When the war started. They fought. They slaughtered. We were nearly wiped out on the earth. Surviving humans were classified into three categories: free humans, Servants, and Slaves. In the war, my parents were accused of committing a felony against the creatures. After their execution, I was captured and sent to the cell as a human slave. I lived in that cell for years before I was transported to a Slave Shop, where I would be picked by a Master. We called them Masters because they had the absolute authority to decide our future. It was during the dry season when I was put in the display box. I was unwanted for my weirdness. And I was despised for being the criminals’ daughter. To some extent, I was lucky. Masters wouldn’t want to lay their hands on me as my presence might bring misfortune. But then the Alpha came. When he placed his stare on me, he said he want me. ___________________________ Daily Updates!
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