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Author's Note: Another chapter! Took long enough, ne?
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I collapse on the couch, bringing my feet to rest on the table in front of me. Lesandra
was gone for a while, and the house was empty. She had taken Marie with her, and the rest of the
slaves or workers (some were here by choice and were, in fact, paid for their labor) were taking
a rest in their assigned rooms. I was the only one in the basement. I was the only one treated t
this way... then again, I was the only human.
I stand up, walking to the bathroom where I would wash my hands and feet. A bath was in order,
but Lesandra would get mad if I dirtied the water the workers and changed and made clean and
scented for her. I decided to skip the bath for now, she would have me take one in due time. She
told me should could never stand the smell of dirty humans.
I'm very tired right now, having been cleaning all day. I scrubbed the floors, did the laundry,
washed the dishes, cleaned the tables and counters, fixed the dinner, and cut more firewood. It was
a difficult task, to cut firewood. Wood seemed to be heavier here then it was back on Earth,
although I never cut wood there. Papa and Mama never made me do labor, but tried to raise me "high
class" like them. In public, I was told to act like a lady... but sometime's it didn't work. I was
always getting into trouble... but I couldn't help it. I had fun.
Fun seems like a strange word, I look at my face in the mirror. Yes, when I had fun I didn't
look as horrible. I was pale, bruises and scratches visible on my face. My black hair which used to
be silky is in knots, but Lesandra wouldn't let that last. She said she liked my hair, and that if
I ran away she would cut it all off and keep it for herself. Something about my black, human hair
intrigued her, and she would brush it herself every once in a while. She was gentle then, the only
time she was ever gentle.
I sit down and use an old cloth to wash my feet. I hear the door slam and heavy footsteps,
and then the door slams open. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Lesandra yells, "Just thought
you'd take it easy, huh?! Just thought you'd skip out on all your chores?!"
I stuttered, "I...I finished...my... chores," It was barely a whisper.
"Well, do more! There's plenty of work around here! DON'T JUST SIT THERE!" She reached out
and grabs a handful of hair, "AND WHAT IS WITH THESE KNOTS?! GET OUT OF HERE! The very sight of
you sickens me you little wretch!" She shoves me down the stairs and storms into the bathroom, slamming
the door. When I land on the floor Marie looks down at me with a disgusted look on her face.
"See... you've made her mad again!" She hissed, then shoved me in the basement and left
me alone in the darkness.
Author's Note: Finally! A CHAPTER! Kinda short... but aren't they all with me? Thanks for the reviews!
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Author's Note: Another chapter! Took long enough, ne?
~~~
I collapse on the couch, bringing my feet to rest on the table in front of me. Lesandra
was gone for a while, and the house was empty. She had taken Marie with her, and the rest of the
slaves or workers (some were here by choice and were, in fact, paid for their labor) were taking
a rest in their assigned rooms. I was the only one in the basement. I was the only one treated t
this way... then again, I was the only human.
I stand up, walking to the bathroom where I would wash my hands and feet. A bath was in order,
but Lesandra would get mad if I dirtied the water the workers and changed and made clean and
scented for her. I decided to skip the bath for now, she would have me take one in due time. She
told me should could never stand the smell of dirty humans.
I'm very tired right now, having been cleaning all day. I scrubbed the floors, did the laundry,
washed the dishes, cleaned the tables and counters, fixed the dinner, and cut more firewood. It was
a difficult task, to cut firewood. Wood seemed to be heavier here then it was back on Earth,
although I never cut wood there. Papa and Mama never made me do labor, but tried to raise me "high
class" like them. In public, I was told to act like a lady... but sometime's it didn't work. I was
always getting into trouble... but I couldn't help it. I had fun.
Fun seems like a strange word, I look at my face in the mirror. Yes, when I had fun I didn't
look as horrible. I was pale, bruises and scratches visible on my face. My black hair which used to
be silky is in knots, but Lesandra wouldn't let that last. She said she liked my hair, and that if
I ran away she would cut it all off and keep it for herself. Something about my black, human hair
intrigued her, and she would brush it herself every once in a while. She was gentle then, the only
time she was ever gentle.
I sit down and use an old cloth to wash my feet. I hear the door slam and heavy footsteps,
and then the door slams open. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Lesandra yells, "Just thought
you'd take it easy, huh?! Just thought you'd skip out on all your chores?!"
I stuttered, "I...I finished...my... chores," It was barely a whisper.
"Well, do more! There's plenty of work around here! DON'T JUST SIT THERE!" She reached out
and grabs a handful of hair, "AND WHAT IS WITH THESE KNOTS?! GET OUT OF HERE! The very sight of
you sickens me you little wretch!" She shoves me down the stairs and storms into the bathroom, slamming
the door. When I land on the floor Marie looks down at me with a disgusted look on her face.
"See... you've made her mad again!" She hissed, then shoved me in the basement and left
me alone in the darkness.
Author's Note: Finally! A CHAPTER! Kinda short... but aren't they all with me? Thanks for the reviews!
^______^