Bought for Slavery
Chapter 1
They had boughtme for $125.00. They saidI would be a part of the family. Brothers. A real family. That's whatI thought, but onceI got to my new home, all they do is make me do chores and clean. I'm not even allowed out of the house. There are 4 of them. They all have silver hair.
First, it's Loz, the youngest. He has mushroom cut hair gelled back. Second, it's Yazoo with hair down to his waist. Third it's Kadaj. He has hair down to his neck. They are all so creepy. And finally, there's Sephiroth. He's the oldest and meanest.
He's in charge of everything that has to do with his brothers. All of them take joy in hitting me and beating me until I'm knocking on deaths door. I don't know why, but Death never answers.
I've got to go. They're calling me again.
Denzel finished writing in his journal which he kept safely hidden underneath the floorboards of the basement where he resided. The basement was dank, cold, wet, and damp. This is where he lived.
Denzel was only 12 years of age. When he first saw the 4 silver haired men at the orphanage, he thought they would be a nice family, so he tried his best to impress them. It had obviously worked because they came for him the next day. it was sad to say good-bye to al his friends in the orphanage. Especially, the one girl he thought of as his sister; Marlene.
As Denzel climbed the stairs, he prepared himself for the worst. IF he even did one thing wrong, it was Beat Up City for him. Once he opened the door, the blasting of rock music met his ears and a foul smell of liquor met his nose. After all, it was a party.
"Yo! Denzel," said Loz who was leaning on Denzel's shoulder, drunk as hell. Denzel stayed silent. "How about me and you go to bed and get lucky?" he asked. Denzel was disgusted. He shoved Loz off him. His head landed on the floor with a thunk.
Denzel continued into the living area where he saw Sephiroth kissing a whore. He grabbed Denzel by the front collar of his shirt. Denzel grunted. He didn't look into the mako eyes that haunted his dreams. "Come quicker next time when I call you," he said. "Yes master," said Denzel. "Now boy. Start cleaning up this shit," he said with a wave of his big hand that had a habit of landing on Denzel's cheek.
Denzel walked to a nearby closet and pulled out a black trash bag. Then a woman came up to him. "Hey are you Ok?" she asked. "I saw how that guy treated you," she said.
"Welcome to my life," whispered Denzel to himself. The woman had heard him. "Hey you sexy thing," said a voice from the corner of the room. Denzel and the woman looked and saw Kadaj holding a beer and wore a plain black top with tight blue jeans tucked in.
"Come here," he said sexily. Denzel; rolled his eyes. The woman walked over to him shaking her hips. "Go upstairs. I'll be right up," he said. :Ok: said the woman and she disappeared up the steps towards the bedroom.
Kadaj then turned his attention to Denzel. He walked towards him dangerously. "Did you talk to her?" he asked still walking. Denzel felt he was getting too close so he backed right up into the wall. "N-no," he said. Kadaj smiled. He put both his hands above Denzel's shoulders. "Are you sure?" he asked him. Denzel nodded his head in agreement. "Good," said Kadaj who backed up off him.
"By the way, talk again without permission, and I'll kill you," he said glaring at the young boy.
Denzel fell to the ground with the trash bag clutched in his sweaty hands. Will I even live to see my next birthday? he wondered while picking up trash.