Bound by Ribbons and Lace

  Chapter 1

Welcome to Hell

Welcome to my Hell. My Hell is filled with polished wood floors, sparkling chandeliers, and elaborate sculpted marble in majestic mansions. Doesn’t it sound like Heaven? Yes it is correct to assume so, but here the only way you can indulge in these luxuries are if you are a man or are married to one.

In the year 2020 the world had a revelation. All the men with power decided women were no longer fit to be ranked in society after the first woman president failed our nation. By 2022 a law was passed, all women were to be considered property. All women were slaves. My mother was only three when this law was passed. At the time my grandmother was already married. Any woman that was already married did not have to submit to this absurd new sexists society. These new laws were to be followed. Any girl or woman over 15 was to be taken to their local football stadium, jail, arena, or anywhere big enough to house them. All families with young girls or any with pregnant women were to raise their children to the age of 15 then relinquish all rights and bonds to them. If a woman was married she was to be kept at the same rank as her husband. A woman can be chosen to be married at anytime and have no choice in the matter.  At anytime a girl over 15 could be sold to the highest bidder and was property until the day she died.  Finally anyone who disobeys these laws could be punished by death. Basically at 15 you were sold, ordered around, and used until you died.

Over the next three years houses were set up for girls to grow up in until they were sold. They were sent to a boarding school of some sort. They were not beaten here nor were they mistreated. They were just waiting out their inevitable fate of being a slave. Some were lucky enough to meet nice men who wanted to marry and take care of them. Others, like myself, weren’t so lucky. Many were sold to be maids, workers, or the worst fate possible sex slaves.

                Chapter 2

           My Name Is……

     On my mother’s 15th birthday my grandfather made a deal with a congressman. My mother married his son. She was happy with him and he treated her like a real person and not a slave. After some years he took his fathers place and she became pregnant with me. On October 31st, 2040 I Litlye Dillon Farner was born. I was to be an only child, because on my 15th birthday my mother killed herself. My father told me it was because she couldn’t bare the thought of her daughter being used and mistreated.

     I lived at Master Ronald Moore's Home for Girls for 364 days. Most girls were sold a week or a month at max after they get here, but no not me. I cleaned the polished floors, washed dishes, did laundry, and whatever else Master Moore asked. As did any girl. When we lined up for a block day I was the princess of cold to these devils in business suits. No one wants a defiant slave. Master Moore has grown fond of my company, but knows that if I behave just once he would gain a lot of profit for my misery.  I am now 16 years old with blonde hair, green eyes, and an athletic build. If I behaved once I would be sold quickly.

    It was Friday, block day. All the girls put on their white dresses and pulled their hair into a ponytail. We descend the steps and lined up each on our own little wooden block. One by one a girl is sold or an offer is made on her. She is taken off her block sent to the outfit room where she is dressed, her makeup done, and sent to her new masters car.  After three hours of standing we switched with the second group so we could sit for a short time or take a nap if desired. I returned to my room before my finale shift standing on my block.