*•.Beauty Queen.•*

Some Getting Used To

He looks at me, "Estrella, you ever reference that you are ugly again, and I will beat you black and blue."
I wonder if he would actually hit me? Is this what it was like back before I went missing?
"Mr. Sanchez? Would you hit me?"
He looks at me confused, "Essie? Are you asking to be hit? Or if I would?" "If you would, like be able to create the action of hitting me."
He smiles, "Essie, you are mine, I can do whatever I want. I can hit and hurt you if I wish. I don't plan on it, because you haven't made me angry. But I wouldn't take that chance if I was you."
I nod, "Yes, sir."
      He takes me by the wrist back to the kitchen. "Sit, Essie. I'm going to finish your pancakes now. You wanted four, correct?" I nod, "Yes, Sir." He nods and faces the griddle.
      I've never felt so restricted in my life. It's weird, I feel like I have a dad, but a boyfriend at the same time. I suppose he is technically my— my master. Oh my gawd! Am I in like a human trafficking ring? But Mr. Sanchez said that I was his. Does that mean that he bought me out of a human trafficking ring? Or that like he kidnapped me? He said he's had me since I was 13. That's a long time.
      "Essie!" I yelp, "Ah, who was that?" "Essie, your pancakes are ready." I sit criss cross on the chair and wait patiently for him to set the pancakes in front of me.
He walks over, "Essie, you aren't allowed to be scared of me under any circumstance. So, stop. I can tell that you were shaking while you were sitting so quietly." I shake my head no, "Essie! You aren't allowed to lie to me either!"
I start to shake, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It was a instant reaction."
He shakes his head, "This is going to be like starting over entirely, isn't it? Well, I guess you are just going to have to get used to it." I nod cautiously. He smiles, "Eat up babygirl." I smile and grab the fork and cut into my pancakes.