MY PERSONAL SLAVE

After making sure the gate was locked, Lucy poured water on Ivy and made her kneel under the sun while trying to figure out the best punishment for her. In the end, she concluded that she couldn't keep her anymore as she was bound to escape again, she was instead going to sell her at the black market.

"What do you mean by that?" Miles asked when Lucy told him about her plan to sell Ivy.

"Listen, Miles, if you refuse to let me sell her, then you would have to choose between her and your real family. I will take Prince and Lana and walk away." Lucy said with all manner of seriousness.

"Do not say that, please. It hasn't gotten to that," Miles begged and haphazardly added, "but Ivy is also my blood."

"How can you be certain she is your blood?' Lucy asked. "She has blue eyes whereas yours are brown and she is red-headed while you are dark-haired."

"That's only because she took after her mother," Miles replied.

Lucy scoffed, "I've said my own so you have to choose between the worthless trash you claim is your daughter and your true family."

"You know I'll always choose you no matter what but, do we really have to sell her? It's not like we are lacking money."

"Yes, we do Miles, we have to sell her. Even if you don't, I need the money," Lucy said with so much hatred.

"Okay," Miles finally agreed, "we will sell her, are you happy now?"

"Yes! I am extremely happy," Lucy replied.

That night, as Lucy prepared Ivy to be taken to the black market, Miles felt conflicted. He didn't love Ivy but he couldn't deny the fact that she was his daughter. In the end, he decided to call one of his friends and seek his advice.

"Hello, Patrick, it's been a while," Miles said when his friend picked up.

"You rascal," replied Patrick, "why have you called me by this time?"

"Lucy and I want to sell my daughter, Ivy, tonight at the black market but I'm feeling conflicted."

"Interesting!" Patrick replied. "How much is she up for?"

Miles thought for a while and said, "I don't really know. I will have to ask my wife."

"She should be around ten, right?" Patrick asked. "Why not sell her to me instead? My girls need a maid to order around and I'm willing to pay a thousand dollars for her."

"That sounds good." Miles replied happily. "I'll bring her over to your place then. Just make sure the money is ready otherwise my wife would throw a fit."

"Alright," replied Patrick. "I will give my girls the good news."

Miles hung up the phone and hurriedly told Lucy, "my friend, Patrick has offered to buy Ivy for a thousand dollars. I think it's a good deal."

"It's settled then." Lucy said with a smile. "Let's take her at once, we don't want to keep your friend waiting."

Ivy's POV

My whole body was throbbing with pains and my stomach begged for food but I was too weak to move. I overheard Lucy saying she wanted to sell me and I knew my dad would willingly oblige her.

At this point I wished death would visit me. I didn't have any reason to live anymore. No one had ever loved me or cared about me. Why was I even born? My mum shouldn't have brought me into this world.

Despondent thoughts kept running through my mind. Lucy had changed my clothes and arranged my hair in preparation for selling me off. I cursed her in my heart and wished for her to experience the same fate as me.

They both put me in the car and drove off. I had no idea where they were taking me but one thing was for sure, they were not bringing me back.

I prayed in my heart that wherever I would end up should be better than my father's.

We finally drove into a beautiful compound. I noticed a tall, well-built man who seemed to be in his forties, and beside him were two beautiful blonde girls who I presumed were a twin because of their striking resemblance to each other and they seemed no more than fifteen.

As the car came to a stop, Lucy dragged me out of the car while she and my father both went to the side to discuss with the tall man. A blonde-haired woman came out from the house to join them and I said to myself, "this must be their mother."

They all seemed so happy to see me and for a moment I wondered if my life here would be better.

The two girls finally walked up to me and one said, "I am Abigail but you can call me Aby and this is my sister, May. Henceforth, you will be my personal slave."

The other sister called May said, "no, dad said she will be my personal slave."

I just stared at both of them, unable to utter any words. Suddenly they both started pulling my arms, one on each side while trying to claim their rights over me as their slave.

I winced in pain because my whole body was already sore. Their mum suddenly shouted at them to stop and they immediately let go of my arms.

She walked up to me and after staring at me for a while, she asked, "what's your name?"

I managed to find my voice and said, "Ivy."

"Are you okay?" she asked again.

This was the first time in my entire life that anyone had ever asked if I was okay.

I looked at her with tears in my eyes and said, "no, I am not okay, I am very hungry."

She then took me by the hand into the house and gave me rice to eat.

I was literally very shocked as no one had ever shown me this level of kindness.

The house was beautifully designed and the dining area was very large.

When I finished eating she took the plates away and took me to my room. It had a bed.

She told me to bathe and sleep. I was surprised because I was never allowed to sleep early in my father's house neither was I ever allowed to sleep on the bed.

I suddenly felt scared so I asked her, "am I to sleep on the bed or the floor?"

"Why would you sleep on the floor, you silly girl? The bed is for you," she nicely said with a smile on her face.

"Thank you so much ma," I quickly said.

"It's okay," she replied. "You can rest for the night." After speaking, she closed the door and walked away.

After showering I lay on the bed with the same clothes I had on earlier. I felt really fortunate to have found a family like this and as I drifted off to sleep, I made a silent promise to myself to always make this family happy.