Hey everyone! I felt really inspired to write this after watching Django again last week. I hope you like it and I encourage your reviews because your reviews are the fuel to my writing fire. Thanks! Xx
disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or things associated with the film. I don't agree with the way people were treated back then. The language I will use in this story is not meant to be offensive to any readers, but to add to the story experience and help you understand how people were back then.
The rusty slave carts rolled under the hot Mississippi sun, towards the massive white gates with an equally huge mansion behind it. Everyone sat hunched over and wearing their potato sack like clothes. Their skin was coated in a layer of dirt,their faces were tired with sadness, and their hair was tangled and dirty. Among the many innocent slaves sat a young girl. She stood out like a fly in a glass of milk. The girls skin was clean and glowing, her black hair flowed halfway down her back in gentle waves, she was skinny but obviously well fed, her hands were soft, she had plump,pink, lips, and her big brown eyes had a mysterious sparkle in them. As the cart picked up speed, her long white cotton dress flowed, and the lily in her hair fell out. The other people in her cart looked at her, astonished. The girl looked like she had never worked a day in her life. The men who were leading and guarding the carts, eyed her hungrily. Swiftly and quickly the slave carts entered the mansion gates and roughly halted in front of the large wooden front door. The horseback men dismounted and ordered the slaves to get into lines. "Get in straight fucking lines! Hurry up now we aint got all day!", yelled one of the overseers. A white haired, dark skinned man, with a cane approached the line of the new slaves. "Well, well, what have we got here? You poor devils are gonna either like it here at Candieland, or hate it", the man chuckled and continued. "You niggas are going to call me Mr. Stephen . Now imma examine you and give you a job. Y'all understand?"
The slaves looked down and some of them nodded. Stephen went down the line of people and gave each of them a number and a key to a shack, which they were to live in. Somewhere towards the end of the line, Stephen reached the young, mysterious girl.
"Whats your name girl?", he asked.
The girl looked down and didn't give him an answer.
"When I speak to you, you must answer me! Now lets try again. I said, whats your name girl?"
Still looking down, she mustered,"Sheba."
"Where did they get your sorry ass from?", asked Stephen.
"Texas"
"And what exactly did you do at your old plantation?"
"I was a companion to the owners wife. She was a lonely woman", replied Sheba.
As Stephen kept interrogating the gorgeous girl, the owner of Candieland peered from out the window. He smirked and signaled Stephen to come inside.
"Stay here girl", ordered Stephen.
A few minutes passed before he came back out. Without even bothering to come past the doorsteps of the house, he said,"You're coming inside. The master wants to see you."
With a surprised look on her face, Sheba continued towards the door where Stephen was standing. The other slaves looked at her with upset faces because they knew what happens to pretty young girls who get called inside on the first day.