Sira Kante POV
''Call me Harry''I nod and wait for my master's further instructions.
''I want you working the fields in the evening but you have to cook,prepare bath for my son and his guest and read for the children okay''he looked at me and I bowed.
''Yes Master, may I have permission to go and change out of this dress and fill water for the kids in the village with no parents''
''You have permission'' He said and I bowed leaving but before I could exit. I hear that evil slave master from today announce.
''Come to my room right after" I turn around and look at him.
''May I ask why?'' I look at him disgusted.
''You'll see''
''See what?''I said looking at him ''See you trying to rape me, Master''
''You need punishment that was way out of line''
Harry POV
I looked on at her braveness as she walked closer to him.
''There could have been a reality where we toiled side by side, where each worked with a heart of love to benefit the other - instead, you prefer power with a raised whip. There could have been a way for us to laugh and sing, to exchange the prettiest of our ways and learn from the errors of the other. Instead, you show me that you own my soul with nickels and dimes, rate my effort in a ledger written by mortal hand. It means less than the bark of a dog. You have killed children of God, his sons, his daughters - praying will never be enough and there is not a place you can run to.
What are you going to do murder me, send me away to another owner. That's okay but DYING doesn't frighten me. I have died already I died when you killed my people, when you took away my parents, when we were beaten, when my throne as Queen of my people was snatched from my hands, when the children and people were raped, when their children were taking form them I died so kill me because you've taken everything already Master''
I stood there as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. This is why I left this place for what the people here, have become were evil.
Before I knew it a slap came in contact with her face. My father's eyes widened as blood seeped from her cheek.
''Derek I told you not to lay a hand on her" He said walking up to him, ''Next morning you'll be whipped 50 lashes"
"Master how could you choose her over me?!" He yelled.
"Because my parents were friends with hers and when Mom died, her mother took care of me like her own no leave my sight"Dad roared. She looked dazed as he checked her cheek.
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The Slave and the Master's son
FanfictionA slave named Sira who was taken from her country is the master's favorite. His son Harry comes home to visit and his feelings instantly come right back for the slave he shared a childhood with. However, he is soon to be married yet he can't seem to...
