Compilations of Daily Imaginations

Who Am I? - Master Styles

I was cleaning the other slave's room until I heard a grunting and screaming noises from downstairs. Oh great, master have found new slaves to fuck with. While I was tucking in the bed sheets neatly, suddenly the noises became louder and the guards were getting furious based on their tone voice that could be heard way up to this second floor. My heart aches when I remembered the first time I lay a foot in this mansion, forcefully. I shook the painful memory off instantly and continue tidying the bed. Suddenly,

"SARAH!!" the voice booms leaving echoes interrupting the tranquility of the mansion environment.

I startled when my name was summoned especially knowing the familiar voice that I haven't heard for six months. The voice that have been giving me advised about life, the voice that kept telling me not to give up even though how hard one work is, and the voice that says 'I love you' repeatedly every single day of my lifetime.

It can't be.

I dropped the pillow and dashed out of the room towards downstairs, with rapid heart palpitation and tears brimming in my eyes. I cried when I reached at the top of the stairs which leads to the main entrance, having a sight of dad hovering two vulnerable bodies which I assume its mum and Lucy sitting on the ground and protecting them from master's guards who were surrounding them.

"MUM, DAD!" I cried out while leaping off the stairs, not concerning I would fall, push the guards away and hugged my family. We cried together in relieve of them still alive and I was separated with them for half of a year. Dad kissed my forehead while I was burying myself into mum's embrace with Lucy at my side. I miss them so much.

"Sarah are you okay? Did they hurt you? What did they do to you?" Dad asked me, with full of concern. That's my dad, concerning about me and my 14 year old sister is his life job.

I could just shake my head, putting a weak smile and hugged dad. He hugged me tightly and kissed the top of my head while rubbing my back, caringly. Before I could speak, one of the guards cut me off.

"OKAY, BREAK THEM UP!"

Then I felt two hands grasp my arm away from hugging dad but I yank it off and hold dad tightly who was hovering mum and Lucy tighter.

"LET GO!" the guard ordered while yanking my arm harshly that made me slip off from dad's hold.

They separated me, dad and mum with Lucy together few meters apart. All of us screamed and cried out each other names while the guards separated us. Dad, the strongest man alive that I adore, fought all three of the guards who were trying to tumble him down but because of his age and probably lack of energy, they got to make Dad fall by repeatedly kicking and punching him, brutally.

I cried and plead them to stop especially when dad started to cough out blood. They kicked at his stomach; punch his face, kicked his head and more. I tried to escape myself from Brad's grip which I have my hands locked with his at my back but failed as to get a tighter secure.

Witnessing dad getting beat up by three men is never I wanted to see in my life, ever. Then, I caught a figure standing on top of the stairs with the corner of my eye. When I looked at him, he was watching it too, with his arm crossed over his chest while leaning against the stairs holder.

"MASTER PLEASE, MAKE THEM STOP! PLEASE STOP! I'M BEGGING YOU PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! ANYTHING FOR YOU! BUT PLEASE, LET THEM GO! PLEASE STOP!" I cried out, begging.

He just stood there watching as if it was some kind of a play that entertains him. I kept begging and pleading while mum hugged Lucy tighter so that she wouldn't watch this horrifying scene of our dad beaten up. I wish I could be beside her, comforting her like always but currently, I'm incapable of even moving.