Arella18
Star
- Joined
- Jan 30, 2009
A smack rang out as she was struck by the overseer; it had only been hard enough to elicit a whimper. It was starting again just like every other night, the routine would never end.
“You useless bitch,” The overseer roared at her “I can’t even sell your damn ass”.
Her name was…well she couldn’t remember but the others called her Mira. She hadn’t always been a slave but those few years had faded fast. This was all she remembered…all that she’d ever known and probably would know.
“Why don’t you say something…huh?” He shouted slapping her so hard she fell “You stupid mute…you’re so fucking worthless”.
She wasn’t mute…not that he’d ever know of course, she only spoke to the other slaves. A loud cry tore past her lips as she was kicked. She wished that it would just end…she wished someone would get her out of here. That would never happen though; masters only wanted slaves that had voices ones that they could punish.
“Fucking bitch…you’d better be glad I didn’t pay for your ass,” He shouted gripping her by the hair “Otherwise you’d be in a damn whorehouse to pay it back.”
He hauled her up and she sobbed from the pain wishing this man were dead.