slave girl

chapter two

🍁 I don't want you to take my scars away but I want you to nurse them and tell me it's gonna be ok🍁

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The rustling of leaves snaps me out of my thoughts and the familiar boots of the sheriff approaches me. His scent hit my nose as I quickly jump to my feet trying to straighten my dress that I have successfully wrinkled.

"I knew I'll find you here", he said. He was wearing his brown sheriff uniform with his leather boots and his hair in a ponytail.

"S-sheriff, I didn't think you will follow me here", I said trying to unsuccessfully hid the basket full of different types of berries. My heart beat accelerated. Yep. He has that effect on me.

He came behind me and collected the basket. " why do you have a basket filled with fruits?"

"I-I uhhmm t-thought you will like-", I stopped talking when I saw him popping a blueberry into his mouth

"I haven't even washed that", I said quietly feeling my cheeks burn.

He just shrugged."I told you to stop calling me sheriff", he said taking a bite from a strange looking berry, "you have been calling me sheriff for the past three years now"

I giggled when I saw him trying to lick the juice of the berry that dribbled down his chin.

"Yes Andrew, I'm sorry". I collected the basket from him.

"You really need to stop saying sorry for nothing", he turned around and started walking expecting me to follow him which I obviously did.

"OK sheriff"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Oh sorry Andrew "

"You're doing it again."

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I was in the meadows enjoying the peaceful sounds when I heard the sound of branches snapping which made me strangely comfortable because I was sure Andrew was the person behind me.

"Andrew I hope you are not here to steal my berries again" , I smiled sheepishly.

Silence.

I slowly turned around and I saw Andrew standing there smiling at me as his eyes glimmered with beautiful emotions. Those dimples do things to me that I can't even comprehend. He moved closer and tucked my hair behind my ears. I could hear my heart pounding fast. The wind was messing up his hair but he looked gorgeous. He started leaning in and I closed my eyes. He whispered against my lips, "Who is Andrew my little kitten?"

I slowly opened my eyes looking into a different set of eyes and froze.

"M-master?"

I looked around and saw that we were in his bedroom.

"You look sad", his eyes darkening with lust, "let me make that frown go away.

This time was different. I wasn't crying. I was just glaring at him.
He pushed me to the bed. I looked at the drawer and I saw that pocket knife. He climbed the bed and started kissing my neck. I immediately grabbed the knife and stabbed him.

The bedroom started fading away and I was standing in the meadows with the bloody knife in my hand.

I turned around and saw Andrew standing there with wide eyes looking at my dress.