Neglected,beaten,tortured. All words that describe 18 year old Harper. Her parents sold her at the age of 4 to the slave traders.
Now 14 years later she is almost beyond repair. Her hopes of escaping have long been forgotten. She is but a human robo...
Harper Darkness I always enjoyed darkness, I was at peace when I wasnt able to see the monsters that haunted my dreams and reality. They always say its quiet before the storm, how true that is. I hear footsteps, I guess the storm Is here. My eyes snap open and I look and see the man, he is leaving the room. "Hi" was all I said. Shit, i didnt address him i was going to be in trouble. He turns round and he smiles. He must be thinking of ways to hurt me. "Hey" he replied. "How long have I been out sir" I ask, not remembering the exact events that led up to this. I remember the jet skis and then it goes blank. "A few hours, how are you feeling" he replies. Why was he asking, it was wierd, he seemed like he cared but that was impossible. "I'm feeling ok sir" I reply not knowing what else to say. "That's good, go take a shower and change your clothes before you catch a cold. Then come outside, the guys wanted a BBQ so we are doing that" "What's a BBQ, sir" I ask "Meat cooked on a grill" he said and walked out. Once he left, only then did I realise my clothes were wet with , I must have fallen in, it was the only explanation I guess. At least he didnt change me, I was thankful for that. I got up and went to the oppersite side of the room were the wardrobe was, I took some clothes that I had previously unpacked earlier and went to the bathroom. (Outfit below)
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Once showering and changing, I look at myself in the mirror, I looked different. I hadn't worn jeans in so long and it felt good to know my scars weren't on show. I looked sort of normal, my hair was in a messy bun and no longer dirty like it used to be. Even though I havent been here long, I looked much healthier and normal. I expected to be treated like shit but maybe just maybe I will be treated like a person. I leave the room and go outside like the man said, everyone looks at me. I must have done something wrong, maybe I should go back upstairs. "I'm so sorry harper" ethan says breaking the silence, he comes up to me and I'm engulfed in a hug. It felt nice. "Its ok" I reassure him. "Right so Harper sausage or burger" logan asks. I was so confused. What was he talking about. "Burger"?? He nods and seconds later I'm holding a burger. "Sophie what about you" logan then asks. "I would love a sausage, although you're gonna give me yours tonight arent you baby" she replies directed the last bit at the man, logan and ethan burst out laughing. I didnt get what was do funny. After logan had given everyone food, we sat at the outdoor table and ate. Logan and Ethan would make jokes about the man's sausage which i was confused about since he chose to have a burger. I wanted to ask but I felt if I did I would be in trouble. "James is your sausage bigger than this" Ethan blurted out producing his food, which was a sausage in a bun. I was confused for a moment but soon realised the man was called James. "Obviously" I was even more confused about the sausage. After much consideration I decided to ask. "Can I ask a question" I ask making sure I was ok to ask. "Yeah sure, go ahead" James replies. "They keep talking about your sausage but you have a burger and its really confusing" I say and everyone bursts out laughing. I gulp in anticipation, waiting for the response, maybe I would recieve I punishment, I should know what they are talking about. "You're well dumb" sophie says looking at me with disgust. "At least shes not a whore" ethan retorts backing me up. I felt like a whore though, so many guys had touched me in places I never wanted to be touched. I had been called a whore numerous times so much that it must be true. "My sausage is my dick" James says. I didnt know how to respond so I just nod. Wait I nodded, he doesnt like nodding. I'm screwed. I look at him for any signs of anger but instead he looks as though hes trying not to laugh. The meal went on peacefully, he said my reaction to finding out what a sausage was, was funny and he wasnt going to punish me for nodding. He did say we would talk later, however that later never came.
