It's a Slaves' World - Chapter 5

Aiden’s POV

What could she possibly mean? Always known it indeed. She must have met her, she must have known her. Damn-it! I barely refrained myself from hitting the wall, remembering my last brilliant foray into hitting things. I traced the scar on the back of my hand from my ill-tempered swing at a window. That was years ago now, when I finally accepted that my beloved was not coming back. Years of searching and the closest I get is a slave that knows our song. She must know something. How else would she know our song if she didn’t know her?

I leaned my head against the window frame. Banging it lightly in an attempt to relieve frustration. I scared the wits out of that poor slave girl. That’s the one that Valencia is always trying to get rid of, like she needs me sneaking up on her and yelling at her as well. As it is if Valencia remembers, she will do her damndest to be cruel to that slave. Seems to be the only thing that cools her temper as of late. Damn Valencia, her temper is out of control ever since that daughter of hers showed up here. A quiet girl, not bad to look at but not much to talk to either. Valencia has her sights set on me, brought her whole damn household here with her too. I am not opposed to company, the house is big enough to accommodate, but this is ridiculous. She brought a dozen of her friends and family here for the summer, her precious daughter included. I had to bring in extra slaves just to keep my house running. I thumped my fist against the window frame. I am losing my entire summer to hiding from Valencia and her daughter. Goddamn woman! She always manages to bring out my worst tempers.

I need to get that slave girl alone again. Next time I will find out what she knows. She is gonna be terrified of me after my last poorly thought out interrogation. I think that she will be harder to corner now, and I can’t scare her this time otherwise I will never get any information from her.

Valencia’s POV

That damn brat! How dare she show up here! Pacing up and down my room, I could just scream! I go through all that effort to get rid of her, I go through all that effort to get my Nyla here this summer for him to court, but of course that damn man brings her back. He must suspect it otherwise why does he keep finding ways to interfere with me. My darling Nyla, what will become of her if Aiden discovers who that brat is? My daughter is meant to be governess to this property not that conceited child. Arrogant as a child and now even as a slave she manages to look down her nose at me, taunting me with her very existence.

Glancing around for an outlet for my frustration, my eyes fell upon a vase. Not just any vase though. That was the darling brats’ prized possession, given to her just before her mother died. A sadistic grin slowly crept across my lips. I may not have gotten rid of her, but I can finish off everything that was ever of value to the girl. Gingerly picking up the porcelain vase, I held it up to admire its finish. A gorgeous bouquet of roses and lilies seemed to leap from the hard enameled surface. Truly a work of art. Trimmed in gold and set on a pristine white, the flowers on the vase made the genuine artifacts look ragged and limp. Such a waste. Locating a bare spot on the wall where I would not damage any of my own possessions, I hurled the delicate work at the stone wall. The delightful explosion of porcelain and the pattering of the fragments settling across the marble floor were music to my ears. She is a slave now, what does she need possessions for?

I wiped some spilled water off my hands and onto the draperies. Pulling in a deep breath, I relaxed. Revenge sooths the soul. Now to locate that brat. She has disappeared since yesterday. Hiding from me no doubt, and rightfully so. Wait until I get that girl alone, away from Aiden and his damned protective streak. Gently smoothing my hair back into place, I strolled out of my chambers in search of the object of my frustration.

Slaves POV

Has this world turned upside down on me? Sure I’m a slave but since when does that mean I get this much attention? Aiden molests me in Valencia’s room over a song, dumps me on the floor in the kitchen over the same song and now Valencia felt left out so she had me locked in her closet for ‘safe keeping’ as she so delicately put it. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that this magically has something to do with that song too. Had I known singing that song would have caused all this then I would have simply kept it in my head. I can take a beating, experience as I am in enduring pain, but this is unbearable. My nerves are being shredded in this damn house.

