I have to get away. I have to run. I can't go back. They'll hurt me even more. They'll abuse me even more. They'll cause more pain. I don't want the pain. They realized that I don't like the pain from wounds, but I can take it. It's the pain from their touch, their abuse I can't take.
The exhaustion began to set in. I can feel my legs getting tired. The woods are so thick, maybe I lost them. I can't run any farther I'm too weak. They make sure that we don't have enough food, so that were not strong. They only give us enough food to keep us alive.
The leaves are so warm and soft. When did I fall?
"There's the little pup." The voice was cold, sharp and mad. "Running away pup?" the laugh that followed cut sharp, and clean into his soul, giving a sense of dread and hate. "You're nothing but a slut! What did you think you were going to do once you got away?"
What was I going to do? He's right I'm nothing but a slut, a tool to make other people's lives enjoyable. "I don't know…"
"We don't need sluts who run away! However the boss likes you so I'm not allowed to kill you." Pain. Pain. Pain. He was kicking me. He liked to kick me. "You" Kick "Lucky" kick "Bitch" kick.
The beating won't stop; maybe death will be my first taste of freedom. No I'm not good enough for that. They always make sure not to kill.
The darkness of sleep, it is a welcoming embrace, the only escape from the pain. The darkness started to come from all around, soon it would completely incase me and I can escape.
Why did the kicking stop? Why had the words stopped? So much pain, but it had stopped. He saw a face not the face of the slave driver. He saw the brown eyes filled with… what was that look? It seemed like he was sad…
First story. First note. First ... everything. I plan on going far with this so reveiw. there will be HOT things latter on. I like to have a story not just sex so I hope you like it!