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THE TRADE
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2025-04-18 17:12:10I was happy. Not as happy as I've ever been in my life, if we could call those happiness. And I did not need to be told, I knew it could not last but I would enjoy every moments of it while it last. I turned to him and kissed him before I let the slumber take me into the Dreamland.
When I woke up the following morning, it was as early as the dew but that was not what saddened me but Angus was again nowhere to be seen. With difficulty, I walked around the chambers but he has left already, leaving me to deal with the pain and discomfort alone. But I did not ponder about it too much, he might have had an urgent issue to attend to.With the that, I entered into the bathroom and I washed. I did the work of a vigilante to make sure no one saw me till I walked into the slavery chamber. As usual, I tipped to my side and I laid on the sheet. I was awaken by a loud bell moments later and to my dismay, it was the market day. Many of the slaves were agile and expecta
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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
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