I rubbed my bruised knuckles against my thigh. Learning lesson for all those that apparently don’t catch on very fast (aka me) bare knuckles versus wood, wood will always win. Sitting in the back of the closet on a pile of clothes I rested my chin in my hand and stared at the glowing outline of the door that separated me from safety. Where is boy wonder when I need him? Every other time Valencia has flipped her lid he has been there to rescue me. So why isn’t he here now?

Ha! Who am I kidding? Not even myself! Aiden is trying to avoid having to spend his perfectly good money on more slaves then he needs too. I am completely replaceable to everyone in this house. Just a dollar value in a ledger sheet. Overhead costs in running this place. I banged the back of my head against the wall behind me in aggravation. One day I will be important enough that no one will dare lay a hand on me, or lock me in a closet. I closed my eyes against the dark. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Relaxing I tried to conjure up peaceful images. Humming my song to myself, I tried to remember my long forgotten childhood. Slowly an image started to form in my mind. My imaginary childhood! I grasped the images before they could slip away. Pictures of me running through gardens full of fragrant roses and iris’s, playing in a fountain, and even my first kiss. I smiled at the picture of the adorable boy in my mind. We couldn’t have been more then 7 or 8 years old, but we looked at each other with love beyond ourselves. He would hold my hand as much as he could get away with, always opened doors for me and offered me first pick in everything we did. A little gentleman. This dark haired boy with the most pure brown eyes, and a kindness for all living creatures. I could almost remember his words when his parents asked him what he was doing one day when he was holding my hand, "This is my fiancé. She agreed to marry me." The stunned look on both our parents faces finally shattered into brilliant smiles and congratulations. My true love.

A sharp sting across my cheek brought me out of me dream. Looking around opened mouthed, my eyes desperately trying to see past the blinding light. "Sleeping are we? Well you always know what to do to improve my mood." Valencia’s Sharp edged words tore away what little of my dreams had lingered. Why in heavens name does this have to be the real world? I liked my dreams so much better. Without warning two of the resident guards scooped me out of the closet, lifting me clear off the ground. As I hood dangling between the two monstrous brutes Valencia quietly circled me. "What made him recognize you? Hmm?" She finished her circle around me, stepping closer then absolutely necessary to yell at me. "How does he know who you are?" This lady has spent too much time in the sun as of late. Who the hell is he? And who the hell am I?

I could barely drag my toes across the cold floor, but I did my best to relieve the pressure on my arms. I am not a monkey, thus I am not meant to hang by my arms for long periods of time. I squirmed against the crushing grip on my arms. At least let my stand here to get yelled at you old witch!

"Well no matter." A lazy wave of her wrist and she brightened into a terrifying smile. "We will just have to make sure that you disappear again. This time we will send you farther away, showing up 15 years later just when my daughter is about to replace you on young Aiden’s foolish arm is not what I paid for." She has flipped her lid! Me on Aiden’s arm? Only in my dreams! I could hardly imagine a more perfect delusion. Delusion being the key word here and it applies to Valencia unreservedly. I watched enthralled by the demon before me, Valencia stood in front of her mirror, primping and pinning back stray hair. She seemed to have forgotten that I was still hanging in the center of her room.

After a torturous amount of time, just when I was debating passing out from the pain in my shoulders, back and arms, Valencia (with her impeccable timing) turned back to me with a cold icy look in her eyes. "Treyton." A sneer curled her lips in a most unflattering way. "Treyton is always looking for fresh … entertainment." An inhuman snort shattered my nerve, I lost my precarious balance on my toes, jerking roughly on my abused arms. "Don’t fight girl. You haven’t even met Treyton yet. Once you meet him then you will have a reason to be scared."

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Ok so as a question posed to you the reader, I need a name. The slave in this story (aka the main character) will need a name, and seeing as we are getting into the background of her I think its about time to get her a name. I would love for each and everyone of you to suggest a name. ( I like odd names if you haven't noticed from my stories) You know the character so you should have some suggestions or ideas. Thanks!
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