I have another great soap idea!
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Thread Topic: I have another great soap idea!
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(14)
I sat in my room upstairs. Golden trim was hung around it. I looked around wondering why we needed slaves. -
(Yep, you couldn't, I'm 12 and I'm gonna be 13 in October :])
"One potatoe won't hurt...." I said quietly to myself, I picked up a small piece of roast potaoe draped in butter, showered in herbs...my stomach growled again. No one will know... -
(Lol)
I heard my father crack the whip. I looked up from my bed. I knew he had hit one of the slaves now. -
(how old are you? :])
I bent down on my knees as I felt a sharp pain in my back, I screamed in pain. I turned my head and standing there was the master, fury in his eyes. He whipped again, a loud noise errupted as it stung my skin. I screamed out again -
(Almost 15)
I heard the crack of the whip and the scream of the slave. My back hurt just thinking of how much pain they might be in right now. I sighed and began to walk downstairs. There was my father, whip in hand with the new slave in front of him. -
(Cool :])
"OWW!" I screamed again as the whip lashed at my back, tears stung in my eyes. My back was burning, blood must be staining the back of my shirt. I was panting hard, trying to stay strong. Sometimes if you get whipped too much you can die...I could almost feel myself slipping away -
(Yep)
"Father,I will deal with her, " I said gently. My father nodded and went outside. As soon as he was gone, I put the whip to the floor. I ran to the medicines and got out a cream. I lifted the back of her shirt up and gently rubbed the cream on the mark. -
I felt the pain go away slowly, something was soothing the wounds. I turned my head and saw behind me was the masters child, putting some kind of cream on my marks. I looked at him curiously, "W-why a-are you helping m-me?" I said softly, my eyes blinking ready to close..and never open
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"I'm not a killer, " I said putting away the cream and made her drink something that took away all pains.
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I drank the substance obbediantly, I could feel the pains go away. I stared at him with a mixture of curiosity, confusion and wonder. "W-who are y-you?"
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"Bronson," I heard the front door open. "Pretend your in pain!" I whispered and picked up the whip.
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I buried my face in my hands and hid my face by laying it on my knees, wrapping my arms around my legs. "OWW! P-PLEASE S-STOP!" I said in a voice that sounded fearful'
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My father walking in and smirked. "Wonderful job son," He patted me on the back and glared at the slave. "Set the table then go to your barn, " he snapped. We sat down at the table and my father looked around. His eyes set on the counter. "Why is there a pack of cream on the counter?" he asked looking at me. "Um..when I was whipping the slave I hit myself on the arm, " I said with a look to where he could believe what I just said. He nodded and smirked.
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(I gtg bye)
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I quickly walked into the dinning room, settting the table. Not making a sound not saying a word. I quickly left the room when I was done, and walked outside into the cold night. I walked into the barn closing the door behind me...still cold
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