“Hello,
My name is Charlotte. I am what you call, a Slaver. It is a class; a status which you stand in. We are different from the other class; the Children. We Slavers don\'t deserve to have names. However, I do, because I was once a Child. We were born to stand below the Children”
Before she read the next couple of scribbled words, she felt a soft hand touch her shoulder. As she put down the letter, she turned around to see that her cousin had a cookie in her hand, offering it to her. She smiled, taking the cookie and thanking her cousin.
Her name was Rose Woods. Only at the age of 18, she was a Trail-Follower. Her job was to follow a ‘trail’ and discover things about it. She does not know why she ended up being a Trail-Follower, nor being aware of why she is doing this. She did not like her job and she did not want to certainly quit.
After finishing the chocolate-chipped cookie, she proceeded to the bathroom to wash her hands. After all the numerous letters she read, she had enough. The letters contained many different types of offers or calls of help regarding some problems. In this case, it was up to Rose to figure out.
As she scrubbed her bare hands with soap, she looked up and looked at the mirror. Her normally neat long black hair was all ruffled up, her blue eyes were gray and dull and her face; which remained unwashed; looked drooped down in exhaustion.
“Wonderful,” She muttered and washed the soap away from her hands and later on, splashed water on her face.
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“…We don’t deserve to have names. We were born to stand below the children. I know I’m asking you too much, but after I heard about your job, that ticked on my interest. Not only you’re helping me, you’re helping my whole population of Slavers.
I’m running out of room on my paper and time. My master is coming home, so I cannot write much further. All I want you to do is come to Yulonalis’s entrance. There is a round ring entrance. Wait there and someone will come. He will introduce himself as Raynold. Don’t be surprised when someone randomly talks to you. Anyhow, explanations will be provided to you afterwards.
I hope you will accept this letter.
Regards, Charlotte.”
As Charlotte signed off her name, she sighed and folded the letter, putting it in a beige envelope and gave it to her brother, Raynold, who stood impatiently by her chair.
“You sure she gonna accept the letter, Charlie?” He said. He called his little sister Charlie, where she didn’t really like, but grew used to it.
“I can’t expect that she’ll accept it, but I still hope,” she said, shaking her head in worry, “I still hope she will come here, though…”
“Don’t expect me to wait 50 days just so she can come!” Raynold interjected.
“Yeah, well you’re not trapped in a house, ordered to do housework all day, by a crazy girl with her mother just ignoring what’s happening.”
“CRAZY?” Raynold shouted, with his eyes wide. “Bethany is beeeeautiful! I would do anything to make her my wife!”
“You shouldn’t call my master by her first name. First, she’s crazy as Hell. Second, she is beautiful…” Charlotte thought, blushing while thinking about her master. “…but she’s still a bitch. Tying me up, hitting me and…”
A silence commenced as Charlotte couldn’t continue. At this, Raynold smiled, one of his eyebrows going up in suspicion.
“And… forcing you to lick her you-know-what?” Raynold asked.
“S-shut up! Why don’t you go and send that letter to her already? Master Victoria and Master Bethany is coming home and I don’t want you to get caught.” Charlotte shouted, blushing as she pushed her brother to the window.
“Alright, alright. Just call me more, yeah? Your brother’s getting a bit lonely without her sister…” He said with his babyish smile.
“Okay, I got it. Just get out of here before I get punished because of YOU.”
Raynold chuckled and crawled out of the window, landing swiftly on the ground and ran off with the letter in his hand, about to be sent to a Trail-Follower called Rose Woods.
Raynold had short, dirty blond hair that matched his hazel eyes quite well and his well proportioned face with his well-built body was what led him to a status of a handsome womanizer.. His sister on the other hand had light blonde hair with blue eyes that looked like two sparking sapphires. She also had a graceful-built of a body and like her brother, she was beautiful. She was never paired up with a man due to her job of a maid, where she was too busy to be even paying attention to men and the situation where she, is sexually used by Bethany, her master.
Charlotte, who quickly went to the kitchen and washed the dishes to pretend that she did some work during her master’s leave of the Venetica house.
Bethany Venetica was her name. The one who continuously tied Charlotte and chained her up on a chair just for her sexual pleasure and her sadistic nature. As Raynold said, she was beautiful. With long, wavy brown hair, she had strange red eyes that could pierce through anyone. At only the age of 16, she had many ‘lovers’ but never seemed to pay attention to them, due to her personality, where she is mostly disinterested in everything, except for her maid. She is the daughter of Victoria and Henry Venetica, one of the ‘Standers’ of Yulonalis. They were two very posh, yet cruel people. With their history of success and wealth, their personality seems very grouchy.
The Standers were a group of people who would contribute money for the government in return for money, food, leisure and many more. They had to have jobs which they would earn lots of money, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to contribute any money. These people were obviously the Children.
Many minutes passed before the great oak door opened with a loud thud, startling Charlotte. She quickly went to the entrance to see her two masters along with a butler standing there, looking quite disappointed. Charlotte preferred not to ask any question to her master, afraid that she would either get a snappy response or worse, punished, so she took both of the master’s drenched coat.
“Get some tea for me, will you, Charlotte? Chop chop!” Mrs. Venetica snapped, which quickly made Charlotte rush to the kitchen, boiling some hot water.
As tea was quickly served for the grouchy lady, she went back to the entrance to dry the drenched coats, before she was called by Bethany up in her room. She sighed, knowing what it was, so she slowly went up the stairs and opened the door, revealing Bethany laying face-first on her bed.
“Charlotte?” Bethany asked.
“Yes, Master Bethany,” Charlotte answered. “What would you like, miss?”
“I’m heartbroken. Johnothan called me a big blob of abomination and I deserved to be thrown to the barracks of Slavers!”
Charlotte sighed when his name was mentioned. Johnothan was Bethany’s boyfriend. Her 16th or so. Bethany would often cry to Charlotte about them, where she always had to comfort her.
“You aren’t a ‘big blob of abomination’, miss. In fact, you are a very beautiful young lady. You deserve more than this, besides…” before Charlotte could continue her sentence, her lips were met by Bethany’s where she didn’t feel anything, but tasted salty tears.
‘She was serious about him,’ Charlotte thought, quite surprised.
As their lips finally went apart, Bethany smiled and blushed.
“Charlotte, I know this is quite strange… but I have deep feelings for you.”
When she heard this, Charlotte’s mind went blank as she couldn’t believe what she had just heard from Bethany’s mouth.
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