Slavery || Lee Taeyong

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There are over 4,000,000 people in the colony.

Over 1,000,000 teenagers, eligible for the choosing.

And about half that amount are females.

Around 500,000 females, yet only around 10,000 get chosen.

Approximately 3/4 of males are chosen. Which is around 375,000 males in the program, scattered around the colony like little insects, waiting to be stepped on.

On the other hand, only 2/7 of females are chosen. There are around 142,857 females, running along with those males.

Trying to keep up.

Trying to fight for themselves.

And some even find love along the way.

They achieve so much. They are the top among the top.

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"Pass the dish soap, will ya?" asked Mirae, her rubber gloves dripping of hot water.

But then how did we end up doing the house chores?

"We're all out," I replied, somewhat happy that we had an excuse to stop doing the chores. But we both knew we would be assigned more.

And that we would never join the high forces.

At that moment, we heard a beeping outside. As Mirae peeked out the kitchen window, she exclaimed, "Somebody's come to rescue us!"

We rushed out of the house in excitement and joy, due to the fact that the past eleven hours or so were spent doing daily household chores.

I grasped the end of my glove, ready to yank it off my hand. Our feet were bare, and we wore smocks.

I looked over at Mirae, who still had her smock on, although it was hanging over knees.

We stood on the front porch. "Mirae.... you said somebody's coming to rescue us," I said fretfully.

Instead of a getaway van, there was a large delivery truck labelled, Nakamoto Industries. 

Out came a man, devilishly handsome. He struck me as familiar, and I couldn't think of why, until a large group of people followed behind him.

I saw Taeil, and Taeyong, the only people I could recognize out of them all. The whole group of slaves.

"Did somebody call for......dish soap?" called out the man in the front. His name tag said Nakamoto, so I assumed the delivery was his. His smile was bright, and looked like one of those smiles that people make in advertisements to convince people to buy their product.

Before I could count to three, the wall of the truck collapsed neatly, revealing boxes, and boxes of dish soap. 

My eyes widened.  Maybe somebody had given an order to buy more dish soap from the local grocery store. 

Probably not this much though.

"That was unnecessary," said the large man who owned the house. I still didn't know his name, but I knew he was merciless, and would do anything to please his wife.

"Thank you, boys," said a woman. I turned to see a tall, nimble woman, radiating the energy of a queen, or a powerful person.

"Hello, darling," said the man. "Glad to see you've joined us," he said, subtly stepping closer towards the woman. She was probably his wife.

She flinched and inched away from him, trying to make it seem casual. Her husband didn't seem to notice her uneasiness. 

He came closer to her, and finally enveloped his arm around her shoulders, bringing the uncomfortable woman closer to him. 

"Yes, I'm ever so glad to have arrived earlier than anticipated," she said. He slowly took his arm off of her approached us, relieving the woman.

"Did you do the dishes?"

"Yes," we replied in unison.

"Vacuuming?"

"Yes."

"What about the sweeping of the back porch?" he asked.

Mirae shuffled uncomfortably on her feet, as she thought of a way to say what I was thinking. 

I raised an eyebrow. "That wasn't on the list, sir," I said to him boldly. I heard a gasp come from my left and turned. 

"You don't know? Our sir is too busy to write such a list for you. You should be thankful that he even took the time out of his day to give you guidance. You're a girl anyways, and can be easily replaced," he said. The man with the name Nakamoto. 

"Thank you Yuta, but remember, these women are more than capable of handling the job, and know that it is not your place to say such things," the man said, seeming to make Yuta's ego decrease just a bit. 

His wife walked toward us, in such a manner that made me uneasy. 

As weak as she looked near her husband, she was powerful on her own. "You know you are quite beautiful, yes?" she said to us. 

I stayed quiet, not knowing how to respond. Mirae was prettier than me by far, and was probably more powerful too. 

"I do know," said Mirae. "I do get that compliment a lot, but thank you," she said, letting out a dazzling smile that could make any man (or woman) drop at their knees. 

"You are pretty," started the wife, "But this one is stunning," she said, surprising me. 

"T-thank you?" I said uncertainly. Frankly, I had always thought I was average looking, but some people in previous events had proven me wrong, in a way that degraded my self-esteem. 

"Remember to never underestimate yourself, child," she said, starting to turn around."Oh wait, What's your name?" 

I stood there stone cold, as I looked her right in the eye. She had a quizzical look on her face. "What are you called, back in your land," she asked again. 

When I didn't respond, her husband came over. 

"I have no name," I replied. 

"Impossible," said the Japanese man, Yuta Nakamoto. "You must have a name, or else how did people identify you?" 

"Yuta, that's enough," said the husband. "It's fine, I know how it is to be nameless. Now get to work, there is much to do now that there is plenty of dish soap," he said. 

(A/N):

this is bad and i cant write and i havent written in so long wooowww.

also being "nameless" is my excuse of not wanting to think of a name shh