A Slave for You

Chapter 8

For PTX_Pentaholic99

I was surprised how much my ankles were bleeding. Scott didn't talk to me this morning. He sort of just nodded at me and left through the bedroom door. So I was out in the fields, working quickly as an overseer was watching my every move. It was the same one who had whipped me yesterday.

"No one here to protect you boy." He cracked the whip down on the loose dirt next to me. I gasped quietly.

"He's still mine." Scott's voice was right next to my ear as his arms wrapped around my waist. He pulled me closer. Every part of my body that was against Scott had goosebumps rising against my skin. "You're bleeding."

"So is everyone else. Go take care of them." I pushed myself away to try and continue my work. He slipped his hands into mine.

"I need your help."

"For what?" I pulled away. I was tired of him messing with my mind. I wanted to get over this crush. It wasn't right. He fingers curled around my wrist.

"You'll see." He tugged me forward. I followed after. I had to be obedient to my master. He pulled me around to the back of the barn. He opened up the cellar doors, allowing talking to pour out in the air. As soon as we got down the stairs, I was pulled and pushed. It was on complete accident though. There were a bunch of slaves being cramped into the small room. "Have you ever delivered a baby?"

"N-no." He led me forward by holding onto my shoulders. We came to a woman, laying on a bed with a man positioned between her legs.

"Hold her hand." Scott positioned me at the woman's side. She immediately gripped my hand with the strength of a thousand men. It hurt a lot. It was nothing from what it sound like she was going through. Scott was whispering words into the woman's ear. Then the cry of a baby broke the silence and everyone around cheered.

"It's a girl!" The cheering became louder.

"Thank you." She patted my hand tiredly. I smiled weakly. My hand felt broken but it was kind of amazing. A child being born. "What's your name?"

"Uh, Mitch." The baby had been wrapped in a blanket before being set in her arms.

"Hi Michelle." My eyes widened. She named her daughter after me. Scott grabbed my hand and began pulling me out of the cellar.

"Now we go to the bank. We're getting them money to live out of this life." He pulled me into the limo. I looked down at my hands.

"Why did she name her kid after me?" He shrugged.

"I don't know. But I need you to change. Here." He handed me some clothes that were near the same as his. I gasped, falling back on the seat when he put my feet on his lap. He began washing the blood off my ankles gingerly. I sat up to take my shirt off and put on the new one. "It won't stop bleeding." He found some gauze, wrapping it around my ankles.

"Can you turn around or not look so I can change my pants?" I quickly changed my pants. These were too long for me. "Are these yours?" We laughed at we looked at my short legs that were hidden by the blue jean pants.

"Yeah. I'll have to get you new clothes."

"You plan on keeping me that long?" He chuckled.

"You're not a pet Mitch. You can stay as long as you want."

"I want to leave." Every part about him saddened.

"Okay." He went to go talk to the driver but I grabbed his arm.

"I was joking. I don't want to leave." I looked shyly up at him. "I enjoy spending time with you. A lot more than a slave should for their master." He nose came down to brush against mine but his lips never pressed against mine.

"I shouldn't be kissing a boy." He backed up far enough to look at my face. "I'm suppose to marry...." He let out a breathy laugh. "This rich bitch that is the worst person in the world. She would put a slave to work until they died." I put my hand on his collar bone to keep him from moving forward.

"Then why are you messing around with me?"

"Because you're addicting." I swallowed. His voice had deepened, the natural crack coming through at the end. Then just like a light switch, it returned to his normal tone. "Anyways, we are getting that woman enough money so my father doesn't notice and so she can raise her child properly out of slavery." He leaned back in his seat.

The rest of the drive continued with me going through my thoughts and Scott frowning at his phone. I notice he does that a lot. There's so much I notice about him. I shouldn't notice how his baby blue eyes have a certain sparkle or how his hair is a pale blonde that the sun brushed it with an iridescent glow in every strand. Ugh! This isn't how a normal slave should be thinking. This isn't how any slave should be thinking. Not even a sex slave. I'm pathetic.

"You okay Mitch?" I looked up from where I was rubbing my thumb across the cuts on my hands.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine." He pulled me into the bank, pulling out a bunch of money for the others. Then we were back in the limo. I began staring at my hands again. They were so nasty. Scott ran his soft fingers across my wrist until they threaded into mine. I could feel the scabs on the very tips. His poor hands. He didn't have to work because of me. He pressed his lips against mine for a split second.

"There's going to be a celebration tonight for all the slaves." I let my eyes flutter closed as he pulled me into another kiss. "And I want you to be my date." I blink with my confusion.

"Date? A fruit?" He was trying to keep his laughing under wraps but they came out anyways. I, on the other hand, was not laughing. I was looking at Scott like he was crazy. "I don't understand."

"I'm going to take you to the barn with everyone else and I'm going to spin you around as they play music. That's what a date is."

"And you choose me?" He smiled happily.

"Of course." I felt my heart beating erratically. Why is he making me feel like this?