The Artist and the Slave
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Last published Wed, May 22, 2019
I recently moved to a small town down near the coastline. In terms or appearance, it's very old fashioned; but that's why I moved here. That, and to get away from my... "disturbed" family. Thankfully, one of my uncles live over here-one reason I came to live here was cause of him, somehow he became an exception in my strange family-and had showed me the very house I'm now living in.
But after a couple day of getting to know the place and slowly make a name for myself, something happened. During one of my painting sessions someone came to my home. Having recently moved, I knew no one aside from my uncle knew where I lived.
Quickly cleaning enough to seem decent I walked to my front door. That's when it all changed... When the suddenly arrival of a familiar stranger and his "gift" appeared. The "gift" was of a young slave girl with obvious red scarring.
That's when my quiet and still starting life, drastically changed. For better or for worse... I'm not sure yet.
(Warning! Contains sensitive and/or disturbing topics and descriptions.)
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