CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

It was nearly midnight. After pushing me, dragging me and forcing me to walk, he gave up and put me over his shoulder. Unashamedly touching me in places he shouldn't. It was dark, crickets were creaking, everyone seemed to be asleep. Who would stay up late after a hard days work at a plantation? When all you could think of was getting a little bit of rest but a whip followed right behind you... when your knees felt weak and threatened to fall without warning. The blisters on your hands that hurt so much water became your worst enemy. Lucky? I was very lucky because all I had to deal with was this monster and nothing else right? The walk from the plantation to the house was a ten minutes or less walk. It was quite the big plantation. My tears would not stop streaming, the thought that he had nearly killed me and as of now he wanted me to be in his bed. I shrieked and tried to wiggle out of his arms but he had a good grip on me. This went on until I felt dizzy and nauseous. I begged him