A Slave for You

Chapter 2

As soon as I stepped out of the limo after Scott, my jaw dropped. The farm was huge and there were so many people working in the field. Scott had his hand hovering above my lower back to led me to the house. It was nice. Very fancy. Maybe a little too fancy but nice. A man started to approach us with shackles but Scott put his hand up.

"Don't put those in his wrists. He is not meant to work out in the fields." The man narrowed his eyes.

"I thought you were suppose to get a woman."

"And have her complain. No thank you." They laughed together. Scott jerked his head in the direction of the house. I obediently followed after. "Kirstie will clean you up." Kirstie? That was the same girl who cleaned me up earlier. Scott looked over his shoulder and noticed my confusion. "She married my cousin Avi."

"Ah, you did buy him!" Kirstie ran out the door with a big smile on her face. She grabbed my hand, pulling me inside. I looked back at Scott. He had an amused smirk on his face. "I'm going to cut your hair." She ran her fingers through my shaggy dark hair. "Wash it too. You going to tell me your name now?" She sat me down in a chair. I looked at Scott for permission to speak. He shrugged.

"You don't have to ask me to speak."

"It's Mitch." She smiled happily. I swallowed the lump in my throat when the scissors began cutting my hair.

"How long have you been in this situation?" I gazed dully at the ground. I had counted every day since I was in this life.

"Four thousand forty two days." She stopped cutting my hair to look at Scott. "Eleven years and twenty seven days." Scott crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame as Kirstie was cutting my hair shorter.

"Were you born into it?" I shook my head.

"I was sold." I looked down at my lap, taking a deep breath. I wasn't going to cry. Kirstie tussled my hair. She put a mirror in front of my face.

"Ta-da! Like it?" She was saying something about washing it once I was done looking at it but I was fixed on my hair. My hands were shaking as I touched the soft strands. My hair has never been this short in years. It was just right. I could finally see my eyes. My lifeless eyes. "Do you like it?" Kirstie asked again. I looked at Scott again. One arm was crossed over his torso to keep his other elbow up where his hand was covering his mouth. He was staring intently at me.

"Yes. I like it." I swear this woman had a permanent smile. She turned to Scott.

"Your father is going to get mad. Your first personal slave was to be a woman." Scott's eyes stayed on mine.

"I couldn't leave him Kirstie. Not with the man who was going to buy him. It was the Wickers' oldest boy." Kirstie shuddered. I take it the man who was touching me wouldn't have been the best. "Let's get you a nice shower Mitch." I nodded. I still wasn't use to the whole speak freely thing. My last master you to beat me if I spoke my mind. I followed after Scott like a lost puppy. He kept glancing back at me.

"You want to ask me something." He stop in the middle of the staircase and turned around with his face inches from mine. He was a lot taller than me so he had to lean down slightly to be eye level.

"You said your old masters would try and touch you. Did they ever succeed?" I shook my head.

"I don't have my first kiss anymore but that's about it. I've never really found someone I liked." He tilted his head to the side. I found the action....adorable? Yes. Adorable.

"No crushes?" I shook my head again. He made an impressed noise and began ascending the stairs once again. Another man came walking down the stair. He had dark chocolate skin and the most contagious smile I've ever met.