-{ • the only thing that needs to • }-
-{ • be free are my words • }-
her dress rolled onto her stomach, he curled his fingers scrambled her inside. he asked if it felt good, he asked if she wanted more.
yes
she moaned it out like the other woman would do when they came home with him. it seemed all scripted, she's done it enough times to know what to do.
he removed his fingers, replacing them with his friend. he felt all the pleasure in the world, she felt all the pain in the world.
he walked out of the room without a word, without saying thank you. without a single breath. all she did was lay there with milk and honey spilling out of her.
•{-}•
his name echoed in the house, the word yes rolled of her tongue. every other night their owner, or as they say master, would bring home another girl. she could be free, or she could be pricey. it didn't matter as long as he left his mark on every girl in town.
the six female slaves sat on the couch, today one would be sold. each girl wore the most beautiful dresses, but each dress outlined the best part of their bodies. breasts, waist, thighs, butt, stomach, and womanhood.
their master wants to sell his slaves for pleasure. he doesn't expect people to buy his slaves for work at all, he just wants money.
the buyer entered he talked to their master in private and soon came out. he looked at each of the slaves carefully, examining their bodies, asking their best skills.
"How much for her?"
he pointed to one girl. she looked nervous, you could tell her hands were sweating. she closed her eyes and prayed for her to be bought. soon money was being handed to her now ex-master. she followed her new owner into his carriage.
"What's your name?"
"{Name}"
"Well my dear, {Name}. You'll be called Adrianna."
she nodded, it's better then in her other state. he smiled trying to think of something to say to keep their conversation going.
"Oh, yes, I am having a guest over for dinner. It would be nice if you could meet him, he is fighting against slavery. Don't be alarmed, you are just working for me. Nothing else."
and there it is. she's someone else's property. no one would ever want this life, she never wanted this life. being taken from her family, thrown from place to place. it's a different version of hell.
if some wanted to, she could be a sex doll. or even just show her body to the public, she has lost her dignity and it's been gone for too long to find. others live in the biggest houses in harmony, but she lives in smallest of places. living in the backs of slave owner's houses. hell.
her room wasn't a fallen down shed, this time it was an actual room inside a house. many dresses hung in her closet, but only in three different colors. this is her new life, this is better, this is joy. for the first time in forever she noticed something. she smiled.
"Adrianna"
her now new name echoed through the house. she quickly walked down the stairs, a man stood at the bottom. he looked rather handsome, his brown hair was pulled back. you could tell his peach fuss was growing, it yelled that he was young.
"I am not here to see you show off your slaves, General."
"I am not showing her off. But I wanted you to meet her, use her story to help fight against slavery. I'll let you two talk."
he looked rather annoyed, but his face turned pink once he looked at the girl. her's did the same once she looked into his eyes.
"Uh—Oh, yes. The General bought you from a sinful man, yes?"
"Y-Yes. He would mostly bring prostitutes home, or just women period. when he wasn't bringing women over he would—would do things to us. But he had to sell one of us because he got a slave pregnant, and since he didn't want this getting out he needed to pay some people. He didn't have the money, and here I am now."
she looked back at him, sympathy fell into his eyes. tucking her {Color} hair behind her ear, she could feel the tension between them.
"Oh–Uh yeah. I'm sorry. . . That he did those things to you. But I'm—Uh—Alexander Hamilton."
"{Nam—Adrianna."
"What's your real name? The General changes the names of his slaves, he says it gets rid of their past lives with other slave owners."
"{Name}"
"Well I Hope We Can Talk More, {Name}"
•{-}•
two days after meeting Alexander she sees a letter addressed to her, from Alexander. her face turns pink, someone who isn't a slave, who isn't trying to mess with her is actually writing to her. she quickly hides the envelope in her dress, she doesn't want to risk her chances of a letter sent to her getting taken away.
dear {Name},
hopefully this letter reaches you. i am happy to have met someone like you, i can't believe you survived through your past years. if i could've i would've stopped his mess, i would've saved your friends.
but i would happy if you would write back, it would give me bliss. maybe sometime we can talk again.
sincerely,
A. Ham
the quill touched the paper, the letters rolled across the paper carefully. some ink spilled onto the desk, looking at it carefully she noticed it was like
milk and honey
YOU ARE READING
For The Arms That Hold Me {Alexander X Reader}
Fanfiction- { • an alexander hamilton x reader • } - A slave is all she is known as. Someone's property is all she is. She is nothing. ...
