What was being a slave like? To whom? Have you learned anything from the process of freeing yourself?
The questions were ones that she had been asked before, but it was rare. Most were unaware that she had been enslaved. After a moment of puckering her lips in thought, she pulled out a ratty looking journal, then flipped through various pages. A few moments passed before she held the book up, revealing a passage that she had written when she was enslaved.
I was sold for the third time in a month today. It seems like most people don’t enjoy my lack of speaking. It infuriates them that I can’t verbally worship them like they desire. I have been whipped, threatened to have my tongue removed, and shoved into a small, metal cage... As if those things would make me want to speak to them.
Humans are strange creatures.
Once she was finished reading, she shifted the journal back into her own view, flipping through some more pages.
I am free.
“How,” you may ask? I wish it was a simple answer. I wish it didn’t involve the man who was supposed to free me. I have done many things in this life to survive, but I never thought it would involve murder.
I wish it didn’t, but one of the things I’ve learned in this life is you must do the unthinkable to keep yourself alive. I’m not thankful for the demons that birthed me just to sell me to something equally as evil... But I am thankful to learn the harshest lessons one could learn.
Humans are selfish. They will do whatever it takes to get to the top, even if that includes treating living beings as objects or ripping others to shreds.
To live, you must destroy.
{ @thalia-raindancer thank you for the questions! Sorry for the long-ish response~! <3 }
