You are my slave
Michael
The man continued to examine me in ways which made me very uncomfortable. As we stood there, a boy ran from downstairs and hugged the man. He looked older than I was, maybe about 12 years old
Michael
He came towards us and hugged his father. Then suddenly, his attention was turned towards me
Nicky
Who is this, father?
Mr Black
That's the new boy coming to work for us.
Michael
Did he just say I was coming to work for them? That can't be right
Michael
Erm, sorry sir. Did you say I was coming to work here? Maybe there is a mistake. Mr Winston said I was just coming here to stay with him so that he would send me to school
Mr Black
Hahaha. Is that what he told you? Boy, you are not here for that. You are here because I paid for you. I own you.
Michael
I still don't understand what you mean
Mr Black
(approaching me) Let me spell it out for you. You my boy, are going to be working here as one of my slaves.
Michael
I could not believe what I was hearing. A slave? Me? But I am too young. So, Mr Winston actually sold me? But, why? And my mother? Was she in on this too? Why would she sell me into a life of slavery? Do people still do this in this century?
Michael
There were too many thoughts running in my head till I heard the boy speak again.
Nicky
Dad, are you sure he can work? He seem too fragile and small.
Mr Black
Of course he can work. Don't let his appearance fool you.
Michael
This people were talking about me like I did not exist. I was standing right in front of them and yet they were talking about me like some sort of commodity
Michael
I immediately began to cry, calling on my mother to save me. But the man and his son just laughed at me. Suddenly I felt my legs running out the door. I did not know where I was going. I just wanted to get out of there. My bag had remained there but that did not bother me at all
Michael
Then I heard the man shouting some instructions to someone.
Michael
I did not even turn to see what was going on. All I wanted to do was to get out of there.
Michael
I heard a couple of footsteps following me. I just continued to ran towards the entrance I and Mr Winston took when we first came into the house. By the time I realized, I was being tackled on the ground with someone's weight on me.
Michael
The person grabbed me from the ground and picked me up like a sack. I struggled with the huge man who had me on his shoulders to let me go but it was of no use. He just kept laughing.
Michael
Somehow, I stopped struggling and allowed him to take me back to the house. When we got to the front of the main door, the man and his son were already standing there waiting for us.
Michael
The man shook his head with an angry look on his face that really scared me.
Mr Black
You should not have done that. Now, you will get what's coming to you.
Michael
Oh God. I wish I had not tried to ran away.
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