"Slave!" Liam called from his office. "Coming master." I hollered back trying to hurry before he became impatient. I hurried down the carpeted stairs, tripping on the last one. As I fell my head came in contact with the cold cement "Ugg!" I groaned.
As I was dusting myself off I heard footsteps approach. I cower bracing myself for the blow I knew was coming, Smack. The sound echoed off the walls as I fell to the ground once more.
He lifted my legs in the air and he dragged me to his office, throwing me on the couch, he took a seat at his desk. After a few minutes of silence I struggled to sit up. When I managed to stand he finally spoke up with an annoyed tone.
"How many times have you tripped on the stairs slave?" He asked "I don't know considering I'm not your God Damn slave!" I yelled, angry as hell at that point. Bad idea! He calmly got up from his desk and walked over to me, pinning me on the door.
"What the hell did you just say to me slave." He whispered emphasizing the last word. All I could do was shake my head. He beat me that night, I passed out before he stopped. The next week consisted of me starving in a dark room. He only fed me twice a day,and all he gave me was bread and water.
When I could work again, that's all I did, cleaning, cooking, scrubbing his whole house spotless. Every night I wished he would die. One night I almost got my wish. "Slave!" He said roughly shaking me awake his eyes were wide in fear and his breath shaky, that's when I noticed the blood coming from the gash on his chest, right next to his heart.
I rushed to turn on the light, tripping in the process but quickly regaining my balance. He had brought the first aid kit with him so I grabbed it and pulled out the sterilizing liquid. "This is going to hurt" I whisper to myself.
He yelled a string of colorful words as I disinfected the wound all while he was blaming me for it "You did this to me you worthless piece of shit!" He yelled. So I just pulled the stitches tighter. He's fucken off his meads or some shit. Or I thought as he continued to yell while I finished sewing his wound,they aren't strong enough!
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Lovely Captive
FantasySerina Camden has been from place to place, never really knowing where shes at. One thing she does know is there's going to be someone else there to treat her like crap. It's been this way for as long as she can remember, having man, after man "buy"...
