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As I stood in the kitchen fidgeting, my mind raced. Today was the day. All my sisters had already chosen their men, and now it was nearly my turn. I was a slave, and a slave's daughter, and today i would leave my home with my new master. I had it all planned out. I would choose Luke, as he was always kind to me. The other girls all said they would choose Henry, because he was rich, or Dylan, because he was handsome, or Dmitri because he was mysterious. Only one other girl said she would choose Luke, meaning there was no chance of me being rejected. If one of the men didn't have a girl yet, then the last girl had to choose him, or if the man already had five girls, then a slave girl couldn't choose him. I was the youngest of 12 sisters, and was owned by a rich democrat with four sons. To give the illusion of freedom, the children of a man's slaves would take their pick of the man's own children. Today I was going to make the first important choice I had ever made in my life. I was only 15, but I was ready. When I finally heard my name being called, I stepped through the doorway into the living room and my face fell.
There, standing submissively behind Luke, were five of my sisters. Four of whom had told me they would be choosing Dmitri and Henry. So many emotions flashed through my mind; anger, resentment and most of all, disappointment. With a quick glance around my feelings seemed to plummet even further if that were possible, because Henry and Dylan both had three girls standing behind them, leaving Dmitri, the man I had feared most since he arrived a few years ago, without a slave girl.
"Girl?" asked the master gruffly. "Who do you choose?"
I stuttered for a moment, unsure of what to say, until the words came out of my mouth without my permission.
"I apologise, sir, I choose Dmitri, sir."
He nodded and gestured me forward, and on shaky legs, I walked to Dmitri, standing behind him. I thought I detected a smile on his face as I passed him, but my fear was too overwhelming to be certain.
Now that everyone had been chosen, we were sent to get our bags before heading to the front door for potentially the last time. One by one, the cars were brought around to the front, and each was piled to the limit with slaves and master, until finally, Dmitri's car was brought around. With shaking hands, I managed to open the car door, but froze when his hand was on my shoulder.
"No," he said in his thick accent. "You will ride in the front with me." I nodded and he took the bag from my hand and laid it on the back seat before guiding me around and opening the passenger door for me. I was dumbfounded. Slaves were never permitted to ride in the passenger seat. I fidgeted nervously as he slid in beside me and put the car into gear, pulling out onto the road.
"Your name is Elowena, Yes?" he asked once they had pulled out of the driveway.
"Yes, Sir," I replied, looking at my lap. I was surprised he knew my name. He was rarely around and even his brpthers who grew up around me didn't know my name.
"In my house, I have no staff, it will be just me and you. I will cook three times a week and you will be expected to prepare meals the rest of the times."
I nodded.
"You will address me as Sir or Master unless I say otherwise. Understood?"
I nodded again.
"Use your words Elowena, unless I specifically ask of you otherwise."
"Sorry, sir, I understand, sir," I replied timidly.
"Good girl," he said in a way that made me shiver. "As for religion, you will be permitted to pray for 15 minutes a day after dinner, and I will bring you too church on Sundays-"
"My apologies, sir, but you do not need to tell me."
I could feel his glare boring into me, making me want to shrink into the seat. "You do not interrupt me when I am speaking. You better have a good reason not to need this information if you don't want to be punished when we arrive."
I swallowed. "I'm sorry, sir, but I do not follow any religion or believe in any god, and I do not want to hinder you with false worship."
I felt his gaze soften.
"Thank you for telling me but do not ever interrupt me in the future, or you will be punished."
"Yes, master," I replied. The thought of being punished sent a chill down my spine. Some Masters simply punished slaves with no food or more chores, but many would hit them. From the way Dmitri said "punished", I could tell he was one of the latter.
As we drove, I couldn't believe that I was sitting in a car beside Dmitri Robinson. The terrifying illegitimate child of my previous master. He first showed up when I was only about 9 years old, dark, terrifying and Russian, demanding to speak to his father about claiming his rightful inheritance when it was due. I never could have imagined that I would be that inheritance. With his pale complexion, dark hair, tall build and thick accent, he made other men look like children.
He still terrified me to that day.
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