Description
Dakota was a slave. Short and simple, no sugar coating it. There were many slaves in this newer generation. Overtime somehow humanity let slavery exist once again, no single physical or mental characteristic defined what a slave was, you just were one. Some were used for company labor but that was expensive and it was easier to use prisoners. So most were bought by, you gussed it, the rich. Dakota has gone from owner to owner, each one acted how you'd expect. Dakota was now bought by the parents of Mason as a gift. Dakota wonders how this new owner will treat her, and if there's a (small) chance she'll be treated like a decent fucking human being. Dakota is prepared for the worst, but it doesn't seem like she'll need to be if she has someone with her. (This is the rewritten one- rewriting it because my writing has improved) (WARNING: THIS STORY HAS SCENES DEALING WITH SEXUAL ABUSE AND PROBABLY OTHER TRIGGERING THINGS RELATED TO THAT. IF YOU BELIEVE YOU CANNOT HANDLE THIS THEN DONT READ.)
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