Born to be a slave.
ate protector,
- God
And I was one of them. A slave. I think that is the only purpose for me in my short life. Since I can remember, I have been working as a slave. I think it will be for seven years. Though, sometimes I am not even sure about it. I have never attended a school or learned anything useful, reading, counting. Just basic stuff, but not enough to function on my own. Right now I was sitting on a tiny stack of hay, waiting for somebody to buy me. I didn't want to go to another pl
s for other ones, that were here with me. I hold my head low a
ack, greasy hair. I didn't bother to
one!" I heard the vo
not last long. You don't need her. We can find someone
said I w
ssumed. His statement was clear, his voice stern and demanding. I felt his small hand touch my sh
at me!" h
n't b
. You are gonna regret if you ta
My eyes were shut tight. Please, not me, not me. I was chanting in my head. He curved his smooth fingers around my chin and pulled i
his voice was more thr
es and finally looked at t
and keeping it warm. And a black, silky scarf was loosely around his neck. But the most striking thing about him was his eyes. They were almost white, with a hint of purple in it. It looked so bizarre and strange. I have nev
is you
.
is y
id quietly, b
. Better get used to
y going to buy her? an
will be my persona
of them. I couldn't believe they will b
Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance