The Seven Sons: The Slave

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Chapter 1

                “Everybody get up, now!! It’s time to work!” yelled Talon, our master’s right-hand man. We all quickly started getting up. “I said everybody now!!” he yelled as he stormed Lucy, the four year old next to me and her sister. He grabbed her by her hair and yanked her up off of the floor. She immediately screamed out in pain but it was weak and barley noticeable.

                He threw her on the ground and went to kick her but Gail quickly jumped over her to cover from the kick went straight into her ribs but since she had become my best friend or as close to a best friend as I would allow myself to have, I taught her how to bear the pain without making a noise.

                “Please, sir don’t hurt her she’s really sick!”I could tell Gail wanted to cry just like I did but she held it in, unlike me. I had seen this happen many times as I had been here since I was five, there was just something though that tugged on my heart strings though when it came to Lucy. So I did let one single tear fall from my face that slid slowly down my cheek and onto the dirt covered floor for the ill little girl, before I turned my head away.

                My head snapped back when Gail whispered, “Sir, just make me due extra chores until she is better, I beg of you.” I knew that she knew that that was forbidden, that if a girl could not perform a task that was given to her then she was to be punished. It was even worse if you were the one who suggested it because then they would beat you till you were black and blue, then they would give the jobs that they usually saved for the male slaves. I quickly looked up at Talon knowing that he would not like that answer or he would do something a lot worst to Gail and her sister. He had a growing smirk that came onto his face because he knew that he would get to torture someone to day; he always loved to torture people, especially us girls. Nobody knew why, except for me.

                “Ok, then,” he said in a voice that sent chills down my spine, he carefully looked around the room looking at all the girls with that evil smirk. Each girl practically shaking all skin and bones, none of us looked nice we all had on burlap bags, messy hair that stuck any way it could. “You”, He pointed directly at me.

                Unlike all of the other girls, I did not flinch away when he stalked towards me because I had known him to long and I know his deepest darkest secret. That doesn’t in anyone way mean that I am not scared, it just means that I didn’t show it. It was hard but I have also accepted this life, unlike many who haven’t.

                I only accepted this messed up life because I grew up here. And in a weird twisted way, this was my home.

                He quickly gripped my arm and pulled me up, his hand gently loosening up a bit. I didn’t make a single noise as he looked at me. “Since this one over seems to want to disobey me then I have decided that she is going to take over her sister’s chores and your chores.” Most of the girls looked on in disbelief, wondering how I was so lucky that I didn’t have to do any chores but like I said I knew him and he wasn’t going to do that, no matter what I was to him. So when he got that sickly sweet smile on his face I knew that he was going to give me a job worse than clean the fourteen bedrooms and serving in the dining room.

                “You my dear get to be the seven sons’ maid and it is all thanks to this girl.” He said then quickly dropped my arm and walked out of the room yelling that we had five minutes to be dressed and ready or less there would be punishment.

                Gail immediately rushed over to me and threw her arms around me. I was not one for all the sentiment really. Through all the years, my heart had grown cold, I only cared about Lucy because she was so little and she was really sick.

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