Chapter Five

I woke up on a plush bed that had too many pillows on it. It was the strange shade of yellows that seemed to be everywhere in the mansion. I sat up, looking for Tavvy. It was strange he did not come into the room once I woke up and it was strange that he wasn’t there in general. It, though I was certain there was a party going on outside the room, was strangely silent and frightening. I wanted to feel protected, feel like I felt when Tavvy was near me. I had to relax; I wouldn’t want another spell so soon after waking up from one.

There was a knock on the door and then someone walked it. It wasn’t Tavvy, though it seemed like someone who would at least be a little kind. It was the man who owned the mansion. He smiled at me.

Despite the smile, his eyes scanned over me intensely, “Tavvy wanted me to come in here and check on you.”

I grimaced, “Why didn’t he come here himself?” I sat with my legs off the bed, looking at him like he was looking at me.

The man shrugged, “It’s probably because of Keatai. She was his owner. I’m sure he told you that he was once in the same position as you.” The man sighed and his face lightened, “It’s hard to believe the things parents do to their children.”

I shook my head, “I don’t understand where you trainers can act like you have such compassion. You buy and sell people like they are items, I don’t understand it.” I wanted an answer, I wanted to know why these trainers could justify buying and selling human beings.

He shrugged, “We’re not going to be able to understand it. My family has been doing it for generations. We’ve had this house for generations. I was born into it, born to know that these people are lower than me. I guess I can’ help it.” He looked up at the ceiling, “Me and Tavvy are some of the few traders not like Keatai.”

“So you don’t hit your slaves?” I asked. I was starting to feel imposing, it was as if all of the questions I asked were the same and that I would only get the same answers for everything.

“No,” he told me sharply, “It doesn’t work that way. Most of these kids are bred. As bad as it is to say it, it’s true. They know what is going to happen to them and they know what they are going to have to do.” He sighed and looked away from me for a second, “It doesn’t have to make any sense.”

I sighed and stood up, “Could you please bring me back to Tavvy, he told me to not leave his side.”

The man nodded, “Of course. My name is Morgan, what is yours?”

I laughed to myself a little bit. Morgan, to me, was always a girls’ name. It was strange, “I’m Taluta. Please, bring me to Tavvy now.” I kept my voice low and soft.

Morgan nodded again, “Alright, Taluta, I’ll bring you back to him.”


This is short, too short.
But I figure, a filler is better than nothing.
Even if there isn't even any character development.

Chapter Four

The ride with Tavvy had been silent and eerie though not unlike other times I have been around him. My brain was panicking though I didn’t show it on my face. Several days before he had told me he would show me sick at this party. I was scared.

He had an old car, a GTO but I didn’t know the year. Not that I really knew about cars anyway. He didn’t talk and it was almost like he wouldn’t talk. I wondered if he was scared too.

We stopped at a red light and he asked the question that was on my mind, “Are you scared?”

I started to tremble a little and a tear fell out of my eye. “I’m a little scared,” I said softly, “but I’ll be able to handle this.”

The car roared and speeded past the light once it turned green, “People shouldn’t bother you because you aren’t technically slave material. At least, not in their eyes. Stay near me so that if anything happens I’ll be able to help. But, like I said, they shouldn’t bother you.”

My heart started to beat harder but nothing else happened. I opened my mouth and inhaled a shaky breath, “Okay. I’ll stay near you.” I looked at him letting the fear show on my face, “Please don’t let them do anything to me.”

He nodded and we didn’t talk after that. I may have fallen asleep once or twice but the small dozes didn’t last more than a minute or two. The ride was taking longer than I had previously expected.

Tavvy shook me and I had realized we were stopped. I must’ve fallen asleep again, though I didn’t dream. Not that I usually did anyways.

We were parked in front of a mansion, surrounded my several other cars. The house itself was big, huge even. Definitely bigger than Tavvy’s, I could tell.

I stepped out of the car slowly, remembering that I was wearing high heels and that I didn’t want to break my neck. That was hard. I stumbled a few times on the brick driveway by getting my heels stuck in the crevices.

Tavvy grabbed my arm and wrapped it around his, looking at me he said, “Remember to stay close. Okay?” I could only nod; panic was flushing over me again.

Tavvy knocked on the door and a boy with the slave traits came only minutes later. He looked at me with shock, as if he wondered what I was doing there. As if he was wondering why I looked like I was owned but didn’t have his traits. I ignored him; I wasn’t sure what else I could do. Tavvy was ignoring him too.

The home was very beautiful but I didn’t like the colour-scheme. I remembered what Tavvy had told me, about the slave owners having different colours or symbols. It seemed like this owner had yellow and it was disgusting.

