A Slave for You

Chapter 10

For Wyspclick

A/N: Next chapter will be a look into Scott's POV. Enjoy. Updates will be every other day. Stay flawless!<3

"No. Don't." I mumbled. I kept Scott close when he tried to leave the bed. His hand went to my forehead.

"Jesus Christ Mitch. You're burning up."

"My back hurts." He made me sit up on the bed as he tugged my shirt over my head. I felt his fingers running over my scabbed back lightly.

"It's infected. Shit." He disappear into the bathroom before rushing back in with a bottle of disinfectant. He began dabbing my skin. I sucked in a sharp breath, bringing my knees to my chest. He placed his lips against my forehead. "You're staying in today. You're not getting even more sick." He helped me lean back down against the soft mattress.

"Scott-"

"I'm going to get you something to eat." He disappeared out of the room. I could feel my eyes closing and I had to move. It was never good to fall asleep when you weren't feeling well. At least that's the rules of slaves. So I got out of the bed and paced by the window. I should be out there working. Explaining my feelings to Scott last night was a mistake. I should have kept my mouth shut rather than just blabbing about my thoughts. "Mitch. Get back in bed." Scott tried to walk near me. I backed up against the wall before realizing too late that my move made me cornered.

"Don't touch me. I should be working."

"You're sick." He held up his hands to show that he wasn't going to touch me. "Come here love. Please get back in bed."

"You took me away from my work yesterday. I need to go back."

"A slave that was sold under your title should have always stayed in the bedroom." I back further into the corner.

"What?" He shifted awkwardly.

"You're mom sold you as a sex slave." I slid down against the wall, trying to keep myself from breaking down. Scott sat down next to me after handing me my file. "Children cost more if they are sold and raised in the sex ring." I whimpered quietly.

Sold by mother.
The male child of Suzanna Grassi will be sold in the sex ring to be raised until the age of eight before being taken away to a prostitution house to be given to his first customer.
Parent Signature- Suzanna Grassi

"I hate you!" I threw the file across the room, the papers scattering onto the floor. I felt the tears pouring down my face. I rushed into the bathroom as my stomach began churning. I threw up in the toilet. I yelped in pain when Scott tried to rub my back comfortingly.

"I'm sorry." He grabbed a wash cloth and wiped my face. He brought me to sit on the side of the bathtub. "How are you feeling?" He came back over with a toothbrush with tooth paste. I shook my head. I felt horrible. I was sick. Mentally and physically. I reluctantly opened my mouth. He was being so gently as he brushed my teeth. I never had this minty tasting paste. They always gave us the crappy kind. After I rinsed out my mouth, I wiped my hand across my lips.

"Thank you."

"Can you please get back to bed?" I tensed when I heard a woman's laughter from downstairs.

"That laugh." I ran out of the room and down the stairs with Scott on my heels.

"Mitch!" I stumbled through the kitchen doors to be met with my worst nightmare. My mom was kissing another man. She was kissing Scott's dad. "Mitch." Scott whispered. My mom gasped when she saw me in front of her. Her once brown hair was dyed a platinum blonde and her face was caked with whorish makeup. And her dress. It looked so expensive.

"Mom?"

"Mitch?" She stood up to her feet and tried to come forward to hug me. I curled back into Scott's chest. I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped his shirt.

"Please protect me master." That was the first time I ever used that title on him. But I was in front of his father. I felt like I was obligated to say that.

"Mitch I've been looking everywhere for you."

"Bullshit!" I spun around on her. "You sold me for money! You promised dad before he died that you would keep us together. Do you know what I've been through?! I was beaten and I suffered everyday. I though you missed me. I thought you were broken about giving me away. But you weren't! You sold me to a sex ring! I was your son! You were suppose to love me." My voice was a whisper at the last sentence.

"Mitchie, sweetheart." I sobbed loudly.

"Don't call me that!" Scott's dad suddenly came forward and hit his fist across my face. I fell to the ground on my injured back with a little scream.

"Father!" Scott tried to help me up from the ground but his father stopped him.

"Don't touch him." The older man whistled and two overseers grabbed me by the arms. "He deserves to be punished for speaking to a lady like that."

"Father you can't. He's sick! He never-"

"Tie him to the post and.... Fifty lashes." I looked at Scott for help but I knew he couldn't stand up to his dad. I was pushed against the splintered wood pressed against my chest as my hands were tied on the other side. Since my shirt

"Father let him go! He's didn't do anything wrong."

"Shut up or you can take half the punishment!" The whip cracked against the ground.

"I will take it!" I heard Scott's grunt as there was a crash against the ground.

"No son of mine will be whipped like a disgusting slave." I screamed, my muscles tense as my flesh was ripped open. My ears were ringing as the sound barrier was broken. The sounds of my screams were muffled as the tears were pouring down my face.

"Please stop! He has a fever!" I was counting each time the whip broke my skin. Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine. "I said stop damn it. He do-" Scott screamed in pain. I tried to turn my head to look at him. He was against the ground, holding his cheek as blood pour through the spaces of his fingers.

"I'm so sorry sir." The overseer bent down next to Scott. It was the same overseer that had taunted me the other day. Scott picked himself off the ground an began walking over to me.

"I said to let him go." He came around to untie my hands. I backed away, remembering the whole conversation we had earlier.

"You bought me for sex?" I didn't wait for his answer. I ran pass my mom and his father. I ran down the road and into the woods near his house. I crashed through the leaves, leaving my blood on the green. I stopped to catch my breath. I slid down against the bark. It hissed as the wood dug into my back. This wasn't good for my fever. And the growing dark clouds weren't good for my mental stability.