Enslaved

Chapter One Part Two

Aileen and Baul arrived at the miserable shack, that was used to house slaves. Immediately, they were surrounded by other slave women to tend Aileen. Baul threw her in and walked out spitting and cursing them.

Eald, a middle aged yet still lovely women, who was the eldest of all the female slaves took control. She ordered a few to get water and cloth at which two girls jumped to follow the bark. She started to remove the rags that scantily covered Aileen then noticed the male slaves, and promptly yelled at them flinging insults and threats until they left. She commonly threatened, but rarely followed through. On the occasion she did was convincing enough for the men to leave with haste.

"Oh, sweet child. Stop, you may not stand," Eald cooed at Aileen attempts to sit up.

"No, I must, Unwin will be expecting me," she grunted through grunted teeth.

"I said stop," Eald suddenly serious. "We will send another to attend to him. You must rest."

"No!" Aileen said with the little gusto she could muster. "Gidget and Ebba are the only ones free and I'm shall not letting that beast upon them."

Gidget, who was standing with the other women, quietly approached. "Merely me, Ebba was sent to Brinly."
Gidget, was newest slave and only eleven. Aileen was not going to allow Baul near her for as long as possible.

Eald was able to keep Aileen long enough to clean her wound and fix her wild locks of hair. Until Baul came in yelling for everyone to get back to work.

"You know not to let him intimidate you, my darling," Eald whispered to her as they left.

Aileen stumbled along as she struggled to stay composed through the torrent of pain and blood lose. She kept her eyes averted her eyes as she was the stained post. She turned her head to one of Unwins thrush who was approaching her. He was young, much younger then any of the other men, Maybe a few years her elder. Very tall, with dark, short hair and a slender but strong frame, high cheek bones and a strong jaw. All that fell on blind eyes as Aileen fearfully watched him approach.

Eye's looking straight at the ground "Excuse me," he muttered in a slightly shaking baritone.

"Yes, master?"

At the honorific he's guilt filled eyes flitted to her's briefly.
"No, don't call me that," the man muttered then looking slightly flustered. "Here have this it shall add with the pain."

He shoved a willow branch into her hand. He looked straight into her blue eye's. He had deep brown nearly black eyes that made Aileen feel something.

Her manners seldom used on the thugs broke through her surprise. "Thank you..." He told her not to call him master, as she and all the slaves  were supposed too call Unwins men.

"Willard." He stated then silently left towards the armory. He glanced back at Aileen to see her place the stick into her pocket and not chew it to relieve pain.

Soon after, she entered Unwins hall with a tray of food for his dinner. He grabbed her the moment she place the meal down on the grand table.

"Sweet, little whore," Unwin said leading his thumb along her delicate jaw. "How you have grown," he raked her body with with his foul eyes.

"Please, sire I have many duties to attend," she fought with all her might to not tremble.

"Fine, fine, you still be young,"  he glanced over her again, looking contemplative for a moment. "Send Eald once you see her," he commanded with a frightful look in his eyes.

That night like many before it Aileen had to sleep on her stomach and Eald didn't come until late silently crying as she tried to sleep. This was life in Rutherford for slaves, they get up, work, get beaten, slaughtered, rundown and raped.

*This was shorter but I plan on making the next one longer then both previous. Please vote and comment.