Next we walked into a room full of adults. I could tell these were the owners because they didn’t have the traits the slaves did.

Tavvy was greeted kindly by a tall man. I assumed he was the owner of the mansion because he wore a yellow scarf, almost the same shade at the terrible walls.

I clung to Tavvy a little, not wanting to be let go and at an owners’ mercy. I was frightened, but they didn’t seem that bad. No one was shouting or forcing their slaves to do anything. Everything seemed kind of good.


The night was alright until a woman brought me to the attention of the other slave owners. She grasped my chin and held it in her hand, analyzing me. I closed my eyes and waited.

“Tavvy,” her voice was soothing, in a strange accent though I couldn’t pick where, “what is this? She’s not right for a slave, everything about her is wrong. What is this you have brought here?” The woman gently dropped my chin and looked back up at Tavvy, “And look at this, she’s clinging to you like a frightened mouse.”

I was starting to get a little upset. Not only did she insult me she insulted Tavvy, who had only been nice to me and was protecting me.

The woman continued speaking, “You’re protecting her because she’s like you were? She’s a lie. An expensive lie. How much did she cost? More or less than you did?”

No, that was the last straw. She was relentlessly continuing. I expected something bad to happen to a slave, but not to another trader. I wasn’t able to keep my mouth shut, “How dare you bring up something painful like that! You are so cruel! I’d-“ she slapped me across the face before I could continue. If it weren’t for Tavvy holding onto my arm, I would have fallen to the ground.

I looked up at the woman whose face was bright red, I tried to mutter a “sorry” but I only got slapped again, harder. That time I was sent to the floor.

She looked at me with disgust, “You may not look like a slave but you were bought like one. You are property, nothing more. If you were mine, you’d be hurt but a lot worse.”

I stood up and hung my head. I was a little dizzy feeling. I looked at Tavvy’s face, he seemed to be somewhere else, or he was just waiting for everything to be over.

The woman seemed to be done with me and returned to Tavvy, “You really need to train her. I don’t care if she reminds you of yourself, if you are going to be bringing her somewhere like this she needs to be obedient.” She seemed to be done talking, but was talking to him like he was a small child. I really didn’t like hearing her talk like that to him. I felt like I should protect him since he was protecting me. It was painful to see her speaking like that to him. I wanted it to stop.

I was being stressed and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to bend much further. I looked at Tavvy but didn’t see anything in his face. I wanted to speak and let him know that I felt like I was going to faint but I didn’t want to get hit. The room flipped and I stumbled, clinging to Tavvy. He looked at me like he was angry at me.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t speak. Everything was calm and yet I was still having a spell. I was nauseous and the voices started to slowly get quieter and quieter until I couldn’t hear them anymore. My vision went black, and I was out.

Chapter Three

I blinked at my reflection in the mirror. The dress I was wearing showed more than I would have liked. It wasn’t like I was ‘hanging out’ everywhere but it showed more than I usually did. If the neckline were higher the dress may have been nice.

It was red with a little bit of black trim here and there at the ends. There were no sleeves, leaving my tanned arms exposed. Being the kind of girl that was always outside when I was younger, I had a few scars on my arms and even on my legs. I knew the dress would have flattered someone else’s body more than it flattered mine.

I slipped in the black stiletto shoes and tried to walk around. I was positive I would break my neck by the end of the night.

Tavvy knocked on the door but entered without waiting for my permission. I guess I really didn’t have a right to tell him what to do anyways. He sat in a chair across the room from me. He was completely silent.

I sat down on the bed in the room. My hands moved immediately to the bottom of the dress to keep it down as far as possible. I was sure Tavvy could tell I was nervous.
Then, he stood up and walked towards me. My hands started to shake a little. He sat next to me on the bed, “I need to tell you some rules.”

“Hurry up then. I want to get all of this over with soon.” I looked at his face. His eyes were closed and his brow was furrowed.

He sighed and opened his eyes, “Alright, rule one, you cannot and will not speak to me like that. Ever. You are my property, and you will be for a long time now. You must respect me and be polite.” He closed his eyes again for longer this time. When he opened them he still waited another few seconds before he spoke. “Rule two, do not talk to anybody. Even if they talk to you. If they ask you a question, look at me. If I nod, you can answer. If I do nothing you must remain quiet.”

I looked at him with distaste, I wasn’t going to let him control how I talk. That wasn’t me, at all. “I refuse to hold my tongue for someone I don’t know.”

Tavvy looked at my with annoyance, “I will act like them. You step out of line and I will hit you. I won’t want to, but I will. It’s why I don’t go to these parties or I don’t bring one of my children,” Without waiting for me to respond he continued, “and, you will call me Master. You cannot call me by anything else or you will be hurt. Do not refer to any of the other people as Master or Mistress for I do not allow it. And, again, do not talk to them.”

