Enslaved

Chapter One

Welcome readers! Please excuse any grammical mistakes, I have never been able to proof read my own writing so point out anything you see. Also any plot mistakes.
I am trying to make the language at least a little older but it won't really be very accurate to the time period. Sorry about that, point out any blaring new English.

Also if you don't want get really sad don't read this and if you don't get really sad please tell me and I'll work on it.

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On a bright sunny day life seemed to be perfect for any young girl. Especially in the case of Aileen Marks. Aileen was a twelve year old sweet little darling, her personality in contrast to her appearance. With fiery red hair, dark blue eyes and though she still had a bit of baby fat, high sharp check bones were noticeable.

On this glorious day, she was lucky enough to go on a ride alone for the first time. It wasn't that she couldn't ride well It was just her parents were paranoid. Always think she'll be hurt or abducted. But on this perfect day a stable hand who'd helped teach her to ride, and she had quite the crush on, helped her sneak out with her horse.

And how wonderful it felt, the rush of wind in her ear, the silence, the only noise was her beautiful bay. She was racing across the green rolling hills, tramping sweet wild flowers along the way.

She rode far to the point she realized she was dreadfully lost. The sun was starting to set as her fears rose, when seemingly out of nowhere she was surrounded by armor clad men with fierce expressions. The little girl started to shake with fear as bearish man on a large black horse came up closer to her.

"Aw need not be frightened girl we shall not harm you." The lead man sneered. When she did not respond he drew closer and said "what be your name girl?"

"Aileen!" She blurted out before she could think past the frightful scar across the man's face.

The bear smiled with false sweetness. "Aileen, such a pretty name for such a pretty girl. You are indeed what we seek." He came even closer as his men did the same.

"W-who you seek? I don't understand. Who are you?" She pleaded.

"Oh, no one you need to be concerned about. We are only here to take care of you, isn't that right boys!" The rest of the two dozen or so men
guffawed.

"I-t-think not, I will be fine. I merely must find my way home." Aileen managed to mumble out.

"Don't be foolish girl. We'll take care of you." The lead man started to drop his facade snarling. Then commanded simply. "Get her."

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Five years later

"Aileen! Where are you, trollop!" Possibly the most unpleasant human anyone could meet shrieked. Bidden my the call a slender, meek girl in old, torn rags came through the ragged door frame into Unwin's Great hall. With her head bowed her curseyed in front of her pig of a master.

Seeing her like this, submissive and docile, it always fed into his perverted pleasures, especially after she bloomed. He leared down at her from his scruffy wooden throne the way only middle aged men who kept young women as slaves for their entertainment could. "Did you steal bread from MY kitchen, girl?!" He accused as he lunged for her. He grabbed her chin, with disgustingly greasy hands, forcing her to look into his malice filled eyes.

She tried to shake her head in a lie but his grip wouldn't allow it. "N-no, sire. I need no more then you give." She hoped it was convincing for in reality she had stolen bread, but not for herself. It was for a fellow slave that was given nothing the previous day as a punishment for a imagined wrong.

"Ha! You little liar," he sneered joyous at her fear stricken face. "People saw you," he paused for dramatic effect. "You know the punishment for stealing and lying from me sweet Aileen."

Aileen deflated, she did know what was about to happen. She'd felt it before, no use in trying to fight it. Not anymore.

Unwin dragged her by the forearm outside his castle into the outer compound. Unwin was a pretend Lord with a single village he terrorized. Rutherford was a small village on the edge of the kingdom, no one cared or thought of. There for ten years ago a low born fool, with a big axe and a loud voice, was able to put together a bunch of other fools with large weapons, and take the village.

Unwin had little but used it well; he was able to amass a fair following of thugs earning him him some wealth. Even with his gold his abode was ragged mostly consisting of wood and straw. Right in the middle of Rutherford, next to Unwin's mock palace, was a simple wooden post. A whipping post to be exact, and that was where he was leading the innocent, young girl.

A crowd of jeering men started mobbing around them and the post. Just one lone man stood in silence merely looking on with a stoney expression gracing his young face. The crowd swelled even further as Aileen and Unwin neared the whipping post.

Unwin laughed joyfully "Some of your favorite entertainment has come out to play," he said last bit in a sing, song voice that made Aileen feel ill.

Unwin strapped her to the post, pushing her face into the rough wood. The back of her torn dress shoes the many previous beatings. The most recent still red and swollen. Gidget, a little slave girl Aileen tried to look out for, darted out of the crowd to mercifully put a piece of wood into Aileen's mouth. Then she left as quickly as she had come. No slave liked to watch their fellow be beaten.

As the whipping began she forced herself to focus on the pain of the splinters on her lips instead of the searing lines that were being made across her back. Seven times, she'd been whipped seven times before she was allowed to collapse and curl into a ball.

"Get up girl," shouted the master of slaves, Baul. When her body refused to move he gripped her hair, yanking it out of its bun, pulled her up by it. At this point the stick had fallen from her mouth so there was nothing to stop her from shrieking at the combined pain.

"Shut up," Baul snapped dragging her towards the slave quarters.

*This chapter was supposed to be longer but I just wanted to get it out there, the following will hopefully be longer if I decide to continue. Please vote and comment or I definitely won't keep writing.
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S. It says writing_is_a_hobby but my new name is lovesadlifes.