U Imagine

Lost With Him

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Dedicated to @flowerfilleddreams. I'll make this story blossom as pristine as snow and obtain the touch it hasn't before.

I hope you like it. 

Disclaimer: There will be mature content discussed such as slavery and there will be obscenity such as vulgar words and certain romance that might make readers uncomfortable. Reader discretion is advised.  

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Y/N's POV:

My bed creaks as I mush my weight into the mattress's limp body. I lay down exhausted by the chores I'm given today by Mistress Roja. 

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"Bini! Take down the trash outside!"

"Bini! Scrub the floors! Make sure I can be able to see my face in them and if there's a speck down, I'll ask you to scrub the floors again!"

"Bini! You out with the sweeping and come inside to help me cook dinner!" 

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It always seems as though that woman can make millions of things be my business and trap me in this hell hole. And even with giving me this stupid nickname, which sounds trash, she always had it out for me.

After all, my dead parents couldn't pay off their debt and I was in for indentured arsehole.

And even if I think things couldn't get worse from Mistress Roja's constant tugging at my hair, I couldn't believe that the door that I've known to open countless times to my shabby closet...

Opened up a different world.

At first, I was nervous as I peered through, paying close attention to detail, to any movement, but I only feel the clear jello mirror in front of me engulf me in.

I step into a clouded field of cotton white, with nothing else to see. Where am I?

"Ah you must be the new girl that's here to help us out!" I jumped and turned around to see that it was an old man carrying a vintage oil lantern wearing dusted overalls, a straw hat, flannel and worn brown shoes. I see his hair is a magnificent black-grey spring garden waiting to turn into winter white, while his skin is tanned from working out and he holds small red and black bumps along with creased wrinkles which added to his face more character and depth.

"I'm Toshi Ruto." He reaches out his hand and I reach out to shake it, "I'm [Y/N L/N] nice to meet you." He smiled warmly, his slightly coffee-stained lips perked to reveal his crème colored crooked teeth.

He's seems to be the type of man that you would want to call gramps if you didn't have one.

Mr. Ruto showed me around his house and I observe it's cozy wood interior and neutral toned furniture which just makes anyone feel they're in the den where causal bonfires are made and people joking in these reunions to be warm and free from the crack-up world we live in.

Not to mention, everything is speck clean and I start to smell a strong aroma of potatoes, Rosemary, and delicious pig (Jackfruit if you veg/vegan) coming from the oven.

"Well, come on up, I've got something for you to do." I walk over to where he was now on his balcony that overlooked whimsical angelic clouds and it's nurturing blue sky. Low and behold, he held out a small golden bead in his hand.

"Well? What are you waiting for?!" I shook my head, confused, but his chuckle reassured me, "You take one and throw it down."  I picked it up and threw it across the clouds where I watch it rip a hole through it's fabric.