Land of The Dead (#wattys2018)

Chapter 2

As soon as I saw him, I already felt intimidated. 'Is this her?' His smooth voice sounded very arous- I mean... nothing..!

'Yes, you're right.' She responds. I felt nervous, and I think the girl noticed, as she elbowed me in the side. I held in my nervousness and acted like I was scared. Which I was.

Before I knew it, I was roughly pulled in by the man. 'Hey! Be gentle with her. She's fragile.' The girl hisses, pushing him away. He rolls his eyes and walks off, expecting us to silently follow.

As we did, she smiled. 'I've not formally introduced myself, have I? My name is Stella.' She smiled kindly. 'And you already know my name..' I smiled lightly. She laughed quietly.

'Hey, grumpy.. I have to go-.' Stella says but is interrupted. 'No. You need to look after her, remember?'

'Ugh you're only wanting me to because you're a lazy slob! C'mon, you wanted a slave to slave after you. You have your 'dream' now I'm leaving.' Stella stood on her heels and left. I looked at her back sadly.

She turned around and smiled apologetically. I gasp as someone, obviously that man, grabs my bruised arm roughly. I winced. He noticed and rolled his eyes.

'C'mon slave. That's not the worst pain you'll be going through." He smirked, making me feel uncomfortable and scared.

He literally threw me into what seemed to be his room. He left me on the floor and pulled out a chair and sat on it.

I frowned. 'Aren't I your slave?' I asked. He answered without looking at me. 'Yes. What of it?' He asked. 'Well, aren't slaves supposed to slave after their masters?' I asked. 'Oh, on the subject of that, you will call me master and thanks for reminding me. Here's your list of chores for the day.' He smiled sarcastically and threw it to me, and it hit me on my head.

I smiled back angrily and smirked, thinking of a plan.