Sophia~
(Nineteen years old…)
You become the life you’re given to live.
Your surroundings consume you until it seeps deep into your bones. It’s in the blood pumping through your veins. It’s in the air you breathe.
You can’t long for something you’ve never had. You can’t crave something you know nothing of. They remain just words you’ve heard someone say.
Empty words.
Freedom. Hope. Love. Happiness.
All empty words with no meaning.
It’s been ten years since Momma died. I was allowed to stay with her until she took her last breath, then I had to join the other slaves. Those are the rules. The same thing happened to Jack. When his mother died a few years before mine, he had to start earning his place in the house.
The other slaves will turn on you in a heartbeat. You’re not allowed to talk to the staff, or to a Master or Mistress. I can only talk to Jack, even if he never talks back.
Death, it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. You can’t ignore it if you’re surrounded by it. There’s always someone dying, another slave beaten to death.
Slaves keep coming and going. That’s just the way it is, always has been, and always will be.
What’s on the other side of this life? Is it the same as here? Will I get a good Master or Mistress if I die?
There’s no one I can ask.
I stand by the window in one of the many rooms of the mansion. I dust the bars while staring outside. The garden is beautiful. Jack keeps it neat.
He’s the only slave that’s allowed to go outside. The rest of us have to stay inside. We’re only allowed to move around the house when we’re cleaning, or being taken to satisfy a Master or Mistress. Otherwise, we’re to stay in the building we all share.
The only time we get to be outside is when we’re coming to the house, or returning to the building.
“Sophia!” Rosa shrieks, and then something slams hard against the side of my head.
Losing my balance, I slam into the window. The force of my body hitting the window makes the glass shudder, and for a moment I fear that it will break. My shoulder knocks into the side of the wall, and an ache spreads from down my arm.
“Grab that one!” Tiffany hisses, and my head snaps up.
She’s worse than any Master or Mistress I’ve ever had. She’s very jealous, and if she feels you’ve cheated her out of a Master or Mistress, then she’ll kill you. I’ve seen it happen before.
She’s tall and in her late twenties. She’s one of the oldest slaves and the only reason she’s still alive, is because she gives the best blowjobs. I’ve heard Master Sven say so.
She towers over me, her face all scrunched up with anger.
“I haven’t done anything,” I plead with her.
I should know by now that pleading with her doesn’t help. She’s killed before and because of that everyone fears her.
No one stops her, saying it’s survival of the fittest. If you can survive her, then you’re strong enough to be a slave.
Tiffany leans forward and sneers at me, “Master David is mine, bitch. I hear you were with him last night.”
I frown, not understanding.
“I was taken to him. I was just doing my duties.”
Her face contorts, and her lips pull down. “He’s mine. I won’t let you replace me.”
My whole body goes cold. I haven’t felt fear in a long while. I used to feel fear right at the beginning, when they started training me. I remember being scared the first night I had sex, frightened that Master Sven wouldn’t be satisfied.
But, that was a different kind of fear. All I had to do was lie still and let him fuck me. After a while the fear disappeared, and it started to get easier.
This fear is raw, scratching at my chest and at the back of my neck. I saw what she did to Lydia.
Being a sex slave only hurts for a short while. As soon as you accept your life, the pain goes away. You live to make people happy. You still have a purpose.
But, if I die? What then?
I can’t die until I know what’s waiting on the other side.
I try to duck to the side, but Tiffany grabs hold of my hair and yanks me back. There’s a hard blow to my jaw and it makes the world go black for a moment. A sharp ache spreads up the side of my face, until I can hear my heart thumping loudly in my ear.
Someone grabs hold of the back of my neck, and I’m shoved to the floor. My eyes dart up, just in time to see Master Sven grab Tiffany, and then she’s shoved down in front of me. We’re both kneeling at Master Sven’s feet. I try my best to stop the trembling, and to keep perfectly still.
Master Sven’s fingers dig into my aching jaw and he shoves my head back. His dark eyes are sharp as he inspects my face.
“Fuck, he’s gonna be pissed. You had to go for the face. Stupid bitch.”
He shoves me back and I fall flat on my ass. As he yanks Tiffany to her feet, my eyes grow huge.
“What’s going on here?” I hear Master Cameron snap. I scramble to get to my knees, quickly lowering my eyes to the floor.
“She bruised Sophia’s face. Master Lowery has booked Sophia for the evening. This will upset him.”
A hand rests on my head.
“Look at me,” Master Cameron hisses.
I quickly lift my face, but I don’t dare look him in the eyes. That will displease him.
His thumb brushes gently over my jaw.
“What a pity. That’s going to leave an ugly bruise.”
Master Cameron comes to stand right next to me and he drags his fingers through my hair.
“What are we going to do with you?”
My heart starts to pound heavily again. If they think I’m too ugly to satisfy Master Lowery, then they’ll kill me. I don’t want to die.
I scoot closer to Master Cameron’s leg, hoping he’ll accept my submission. He keeps brushing his fingers through my hair, and for a moment the room is quiet.
Suddenly, his fingers tighten in my hair, and he yanks me painfully to my feet. A loud whimper escapes my mouth and I immediately bite down on my bottom lip to keep another from slipping out.
Master Cameron keeps my body close to his as his eyes slowly run over my face.
“We can’t disappoint a Master,” he says softly and I nod quickly.
“He favors you,” he whispers again.
I know this. Master Lowery is kind and he loves to play games. He always asks for me.
Master Cameron looks at Tiffany and he shakes his head lightly. He holds his left hand out to Master Sven. “Give me the gun.”
My throat dries right up, and a desperate whimper lodges in my throat, making my tongue feel thick with fear.
My breaths rush faster and faster as I watch Master Cameron take the gun from Master Sven.
Master Cameron lets go of my hair and takes my right hand. He brings it to the gun, and keeping his hand on mine, he forces my fingers to curl around the cold metal.
“Make her kneel,” he barks at Master Sven.
I watch as Master Sven shoves Tiffany to the floor, and then Master Cameron yanks me forward, until the gun is pressing hard into Tiffany’s head.
“Pull the trigger and you will be forgiven for getting your face bruised.”
I take a sharp breath. I don’t want to kill anyone.
Master Cameron takes a step closer to me, until I can feel his hot breath stir in the side of my head.
“If you don’t kill her, I’ll have her kill you. It’s survival of the fittest. You know she will kill you. Do it!” I jump as his voice suddenly thunders through the room.
I don’t want to die. I’m not ready.
I’m scared as I close my eyes. I turn my face away from Tiffany. I feel Master Cameron’s finger pressing hard against mine and then loud bang explodes in the room. The gun jerks in my hand, and I shriek with fright.
My eyes snap open. I blood, more blood than when Momma died. Tiffany is lying by my feet, her eyes wide open.
I killed her.
The thought is a whisper in the back of my mind, but then it starts to get louder and louder, until it’s nothing but screams bouncing around in my head.
I killed her. I killed another person.
To be continued….