Feet Slave Novels & Stories

As a slave, we were only allowed a bath when we stank so badly that the traders couldn’t come near us and the water was usually freezing cold. Here I was taking a bath twice a day in warm water that soothed my aching feet. That was something I really needed to get used to. Wearing those silly shoes. As a slave, you walked barefoot most of the time. My little house popped into my thoughts and I smiled as I thought about walking around on the cool forest dirt with my bare feet. “You look happy. What happened? I heard the king and his mother had another row.” Lesley started to wash my feet and, for once, I didn’t fight her.

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

I continued to hold my head high, trying to imagine what someone who held no fear and knew what it was to be an honored slave would be like. "We'll get to all that in a bit if I'm satisfied I need to. For now, you can call me master and we'll start with a little more respect in your tone and manner." The Frentin glared at me and for a moment I wondered if he was about to hit me. I didn't move or lower my gaze, but I caught a glance from the young slave with him, her eyes wide. It was clear that slaves didn't normally stand up to men like him here.

"Even a young adult like me already knows how volatile a slave's freedom is. A slave is truly free when they're bound to one master or dead." "There is no true freedom for slaves," Naomi sighed as she walked over to a seat. "If you truly wanted to free them, then you would have brought them here. You would have given them lives in places where you could actively protect them. They should have been under your surveillance for a few more years before they could really go out on their own."

she asked, panic evident in her voice. “I’m fine,” I said, standing to my feet despite the sting in my foot. Her soft sobs made me pause, turning back toward her. “Come on, Betty. I’m okay,” I said gently. She wiped at her tears, her gaze locking onto mine. “I can still remember the first day I saw you. You’d just been brought in as a slave. You were seven, the same age as me. So small, so fragile, like you might disappear if someone touched you.”

So I stared at the floor, at my bare feet, at his bare feet, at the marble between us. He ranted. He called me names. He said I could not even last a day as a slave. He said I was weak and useless and pathetic. He said how dare I let another man touch me, like I was in control of my body, like I had asked Lucas to pick me up, like I had any say in what happened to me in this house. As if I had not spent thirteen years scrubbing floors in my uncle's house. As if I had not worked from sunrise to sunset every single day of my childhood. As if I was not used to hunger and exhaustion and the kind of pain that never went away.

The act will receive the Royal Assent a month later, by 28 August, and hopefully come into force the following year, on the 1st of August 1834. In practical terms, only slaves below the age of six will be freed in the colonies. Former slaves over the age of six will be redesignated as "apprentices", and their servitude will be abolished in two stages: the first set of apprenticeships come to an end on 1 August 1838, while the final apprenticeships will be scheduled to cease on 1 August 1840. The Act specifically excludes 'the Territories in the Possession of the East India Company, or to the Island of Ceylon, or to the Island of Saint Helena.' The exceptions will be eliminated in 1843.

It’s silly to hope for such things. I choose not to look at the buyers, eager to purchase a fresh new slave. I stare at my feet hoping that I won’t be bought today. I don’t know how much time passes, but suddenly a pair of black boots in my field of vision. A hand slips under my chin forcing me to look at the person.

I have tears in my eyes as I place my hands on his chest and say. “You don’t want me." "Yes, I do..." "But you just said that I could do better, or did you mean that you could do better? I know I’m not much and can never live up to what you would need..." "Stella..." He interrupts me. I frown and push on his chest a little more, remembering what Nora said and what I learned once I looked it up in the history book. I then interrupt him as I say, "Besides, a slave can never take time off. They are at their Master's beck and call 24 hours, day or night. So Master, Alpha, Sir, what can I do for you this morning?”