Flame of a Candle

Flame of a Candle

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"The life of a slave is harsh. I mean, you just wake up one day and you suddenly find yourself working in a field or a quarry, harvesting fields upon fields of wheat or toiling a thousand rock faces for iron ores. You don't remember what peaceful life you had before, you don't remember the luxuries you had, you don't remember your friends, or even your family. You're just living one night as a normal person, and the next morning you're used as a tool. An old, rusted tool, broken and battered and almost worthless. Slaveholders? Tch. They couldn't care less if you just decide to break down completely --- they'll replace you, like the rich people they are. "As a slave, nobody will care. Nobody notices you. Nobody talks to you. They act like you're the mud on the ground: not worth their precious time at all. And when you die, they act like nothing really happened, nothing important took place, and they just go on about their day. It makes you feel like you've been invisible this whole time, doesn't it? Just...poof. Gone. Vanished. Put out. "They treat you like you're nothing but the flame of a candle...and they all become forest fires."
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Human Status

I live in a world where I am nameless. I live in a world where I do not matter except or unless I am owned by someone. I do not have rights, freedoms, joys, wishes, or aspirations. I am property. I was born and raised to belong to someone that will one day take me away like the fairy tale stories that I listened to everyday in the house I live in. I prayed every night that a handsome prince would come and take me to live in his castle just like in the books. I prayed that I would be a princess and have a kingdom just like in the books. But I was never told that the books were all lies. I was never told the true reason why I was a well sought after commodity. I was never told that I am not the only one like me. When I found out it was too late to save myself. To think and in less than 4 days I will be taken away from my current home and be in a home of my own. I sat on the simple wooden bed hoping that my owner was nice and kind. I hated to think about some of the stories that I heard about the other girls like me. I hated thinking about being exterminated because I made my owner unhappy. I thought to myself that I would try real hard to keep him happy. I remember the covenant of rules that would keep me and my owner happy. I would need to follow five rules. 1. Always obey my owner. 2. Always be available to my owner. 3. Never talk back. 4. Always agree with my owner. 5. I am not human so I cannot do human things. I wondered how pretty human women were. I was so nervous about my departure I nearly refused to leave my room. I could leave if there wasn’t anything wrong with me physically. I remember the den mother telling me not to do anything that would cause a refund or else I would be exterminated upon refund. My new owner had thirty days to return me. If he returned me and no one else was interested I would be exterminated. I would be killed because it would be thought that I was defective and no one would want a defective product.

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