"여러분! 슬레이브 아이가! 위대한 지도자를 위해서 기도."
The young toddler looked up when his Master called to him in their native language of Korean. The child stumbled over, trying to keep hold of the large refreshments tray he was told to hold. The Master caught the child by his shoulder and thrust the child down into a prayer position in front of a portrait of their Great Leader. The toddler instantly started praying, but behind the Master's family.
He couldn't be in the same air space as his Master and Mistress. The child's name was 남 also know as 'Nam', his full family name was IM용남 or Im-Yong Nam. But only his older sister, Soo used their family name anymore. Slaves didn't have family names, they were things to be bought and sold...not to be treated like humans.
His mother name had been Eunice Waters and she was born in London, England. She was born a free woman, to a free and wealthy family. Aunt Ta, the older native North Korean woman who slept with them, would tell Nam and Soo stories about how people in most parts of the world didn't own slaves.
That everyone was treated equally and that their mother was free before she was kidnapped and smuggled into North Korea. But the smugglers were caught and their mother was sold into slavery instead of going to a concentration camp. That was where she met their father, Im-Yong Hao, a fellow slave, he was only half Korean but he took after his own father, who was a Korean rebel.
That was how Nam and Soo came into being. They were born-slaves and if their Master had anything to do with it. They were going to stay that way. It was like what Soo told him whenever he would go to sleep crying because his body hurt from where Master had thrown him around. It was the Master's world, they were just living in it. Half-blood slave orphans, with no education, no where to go. Wherever they went, they were looked at like dirt. That was all Nam ever knew.
"여기에 오, 천만에!"
The Master snapped, yanking Nam to his feet and shoving him towards the door. He had prayed for too long, now was time to work again. The child grabbed his tray and hurried out, whimpering softly as the multiple blisters on his hands peeled slightly. His hands hurt as he scurried to the kitchen. That was where he saw her again, the Master's daughter Ren. She was very nice with long dark hair and eyes, she had played with him once before the master caught them.
He had shrieked in horror and grabbed Nam by his curly hair, heaving him away from his child. Ren screamed that they had just been playing but Master didn't care, he just screeched in Nam's face over and over.
"한번도 내 자식, 슬레이브 터치! 한번도 내 자식 터치!"
Never touch his child...never touch his child. Then he threw the boy to the ground and grabbed a gardening hose, then as his daughter screamed, he began to whip the shaking child until the boy was shaking and bleeding on the grass of the yard. Later that night, as Soo was bandaging his wounds, he looked at her and said solemnly.
"왜 그들은 다른 사람들처럼 보이지 않는 상처는 아이?"
Why do they hurt a child? A child who is not like the others. Soo began to cry as she stroked her baby brother's curls, the same curls their mother had had before she had been killed. The anger of unrighteousness burned in her chest. How dare they hurt her little brother?! Just because he played with another child, just because he touched her hand? Just because he wasn't like the others? A child who is not like the children here.
-TimeSkip-
"여기에 이 중 하나."
His Master hissed as he shoved the nine year old Nam into the arms of two other men, men who were selling slaves in the North of Mexico. Fourteen year old Soo screamed and tried to run to her little brother as he screamed and tried to run to her. But both siblings were held apart by what seemed like an endless amount of miles. Finally Soo managed to throw out her hand and scream one last desperate call to her baby brother as they tied him and shoved him into a car.
"나는 당신을 찾고 계신지남!"
It was a promise to find her little brother one day and the last view she got of him was his tear stained face as he was shoved into a covered car. She couldn't even hope to stop the tears that flowed unheeded down her cheeks. Her chest clenched in sadness and she felt to her knees, praying that her baby brother would live. That she would be able to find him one day and take him home.
"그를 자유롭게 하소서! 살려 주십시오."
She wailed as she clutched at her heart, the young teen was so desperate.
-TimeSkip-
Jimmy Palmer let a single tear fall from his eye as he looked at his hands, scarred from many years of work. He was free now, a free man in America. Most of these Americans didn't even know that North Korea still had slaves or that he, boring hum-drum Jimmy Palmer had been one.
"나 무료 음...I'm free."