A Slave for You

Chapter 3

For NotYourAverageAngel

"Mitch?" I shot up in the bed as soon as my name was was whispered. I was wide awake. Scott's pale skin was being highlighted in the morning light. Morning light. I pushed the covers off of my body. I didn't even go to sleep with covers on.

"You let me sleep here the whole night?" He sat down on the bed to speak to me.

"Yeah. I came in around midnight to check on you and you were shivering so I put the blankets on you. Hope you don't mind." I looked down on the white sheets.

"I didn't want to get your sheets dirty." He laughed lightly.

"Mitch, your clean. You're not going to make my bed dirty." He brushed a part of my hair over to one side. "There you go bed head." He looked well rested.

"Where did you sleep?" He smiled kindly.

"Don't worry about me. I slept well." He went towards the vanity mirror and opened one of the small drawers. "How did you sleep?" I decided to be truthful.

"Better than I ever had. Even before this life." He turned to face me, sitting down on the vanity desk with his arms crossed.

"What was your family?"

"We were a lower middle class family. My father was the only person who could get a job." My father would work so many long hours. He would come home and be tired but he would still spend time with us.

"How'd he die?"

"He got really sick at work one day. Turned out he had cancer and we didn't have enough money for the cure." I took a sharp intake of breath, beginning to massage my hands again. It was a nervous habit. "He died a couple months later. After, we lost all our money and I guess my mom sold me."

"I would have never guessed that with how guarded your eyes are." He scanned my face. I shrugged. It wasn't my fault. After years of punishment I learned to keep everything to myself unless asked otherwise.

"What am I suppose to do? I've never worked inside the house." He rested one of his hands on top of mine. My eyes followed up his arm before reaching his eyes. Those icy blue eyes that held so much warmth. I shook my head, annoyed at my own thoughts. He was my master, not my friend.

"You stay with me." He grabbed some fresh clothes from his dresser and walked towards the bathroom door.

"Why me?" His eyes came back to mine with a raised eyebrow. "Why did you buy me after all that stuff you heard?" His face was blank.

"You fascinate me Mitch." With that sentence he disappeared into the bathroom. I fell back on the cloud like bed with a small groan. How could I fascinate someone? I'm not that noticeable. And Scott was suppose to get a woman. I knew exactly what that woman was to be used for too. He was suppose to get a sex slave. Does that mean I replaced that woman? I don't want to be a sex slave. That is my main concern. That's why I didn't want to sleep in his bed. I listened to the sound of the shower still going. I began singing softly. It helped me relax.

"Swing low, sweet chariot. Coming forth to carry me home, Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming forth to carry me home." I glanced towards the bathroom door, pausing my singing to see if the shower was still going. Scott was still in the shower. "If you get there before I do, Coming forth to carry me home. Tell all my friends I'm coming too. Coming forth to carry me home."

"Beautiful." I sat up and backed against the head board at the sound of Scott's voice.

"I thought you were in the shower."

"I finished. You were hearing someone else's water." I felt the heat spread across my cheeks. This was horrible. I hated people hearing me sing. That's why I never sang with the other slaves. "Why aren't you confident in your voice?" I rubbed my throat.

"It's too high."

"That's what makes it beautiful." He sat next to me, rubbing the towel on his wet hair. "Do you know any more?"

"Well, yeah." He moved a little closer, the excitement sparking in his eyes.

"Can you sing another one?" I shied away from him. I wasn't use to this.

"We use to play a game with one when we were kids." We sat criss-cross, facing towards each other. I started hitting my knees and his in a certain rhythm. "Do ba - na co - ba, ge - ne me, ge - ne me. Do ba - na co - ba, ge - ne me, ge - ne me. Ben d' nu - li, nu - li, nu - li, nu - li, ben d' le." He tried to follow along with me. "No." I smacked his hand lightly.

"What am I doing wrong?"

"You're hands have to go opposite to mine. So my hand goes here, yours go there." I helped him get the hands down. Every time he would make I mistake, I would try and hold back my laughter.

"Why are there no words?"

"It's easier for the kids who didn't know how to talk to play along too." I was repeating the song for Scott to learn. He would fumble every now and then but otherwise, he was fine. I began singing softly again as Scott and I matched up to the beat. He caught up to me, adding his own voice to the situation. I was able to look up from my hands to be able to watch his lips form the words very hesitantly. He looked up at me, stopping all movements.

"You stopped singing." I blinked.

"I did?"

"Yeah. What were you thinking about?" I shook my head lightly.

"I don't really know." I told the truth. I didn't understand what was happening inside my head with my emotions. Scott made me have emotions I've never experienced in my entire life. Watching his lips move, I don't know. I felt like I wanted to touch him or even have him touch me. His phone startled me out of my space.

"I have to go." I threw my hands up I the air.

"What am I suppose to do?" He grinned.

"You're starting to relax around me." He cut off my apology before it could pass my lips. "I like it. You can come with me. I just have to run a few errands."

Ten minutes later, I was once again in the limo. Scott had played with my hair to make it look good. I usually don't see my reflection so why care. He had also made me change my clothing to something that made me look more proper. I looked like I have the same status as him. Scott was glaring at his phone with a small noticeable frown.

"What did your father say about me?" His eyes were taken away from his phone and put on me. His frown was still there.

"He was mad but he knows how I am with slavery." He began typing something.

"And how is that?" He sighed.

"I don't like it. It's wrong to treat people differently." He placed his hand on my knee comfortingly. "That's why I will treat you how I am treated. Everyone deserves happiness." I finally let a smile over take my lips.

"I like it. If only everyone thought like you." I thought of all the old stories my mom use to tell me. "Maybe we could get back to equality."

"Maybe. All we can do is wait and do our own part to help the cause." The rest of the day consisted of me following Scott, listening to his conversations with disinterest, and getting back very late to his house. I guess I had fallen asleep in the limo because when I woke up in the middle of the night, I was in Scott's bed. With him laying right beside me but above the covers. I got him under the covers with me and fell back asleep. I kept telling myself it was me being considerate of how cold it was. My heart was pounding with excitement of how close he was though.