Ashley was sitting in the back of the smelly, rattling truck, her hands tied behind her back with some rough rope. She was wearing a tattered shirt that might as well have been a fabric bag with holes, and a very rudimentary shorts. All her life, she had been in captivity, having been sold to slavehood when she was young, forced to do chores and rough work in construction sites and so on. Lately, her captors seemed to have been eager to sell off their slaves, and Ashley had watched her friends disappear one by one. Now was her turn. She was told that someone had just bought her and here she was, being delivered to him like a piece of goods. Her brown hair was in a mess, though she had been forced to comb it just to look presentable to her new master. It wasn't easy taming hair that had not been combed in more than a few years.
"We're here!" shouted the drivers. They opened the truck door and she clambered out, her bare feet hitting the rough road. She looked up - it was a large-looking house. She expected that she'd be the maid or something, which she was all too grateful for. At least it was better than rough work. Ashley felt her hair being grabbed by one of the drivers as he leaned in menacingly. "Now, you be good now. If your master has any complaints, you'll have hell to pay." Releasing her with a jerk, the driver went to ring the doorbell of the house and they all waited for the delivery to be picked up.
"We're here!" shouted the drivers. They opened the truck door and she clambered out, her bare feet hitting the rough road. She looked up - it was a large-looking house. She expected that she'd be the maid or something, which she was all too grateful for. At least it was better than rough work. Ashley felt her hair being grabbed by one of the drivers as he leaned in menacingly. "Now, you be good now. If your master has any complaints, you'll have hell to pay." Releasing her with a jerk, the driver went to ring the doorbell of the house and they all waited for the delivery to be picked up.