Chapter 2 – Slave

*Chapter contains violence and abuse that can be triggering*

ZARA

I look at the clock, and it’s 5:30 in the morning, and I need to get up. It’s my job to make breakfast for master Kilian and Mistress Camille. I am not allowed to say their names. Slaves don’t do that, the Mistress says. I look at the calendar, and there are two days until I turn 17. Since I was a child, I was told my parents didn’t want me anymore and that they didn’t love me. So they gave me away.

I get dressed in my old worn-out T-shirt and the skirt they make me wear. The door opens, and my guard Samson comes into my room. He smirks, and his eyes are almost black when he sees I am awake and I take a step back, gulping, knowing when he is like this, I won’t leave this room before he says so.

“Good morning, Slave.” He always calls me a slave. Almost everyone does. He comes close to me, running a finger over my cheek, making me want to throw up, I hate when he touches me, so I cringe.

“Now, now. Be a good Slave.” He te