Chapter 11
Why, Master, Why?
NAKED, b****y, AND terrified, Henriette burst through the kitchen door in the back of the Beaumont Plantation house. Her only thought: putting as much distance between her and the main house as possible. This wasn’t the first time. Numerous bruises on her back chronicled previous episodes of a***e. Blood dripped from her lip as she ran toward the slaves’ quarters, passing Abraham Julian, who had decided to enjoy a smoke in the cool evening air. Henriette barely noticed the little man as she dashed past his position behind the house.
While s*x with slaves was not at all uncommon in St. Domingue or anywhere else in the world, Abraham found himself shocked as he processed the image of the fleeing house servant. When he met Patrice and his strikingly beautiful p
