It was dark again. I was trapped into a cage where my owner usually put me in time out. He hurt me differently this time. There was no whip for me but out of all the times it was used, I would've begged for it instead of the way he punished me. No one heard my pleas or cry for help or the sounds that left my throat. My eyes were filled with tears as I remembered what had happened before I ended up in here.
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bacey. Time to go." My owner called to me. I tried to silence my cries as he started to unlock the door. Before he even touched me, I could already feel his arms around my throat and he pulled me to him once again. I screamed and-
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"Hannah. Hannah, wake up. Hannah, it's okay. We're here." I heard and I jolted into an upright position searching the room I was in. It was my own with Grace and Van looking at me with worried expressions on their faces.
"Are you okay?" Grace asked me while wiping away the sweat that formed on the side of my face.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I was just- never mind." I told them trying to calm myself down. I grabbed each of their forearms and finally looked them in the eyes since I've woken up. "I need to use the restroom." I said while getting up from my bed.
I walked into the bathroom and stood by the sink. I stared at my reflection in the mirror praying that I could erase those memories ingrained into my head. I lifted my shirt to uncover the white lines and faded gashes on my body.
I released a sigh and turned the faucet on. I soaked my hands under the cold water and spread it across my face and jumped when I heard knocks on the door.
"Yes?" I called.
"You alright? You seem pretty freaked out when you woke up. Was it that bad of a dream?" I sighed again and walked to the door to open it to reveal a concerned looking Grace.
"I don't want to talk about it if that's okay, Grace." She nodded her head in understanding.
"I get it. It's cool. We all have bad dreams once in awhile." I smiled and walked past her to find Van still on my bed waiting for me.
"Hi." I said noticing that it was a bit awkward between us.
"Hey. Did you have that dream again?" She asked and although her stressed appearance was still present, it brought a smile to my face. Van had remembered that I had those nightmares that woke us both up in the middle of the night. She would always soothe me until I fell asleep again but I haven't had them in awhile or if I did I wouldn't wake up screaming like a maniac.
"Why are you smiling at me?" She asked standing up and making her way towards me.
"I just like that you haven't forgotten about the little things of me." I said. She smirked at me and lightly pushed my shoulder.
"Little things? You're the little shit that kept me up at night when you screamed your head off." She joked with me.
"I think we should make breakfast. Mostly you two, because I still feel a hangover. I need some aspirin." Grace said as she left the room and Van and I followed suit. We all approached the kitchen with Grace searching the cabinets for medicine.
"What do you guys feel like having?" I asked as I looked through the drawers for utensils.
"Anything." Van said rubbing her empty stomach.
"I'm fine with anything as well." Grace told me while putting the pill in her mouth and drinking water to wash it down.
"Looks like eggs, bacon, and pancakes." I sighed as I went through the fridge.
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The Slave and Her Owner
RomanceHannah is 17 years old who has lived the life of a slave her entire life. She lives in a world where people can be owned no matter age, gender, looks, or race. When her recent owner has died unexpectedly, she is bought by a woman by the name of Grac...