The Slave Story
Privation would be how you would describe the room that I was forced to live in, all it had was my makeshift bed and a few pairs of clothes, other than that there was nothing.
I was sleeping peacefully in my makeshift bed that was placed in the small room, until I was jolted awake by a angry roar. I quickly got up and went to see what the problem was.
When I got down stairs I was aghast at what I found. The whole house had been destroyed and Marik was standing in the middle of the mess. 'oh great, now I have to clean it up' I thought with vexation, bending down to start cleaning.
All of the sudden I felt a piercing glare hit my back, I stopped what I was doing and stood up, still looking at the ground though because it was forbidden for me to look him in the eyes. "Is there something wrong Master Marik?" I asked.
"Stop cleaning and go get dressed."
Without a word I went upstairs to get dressed. As I went upstairs I looked at my hair and noticed that my shirt was askew. I quickly got went to my room, dressed and went back downstairs, where Marik was still standing in the middle of the mess.
"Get ready to leave, you are going to a friends house for a sleepover." he said with a touch of anger in his voice.
I looked up with a smile, and quickly got my bag packed, grinning at the prospects of running away from my abusive master. I did run away and it was relieving, I was finally able to be at peace.