He stood up off the bed and looked down at me, “I really don’t want to hurt you, Taluta, but I will if I have to,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace, handing it to me as he said, “and before I forget, take this. It’s nice looking but that isn’t its purpose. It’s like a collar, though I hate to say it. Every different trader has a different color or design. That’s why the rooms of my home are coloured as they are and you are dressed in the colours you are. It shows that you are mine.”

He leaned down next to my ear and whispered in it, “You also look beautiful.” Quickly, as if he hadn’t said anything, he walked away and out of the room. Leaving me to sit there astonished with a marvelous choker necklace in my hands.

Chapter Two

I woke up slowly but this time when I woke up I was on a bed, not the floor. My stomach made one quick leap into my throat but I kept any food I had eaten before then down. He must have had cameras in the room somehow because Tavvy walked into the room as I sat up in the bed.

He walked over to me and sat at the end of the bed, “I’ve seen a lot of kids freak out when I told them what their parents’ did but I’ve never seen someone faint. What the hell happened with you?” His tone scared me, like he cared about what was wrong. He was acting like a concerned parent. I began to wonder if he had any kids.

I looked away from him for a moment. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to tell him what had happened to me first or after I told him about my parents. Instead of doing either I didn’t talk, I just looked at the floor.

The man’s hand grabbed my shoulder so I looked up at him, “Tell me what happened now. I have the power to make this hell for you.” I looked away again, waiting for the seriousness to go away. For him to melt away.

To room shifted like it had before and I got nauseous. I let myself fall onto my pillow while I relaxed. I looked up at Tavvy and saw something I hadn’t noticed before. He had a scar on his mouth. It was small but still pretty noticeable. I stayed on the pillow and asked, “Tell me how you got that scar first.”

His hand went to the corner of his mouth, “Haha, I was young and got into a fight over a slave. I ended up winning. Andrella is her name,” he looked up at the ceiling while he talked, as if it helped him remember. “I actually don’t know how I got it or what was used,” he continued, “I just remember all the blood that went into my mouth.” He laughed again, he seemed to laugh a lot. Then, suddenly his face got serious, “Now hold up your end of the bargain. Tell me what happened.”

I sighed and sat up in the bed. It felt like I was talking to my father and somehow I was fine with that. Tavvy had a strange charisma that made him easy to talk to. I opened my mouth but then closed it, trying to put together the words in the right order. Finally, I got the words to sound how I wanted them to, “When I was ten I was diagnosed with narcolepsy. They figured out I had it because whenever I was really stressed out or freaked out I’d just fall asleep. My parents, though they were loving, didn’t like it. At all. They started to ignore me more often. I assumed it was because they didn’t want to do anything to trigger a spell,” Without realizing it I had closed my eyes and was picturing my parents’ faces. I opened my eyes to see Tavvy looking at me curiously, “I continued to believe that until I was about 14 then I realized they didn’t care either way.

“I was at school when I girl whom, to put simply, I wasn’t friends with, walked up with me and starting to make fun of me. I could feel the adrenaline start to pump through my veins but before I could even throw a punch I collapsed because the room flipped. Okay, when I’m about to have a spell a few things happen to me. First, the room flips then I hit the floor. Next, my vision usually goes between blurred and clear and I get nauseous. Lastly, I lose my hearing and I fall asleep. Anyways, after I fell the girl and a few others started to make fun of me more. By the time a teacher showed up I had reached the ‘can’t hear’ stage. My parents came to get me before I fell asleep and I was able to calm down completely before I did.

“When we got home I tried to explain to my parents what happened but they ignored me and went straight back to working on things around the house and with their jobs. But, the biggest reason I fell asleep when you told me what they sold me for was because I freaked out at the amount of money. My parents are rich and have been for as long as they remember. You said they must have really needed the money, and I knew that was wrong right away.” When my story was over Tavvy just sat there looking at me. He didn’t say anything. My heart started beating and the room flipped. I laid back into the pillow and closed my eyes, hoping for the nausea to go away.

“Sorry for talking so much,” I muttered feebly, looking away from him. There really was nothing else I could say.

Without warning his arms wrapped around me loosely as if he expected me to fall into another spell. Then, he said the words I never expected to hear, “I know how you feel. Exactly how you feel.”

I squirmed away from him, not letting the touch relax me though I wanted it to. I moved as far away from him as possible, “How the hell can you know how I feel? You seem like you’ve got a pretty nice life here, you get to sit all cozy on your ass while people serve you. While you make them serve you,” I spat out the words, “You’re no worse than sick man kicking a puppy. You. Are. Sick.”

