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Chapter 3-Slave
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-12 Years Later-
-Serenity-
"Wake up, Serenity," was whispered slowly in my ear.
I knew who it was. Tristan always took care of me. Well, he took care of me for his own amusement. He used to love hearing me scream in pain. He caused me to yell and plead for him to stop. I tried to attack him, but was chained up. After the incident, I was punished, but afterwards, I became really quiet, and no longer the cheerful girl I used to be before the first agonizing torture Tristan wanted me to cry out, "Stop!" He's been punishing me ever since I became quiet. I remember the first time he tortured me. He laughed at me and spat on my face. His whole reason for continuing this torture was my love for Seto.
I looked up and my hazel-green eyes met his mud-colored eyes. His brown, upside-down, iron-shaped hair amused me, but I kept my mouth shut. The way he licked his lips disgusted me. The way his big hands gripped my wrists hurt me. Sometimes, it looked like his eyes were a mahogany color, as if the color of blood glistened in them.
As a slave, I had to obey every rule, always answer politely, do my chores, and lie to anyone who asked about my wings.
I felt the cold baton lifting my chin. "Serenity, we are having guests tonight. I need you and Mai to buy groceries and prepare the food. Tea and Rebecca will be helping both of you as well," he said in a serious tone as I stood up and bowed to him.
"Yes, sir," I replied kindly as he slowly rose up and smacked me on the left cheek with the stick. He hated when I called him that.
"Yes, Master," I apologized as he grinned wicked at me.
The answer to the men who were in charge of slaves always ended with the word "master". I despised Tristan Taylor and would rather have had Seto as my master. Over the years, I learned that Seto Kaiba accomplished his goal, but I heard rumors about his attitude towards people had changed. Seto had become ruthless, arrogant, brutish, and selfish, just like Gozaburo. It made my heart sink. Seto was never like that. How could people lie about something like that?
"Much better," he said happily as he put the steal leash on my black metal collar. Tristan does not trust me. The first time he thought I didn't need a leash, I was able to escape from his grasp. I followed behind him as if I were some sort of dog. It was humiliating when he did this, especially when there were guests.
I looked at the beaded bracelet Seto had given me, which was now gray and black because Tristan colored it with a permanent marker. I always thought about the times I had fun with Seto. He made me a promise, and I will not give up on him. But…what if he'd forgotten?
Arriving at the top of the stairs, I saw Mai holding a wooden basket. I took the other basket from the dirty kitchen counter and we headed out the door.
The slave center was deep in the forest. It used to be a warehouse, but the company was bought. We walked from the center to the market. I thought about my fate, our fates, as we went. Our clothes became ragged and torn over the years. All the pain and suffering, I felt like I could actually feel what the clothes were feeling. It was as if our clothes felt the brutal torture we had been through. The slaves all had to wear oversized long-sleeved blouses and a pair of worn-out pants. The colors didn't matter, but Tristan made me wear brown so I would resemble dirt.
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When we returned from buying the food, Tea and Rebecca were already boiling four fifteen-inch pots of water.
Mai rinsed the vegetables while Tea and I cut the vegetables and put them in the sizzling water. Rebecca took bowls, spoons and napkins from the cabinets and set them on the rectangular table.
Guests were served a meal downstairs during slave sales. Higher and middle class men would come downstairs to look at the slaves. They read our profiles to see the advantages and disadvantages of each slave.
I was about to put the cabbage in the water when I turned around and saw Tristan right in front of me. "Hurry up and give the other wenches their food. The guests will be arriving in an hour, and I'm getting impatient," he said quickly. I noticed he was tapping the baton in his left palm.
I gulped, bowed, and simply replied, "Yes, master."
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Yeah! Another chapter done! I hoped you all enjoyed that. Until next the next chapter…
Ki Wingz