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THE DREAM
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LOVE BENEATH THE OAK MY PAPA FOUGHT
"Mama, I squealed, excited to see a familiar face around. "Mama, see!". Before I could shout again, my mama hit my hand and covered my mouth. And that's when I saw him -my papa, in the ruthless hold of Master Hammond.Master Hammond stood tall amidst the crowd , his arm clasped around my papa's shoulder. He whispered into his ear before climbing the stairs into the nearest hall. I kept my eyes on my papa as he stood waiting for Master at the lawn, until a tall man that looked like Papa came forward. "Young man, you cannot stay here. Leave.", he sneered at Papa who in turn cocked his head, his arms akimbo. "And who are you to order me to leave?","I am Madame Sumaya's slave. Leave."Papa stared the man down and then he said. "I am Master Hammond's slave. I refuse."It happened so fast. The man gripped papa by his shoulders and head_butted Papa, making him to crash into to the mucky ground, blood gushing from his nose. Mama gasped with fear but papa only grinned at the brown skin
LOVE BENEATH THE OAK HER DISTANT MEMORIES
My mama is going somewhere today. Not just a casual ride through the plantation with Master Hammond, but into town. She packs her clothes into a satchel and takes a few coins she had hidden on the shelves. I trail behind her, keeping track of her every movement. I want to follow Mama today.Mama's skin is a toner shade of my own, olive, and her hair is the same brownish shade as mine. She's wearing a long skirt and a long-sleeved top, her usual attire. Everyone knows why she always wears long skirts, even in the scorching heat. I know why. It's because my papa hits her every night, leaving scars and welts on her skin from her bum to her ankle. I saw them once when she changed her dress, thinking I was asleep. The scars are bold and wicked, just like my papa.Mama turns to leave the room, and I rush after her, gripping her skirt tightly. "Let me follow you, Mama," I plead. She stares at me, shaking her head. My heart drops. Although Mama can talk, she usually communicates with gestures
LOVE BENEATH THE OAK THE DREAM
At what point I slept off, I did not know. My eyes opened and the chamber was already bustling. Girls move about, chatting and doing different tasks. Karen was plaiting a woman's hair alongside some other girls, Jane was sewing her torn wrapper, a few others were loosing and plaiting their hair. Lady Esme sat at her usual spot, in between her legs were wood fibers, intertwining them in her wrinkled fingers. I stared at her for a long time and I came to realise she was making a shoe for her very large feets. She suddenly looked back at me and quickly looked away. The boldness to look at Esme was one thing, to hold her chilling gaze was something else. My hands shook and I swallowed thickly. I could still feel he gaze on me. I rolled my eyes. No wonder no master has bought her. No one would dare come closer to the witch of The Oak, not when she still stares at anyone like that. She finally looked away and I sighed with relief. I took another glance at the chamber. It was an unusual sce
LOVE BENEATH THE OAK HOW DO YOU DO, MASTER?
