I was exhausted from all the work I've been doing to busy myself, so I fall asleep the moment I get a chance.
"Vic... Vic...?" a gentle voice wakes me up.
"What do you want?" I hiss. "What time is it?"
"I want to show you some thing... and it's 3 AM." Anthony answers.
"You wake me up at 3 in the morning, to show me something?!" I whisper yell, angrily.
He nods eagerly, and grabs my hand, forcing me to follow.
"Where are we going?" I ask, annoyed.
"You'll see!" He exclaims.
I yawn, and let him drag me.
"Here we are!" He exclaims.
I look up, and see that he had brought me to our tree house.
"Why'd you bring me here?" I ask.
"Just climb!" He exclaims.
I climb up after Anthony. Looking around, I see that he had made some improvements: The doors and shutters can be locked, there is a couch, and T.V., plus a mattress.
"Ta-Da!" He exclaims.
"So it's more comfy for us to hang out!" He tells me.
"Oh Anthony!" I wrap my arms around his neck, and he smiles down at me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He kisses me, passionately.
"Where did that slave go?" I hear master ask.
I pull away, quickly.
"Up here!" I call out after a second of hesitation.
"She was doing some chores for me!" Anthony tell him.
"She. Is. Mine." I hear master yell.
A/N: so sorry it's been a while! This chapter is dedicated to @KathyLikens for the comments and support!!
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Slave
Historical FictionVictoria grew up in a mansion, but not in the way you would think... She is the slave for her master, But when he passes on, and everything goes to his son Anthony, what will happen?
