Malicious Lullaby
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- On my knees, in between his legs.
All that could be heard really was the faint sound of rustling and bustling of chains against the cold dingy floor. Cages upon cages and more, were filled with mostly female slaves, maybe a little bit amount of cages filled with male slaves. But mostly there were female slaves. It wasn't everyday that a slave was purchased. No. It was rare when someone got purchased because many masters or mistresses had so many new and high standards.
Carlyle was one of those slaves that had been there practically her entire life. Sold into slavery when she was nine and spent eight years there working nad living in a cage. As the new day came, the slaves were let out to do their work. Plowing in the fields and raising gardens, lead by a bunch of wardens who showed no mercy. Wearing a ragged shirt with a lot of holes and ripped shorts that were once pants, no shoes on her feet, she plowed the dirt, making it ready to plant new seeds. She had dirty black hair right now, dirty scuffed on her feet and face, dried blood on the souls of her feet, her hands blistered and with a little bit of red on them from the blood.
She had bags under her eyes from a huge lack of sleep. It was hard to sleep in the cell/cage that she lived in. No blanket, no pillow, no warmth. Very small amount of food and no tender loving care. It was a sad miserable life fll of a lot of young slaves, most who die within this slavery home of natural causes and some who are killed for planting one seed in the wrong place.
Maybe her day would come...
Carlyle was one of those slaves that had been there practically her entire life. Sold into slavery when she was nine and spent eight years there working nad living in a cage. As the new day came, the slaves were let out to do their work. Plowing in the fields and raising gardens, lead by a bunch of wardens who showed no mercy. Wearing a ragged shirt with a lot of holes and ripped shorts that were once pants, no shoes on her feet, she plowed the dirt, making it ready to plant new seeds. She had dirty black hair right now, dirty scuffed on her feet and face, dried blood on the souls of her feet, her hands blistered and with a little bit of red on them from the blood.
She had bags under her eyes from a huge lack of sleep. It was hard to sleep in the cell/cage that she lived in. No blanket, no pillow, no warmth. Very small amount of food and no tender loving care. It was a sad miserable life fll of a lot of young slaves, most who die within this slavery home of natural causes and some who are killed for planting one seed in the wrong place.
Maybe her day would come...