My Slave

Not Again

I feel so warm and cozy, I feel my body was wrapped around secured arms. This was one of the best feelings I've ever had. I feel safe, it was like homely feeling.

I was lost before but with this, I feel someone finally found me.

It was great, it gives me a lot of positive energy.

But suddenly I also feel sharp pain in my stomach, I feel whoozy and I could feel my mouth was parched. I didn't know but my body was shaking and I couldn't focus myself with my surroundings.

I feel so weak.

"s**t!" I heard Tiffany yelled.

Then a loud thud was heard in her room, she pushed me out of her bed. My heavy body fell on the floor, I winced in pain but I stayed laying, I couldn't move much and I barely opened my eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here??" Tiffany demanded an answer but I couldn't give it to her.

I think she's fine and doesn't have fever anymore but it was passed on me. Geez. It was okay, I want to take all the pain from her.

I was heaving silently, I think I have fever and my stomach was grumbling with its stinging pain. I balled as I massaged my stomach and my face crumpled in distress.

"What's happening to you slave? Get up you lazy ass!" Tiffany commanded.

I tried my best to stand up but I couldn't, it was too much to handle.

"Erika? What's happening??" I heard her worried voice.

Erika? She called me my name. Yay! I love it.

Then I felt her hand on my forehead "s**t! You're burning up with fever! Come lay in bed!" She hurriedly said as she helped me to get up then carefully tucked me in bed.

"Damn it Erika, I should call Jessica for help!" She panicked.

I opened my right eye to peek at her, she was holding her cellphone and she was clicking the screen anxiously.

I closed it again and tried to endure the pain.

"Jessica, answer it... come on..." Tiffany mumbled.

"Oh yes, Jessica! Thank God you answered! I need your help! Erika is sick! What should I do?"

"What? No! I didn't do anything!"

"Believe me, she just got a fever from me!"

"Not like that, I didnt punish her!"

"Come on! Just come here and check her up!"

"What? After lunch? What should I do then?"

"Okay... Okay. Fine. Thanks. Bye."

Then I guess she hang up.

I couldn't think in the right mind, I was light headed but I could feel Tiffany as she wiped my arms and legs with warm damped towel then she just put it on my forehead.

After a short nap, Tiffany helped me to go to the living room. She let me lay there as my head was leaning on the arm of her couch.

She cooked ramen soup for me and fed me.

Tiffany gently blew a spoonful of ramen soup and tasted it if it was still hot then moved it in front of my mouth so I could eat it.

I couldn't help but to smile before putting the spoonful of soup in my mouth.

"What's so funny? You know I'm just doing this because Jessica told me and I don't want my slave to be sick," Tiffany defensively said.

I nodded.

Tiffany continued to feed me while I happily eat. I knew it! She cares for me! She still do.

After all, she's my best friend.

My sanctuary, my safe haven and my home.

With just small things like this, it makes me happy and satisfied. For me, it's enough.

I wish that the situation is always like this. Not that like I'm always sick, that's awful. What I mean is Tiffany will always take care of me like this.

I feel important to her when she do this.

Suddenly, we heard the doorbell buzzed.

Tiffany put the bowl of ramen on the table and went outside to see who it was. Maybe it was Jessica.

Then I heard her arguing "What? You don't have search warrant to come inside my house and slave? Do you really think I can do that?" She asked in disbelief.

"Calm down ma'am. We just want to see Ms. Erika Kim because someone informed us that you Ms. Tiffany Young is treating her like slave. Also, the informant said you're hurting her," I heard the man explained.

I slowly got up and went to the door, I saw Tiffany with two cops. They looked at me.

"Are you Ms. Kim?" The cop asked.

I nodded. Tiffany seemed agitated.

Who the heck called the cops?

"Is it true that Ms. Young is hurting you? That she treats you like her slave? Please tell us the truth. You look very sick anyway," he commented.

They were waiting for my answer because I was a little dumbfounded with what was happening. It was kinda fast.

I chuckled "Slave? Is this a prank? Of course that's not true. Tiffany is my best friend and yes, I have fever now," I answered coolly trying to convince the cops.

"Actually, she's feeding me when you arrived Sir. Sorry to say this but you believe with the prank caller? We're already on the 21st century, the slavery ended on 19th century. That's really a big gap for 2 centuries or 200 years ago," I added being informative.

The cops blushed and they were slightly embarrassed.

"See? I told you and this is trespassing," Tiffany said with an attitude. She nearly came to blows but I'm glad she didn't.

I grabbed Tiffany "Sorry Sir, don't mind her. She's on her period," I forced a smile. "Anyway, thank you for coming here to check us. We appreciate it, you're just doing your job. Thank you, I salute you both."

"Okay, thank you for answering our questions and sorry for the inconvenience. I hope you get well soon Ms. Kim," the other cop said. I thanked them again then they left.

Tiffany closed the gate, she seemed not happy with it as we went back to the living room.

I closed the door "Who do you-"

I was interrupted by a slap on my face "You called them yesterday when I was sick!" She accused me right away.

"What?? I didn't-" Another slap on my face. This time, it was stronger enough that I saw birds flying around my head.

Then she grasped a handful of my hair "You will never get away from here Erika. You are my slave, your life will depend on me. You are mine, I can do whatever I want to you," she rudely said.

"I-I know Master," I winced as her grip tightined on my hair.

Tiffany gave a menacing glare "20 lashes for you my dear slave," she dragged me by my hair down to the basement.

She chained both of my wrists again and I was facing the wall.

"Please Master, don't do this. I didn't call the cops, I swear. I feel weak now to accept 20 lashes, I don't think I can bear it," I pleaded.

I would never call cops, I'm not dumb. I want here so why would I do that?

"Liar! So you want me to just let this fvcking slide? I won't do that!"

"Aaahh!" I screamed in pain, that burning sensation on my back really sucks.

"Oh I'm sorry but that's not counted," another afflictive lash. "And that's one!"

"Please don't do this Master," I cried in the painful truth I discovered.

"Just shut up or you will get more than what I said!" She spat.

Then I received a lot of lashes, sequenced and roughed.

I gritted my teeth with this unendurable torture and truth.

First things first, Tiffany is my Master. She owns my life. Second to be clear, I'm her slave. I will do what she wants.

I'm just her slave, nothing more.

I get it.

Once again, tears were falling down my face. I let myself believe in my false hope.

Tiffany continued to whip me hard but the pain got numb and my vision went to darkness.

This is where I belong, I should not go anywhere but here.

Darkness.

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