I watched the anger grow in his face in and his eyes. I could see it burning, it was like he wanted to hit me or beat me.

Instead he stood up and walked to the other wall. He didn’t look at me “I don’t understand how you can judge someone without knowing them,” He sounded somehow calm, I wasn’t sure if I understood what he meant. He turned to face me quickly, rage twisted strangely on his face, “And you’re the one complaining about me owning slaves!” he took slow steps towards me, fear started to bubble through my veins, “In all honesty, you are just like me and all the other traders. You see something you like or don’t and, without even completely knowing what you are looking at, you judge it.” He was standing right above me, “I know how you feel because I was traded under false pretenses. I say your parents must’ve really needed the money because mine did,” Tavvy leaned in close to me, “Don’t tell me that I’m sick. I haven’t hit a single one of those kids. I haven’t raped a single-fucking-one of those kids. If you want to see sick I’ll take you to a party. You’ll see sick.” Then, he simply turned around and walked out of the room.

Chapter One

I opened my eyes and looked around the small room I was in. I had fallen asleep in my room but I wasn’t in my room as I woke up.

The first thing I noticed was that there were people around me, of course, they didn’t even notice me. The next thing I noticed was how nice the room itself looked. The walls had been painted a light beige while there was a dark red trim around the ceiling. Chairs were scattered around the room at random that were upholstered with what looked like dark red silk. The floor, I noticed, was mahogany coloured hard-wood. Everything went together very well.

After I had evaluated the room I stood up. Everyone stopped talking and looked at me curiously as if they thought I was dead. A pale girl with light brown hair walked to me first. Then, I noticed that they all were pale with light brown hair. Only their faces looked subtly different.

The girl looked me in the face, though she was slightly taller than me, and asked, “Who are you?”
The question caught me off guard, “I-I’m Taluta,” which reminded me why I noticed the looks of the other people in the room. I wasn’t like them at all, I am tan with dark, dark brown hair. “Why am I here?” I asked softly.

The girl shrugged, “Master brought you in here, he must have wanted you for something. But, you’re different from us. I wonder why he got you,” she said, the last part seemed to herself.
I looked at her curiously, “Who are you?” I, then, asked softly.

“I’m Andrella,” she replied gently then she checked her wrist watch, “Master should be here soon.”

“Who’s ‘Master’?” I asked curiously. I wanted to know who he was and why he had abducted me.

She looked at me confused, “He takes care of us. His name is Tavvy but he prefers we call him master.”

I shook my head but didn’t ask any more questions. Instead, I walked to the other side of the room and sat in a chair. My guess was right, it was silk.


Andrella was right, Tavvy walked into the room only moments after I sat in the chair. He was tall with only a little bit of hair on his head. Not because he was bald but because it was buzz-cut. He wore a suit-like outfit with a large trench-coat on top. The trench-coat itself had a very high collar.

He walked straight to me, ignoring all the other people in the room. The first words he said were, “You’re awake.”

I looked at him harshly, “Why am I here? What the hell did I do to deserve begin taken away from my family?” I didn’t want any bullshit either but I wasn’t going to say that out loud.
He shook his head, “Not right now, not with all of the kids around. Come with me.”

I stood up and followed him out of the room, Andrella giving me another strange look while some other teen was talking to her. “What do you want with me?” I asked after he shut the door, “Why the hell did you take me from my family?”

He mumbled something to himself then looked me in the eyes, “Your parents sold you to me as a house slave, claiming you were everything those other kids are. Pale with light brown hair. They must have really needed the money because usually only the parents of, say, those kids in the room sell their kids.”

I was confused, parents didn’t sell their kids. At least, not as far as I knew. The next thing I thought of was a Hitler-like situation. The kids getting Sold all has similar traits, except me.
I swallowed hard, trying to hold back tears. My own parents sold me to some man while I was sleeping, I couldn’t believe it. I asked the first question that came into me head, “How cheap was I?”

Tavvy shook his head, “You weren’t cheap. When they told me what you looked like, with all the lies packed in, I could visualize a very beautiful girl. One that could work well, too. I knew the description seemed weird when I heard your name. Native American, right?” He almost looked curious and it actually made me angry.

“Sioux, but you didn’t answer my question. How much did you buy me for?” I was clenching my fists at my sides, my hand starting to hurt as my nails dug in.

He shook his head, “If you must know, you were about 300 thousand dollars.” Again, he shook his head, “I don’t understand why you wanted to know.”

The room shifted and somehow I fell onto the floor. My sight was going from blurred to clear every other minute. I was nauseous.

The tall man kneeled down beside me and gently lifted me up. I had started to cry but couldn’t do anything else about it. He was whispering something to me but my hearing was lost in my head. After that, my world went black.