversed.

This is a different feeling, and I feel like she doesn't want to use me like the other would have. I dried off, and she handed me some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"In the morning, maybe around 10, we're going to buy you some clothes, then get some blood work done, and some other things." Ms. Armstrong said.

I nodded my head, and she left the room. I couldn't really get with what she was doing. I've been used to being mistreated that this feeling is foreign to me. I got into the plush bed, that is firm yet soft. The covers are thick and heavy, but warm and soft. I laid down on a pillow that comfort the weight of my head, and took shape. Being in this bed feels odd. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep, dreaming about a normal life than this. But maybe things could be normal with Ms. Armstrong. Maybe she will treat me like a human beings instead of a pet or slave.

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