It took two days before I set my eyes on Angus again. I was sleeping in the chamber when I heard a low whistle behind me. I knew it was Sullivan. Immediately, I rose to my feet and crept out of the room.Walking into Angus' room, I paused on my feet, looking around the dark room until I sighted him standing by the wall. Breathing in, I walked closer to him until I was standing before him, our gazes locked together. I looked into his blue eyes and I wondered how I meant nothing to him. How could I have been no one?My eyes watered and I cast down my gaze. He raised his hand and his thumb wiped the lone tear that fell to my cheek, his fingers grazing my jaw. "How do you do, my dear?", he asked and I placed my hand on his chest, my gaze fixed on his chest. "How do I do? How have I been? I am the wind that flew by, the sunrise and the sunset. I am the morning dew. I am the dust beneath your feet, I am the beat of your heart ", I looked at him, a bitter smile on my face."I'm always wi
LOVE BENEATH THE OAK THE DREAD
I pushed open the door to the slave chamber, my heart still racing from the events that had just transpired. The girls were crowded around a group of girls boxing, their cheers and shouts filling the air. But I couldn't care less about the spectacle. I made my way to my space, my mind reeling with thoughts of Angus and Mikael.As I sat down, I couldn't shake off the feeling of disgust and fear that had settled in my stomach. Mikael's suggestion that Angus had shared women with him before had left me feeling sick. The thought of being intimate with him was unbearable. I knew I had no control over my fate, and the possibility of being forced into such a situation was terrifying.I buried my face in my hands, trying to process my emotions. How could Angus even consider such a thing? Did he not care about my feelings or well-being? I thought about the way he had shielded me from Mikael's gaze, the way he had spoken to me with such tenderness. But now, I wondered if it was all just a facad
LOVE BENEATH THE OAK ALL ABOUT TO OVER
I crouched to one side, hugging my knees to my chest as I watched the others who had gone to lay down in groups, worn out from the stress of the last day. However, It wasn't really the work from the last day that wore us down, but the anticipation of the day to come. Dramatic days like today were common in the slaves' chamber – girls fighting for food, women fighting over a man, bullies and the like – but none had ever centered on me. I used to be a shadow in the room, quiet and unnoticed. Looking at the faces of these people stealing glances at me, I knew there was something off. The slaves knew something I didn't. Another thing I was sure of was that it was only a matter of time before they found out where I'd been spending my nights.I lay in bed, the soft sheet wrapped around my naked body as I watched Angus. He sat with his back to me, his head bent on a desk as he scribbles on a scroll, his brow tightened with concentration. Every once in a while, he would raise his head to dip
LOVE BENEATH THE OAK OLD LADY ESME
As I changed out of the luxurious silk and into my simple dress, Angus's gaze lingered on me, his expression solemn. I knew what he was thinking about. What he has come to realise. I could sense the weight of his thoughts, the unspoken words that hung between us. I knew that he was thinking about the vast differences between our worlds, the societal boundaries that separated us. To imagine it is vastly different from seeing it. As I fastened the last button on my dress, I caught his eye, and for a moment, we just looked at each other. I could see the longing in his gaze, the desire to bridge the gap between us. But I also knew that there were forces beyond our control that would not allow it to be easy. I stared at his elegant attire to my very worn out cotton and I gulped in. I'm sure he could see it too, and I wonder if the nature of our relationship would have been any different had I have been of a different status. With a quiet sigh, I tu
LOVE BENEATH THE OAK THE UNCERTAINTY
We made love a few times during the night, but it did nothing to ease the hurt in my heart, nothing to erase my memory of Lyla. The way she stared at him with such intimacy made my blood boil. It made me see red. But all the same, I felt helpless. I'm drowning in this river of emotions where only Angus could save me.My mind ran on many thoughts. I wondered if Lyla had recognised me earlier. Could she tell it was me? I could not tell. Not when she was so focused on Angus, with her body drawing to him like magnet. The scene repeated in my head and I gritted my teeth, seething with anger.I think he felt me tremble against him and he placed his calming hand on my shoulder. "You are not sleeping, is anything bothering you?".I hesitated before I spoke. "Can I ask you a question? And I want a sincere answer."He went silent behind me at once. It was as if he anticipated for the question. "Could you not ask?", his voice was gentle, tryi
LOVE BENEATH THE OAK FUEL OF PASSION 💞
Angus held me close to himself, , trying to pacify me. His warmth and scent enveloped me, calming my frazzled nerves. But as our bodies touched, the air seemed to charge with a different kind of energy. I felt my resistance melt away and my body relaxing into his embrace. Angus's chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his heart beating in rhythm with mine. He cradled my head against his chest, his fingers gently stroking my hair. My eyes shut close as the gentle touch sent shivers down my spine. I opened my eyes as he tilted my face up to his. Our eyes met, the connection sparking like electricity. The atmosphere suddenly changed and it became heated with our lust. I went lax in his arms and he crawled my head to his chest before his lips descended upon mine. The kiss, soft and gentle at first, but grew more insistent as it deepened. I could feel myself getting lost in the moment, my senses overwhelmed by the taste and scent of him. The world around us melted away, leaving only
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