Annabelle has been troubled since age 10. Belle prefered to be alone and secured in her room, but her uncle--whom she lived with--had other plans. He sent her away to boarding school, then in the summer abused her. She wanted to escape but couldn’t. When she turned 17 her fate was revealed, and she was sold into slavery at age 18.
Yeah, still getting used to the sudden change. I’m a slave, I live in the slave house.
That can be the shittiest. I feel for you. I hope someone cool comes along soon.
It’s not the most.. pleasant place to call home. Thanks, I’m hoping too.
(Source: ohh-johnny, via ohh-johnny)
Thank you, and I arrived in Asher two days ago so not really haha
Oh, yeah, that’s not very long. You a master or slave, then? Or are you just here for work?
Yeah, still getting used to the sudden change. I’m a slave, I live in the slave house.
(Source: ohh-johnny, via ohh-johnny)
Cute name. You been here long?
Thank you, and I arrived in Asher two days ago so not really haha
(Source: ohh-johnny, via ohh-johnny)
But I’m not sure I want to lie right now.
Well you’re nice. I’m Annabelle, pleasure to meet you.
Annabelle was looking out the small window in her cramped room, it was the most entertaining thing to do in the slave house. Belle had barely seen any of Asher City, she had a met a few people but that was about it. The slave house wasn’t exactly what Belle had had in mind when she found out she was being sold into the slave trade. She had imagined something more along the lines of immediately being sold off to some fat, married, and overly rude pompous ass who would use her as he saw fit. Maybe that’s what would end up happening to her, she had no idea.
Belle sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. She always tended to do that when her mind set into overdrive and she thought about things that were best left alone. Belle moved away from the window, seeing nothing remotely interesting about the view outside, and sat on the edge of her small bed. The only positive thing that Belle could think of was how she wouldn’t have to worry about her uncle anymore. Of course her one positive thought was beat down by a flood of negatives.
“What am I going to do?” She muttered to herself, laying on her bed and closing her eyes. Even trying to chase away her thoughts with sleep was futile.
(via starsweptnight)
"would you prefer a mistress or a master?"
Both are fine, the problem is would they prefer me.
(Source: -mrc)
They’re not friendly, they’re evil. You can only trust Matthew, Leo, Sophie, Juan and Zola.
Haha you sound a bit paranoid. I’m sure not all of them can be so bad, eh? I have met Sophie though.
(Source: belle-lange)
