The Slave Trade *ON HOLD!*

Asya has been a slave since she was 6 years old and has been working for the past 12 years of her life. She is now 18 and still working as hard as she can on the ships. The slave day is also coming up soon so she is trying to look her best so people can buy her. She gets brought but to 5 masters. What will they be like? Will they treat her differently?

Read to find out in The Slave Trade

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1. Working on the ships

Asya POV

I awoke from the cold hard floor with alot of shouting. "GET UP YOU LAZY PEOPLE!" called my master. Hes becoming more stricter by the minute. He wants us in good shape and in best condition as possible as the 'Slave Day' comes nearer and nearer. The 'Slave Day' is a slave auction where all the different masters come and sell their slaves while slave owners come looking for new slaves. I havent been fortunate enough to leave this boat. Ive been working on this boat for 4 years now and I think my master definitely hates me, Its sad I know.

I stretch for a few seconds and then I head out onto the deck to do my usual job, sweeping and cleaning the decks. Ive made a few friends here the last 4 years Ive been here. Theres this girl called Hope. Shes really nice but we hardly talk because if we get caught talking, we get punishment. Sadly, my mother tried jumping over board and drown, and she did. She once said to me that she'd rather drown and die than live on this ship.

When you get the chance for your dream to come true, take that chance otherwise, the chance may not occur ever again. - Quote by me

Be true to yourself and stand up for what you believe in. - Quote by me

I make try to make a smile on my face towards my friend, hope. But she doesnt see me. I dont want to get her into alot of trouble just cos I smiled at her. "YOU! GET TO WORK!" Calls my master. My head hangs low and I scurry across the ship to the otherside where all the cleaning stuff is. I bring it out of its cupboard and get to work straight away.

Once Im done, I knock on the masters door and take any plates or bowls that need washing up and take them to be washed. I also help to prepare dinner. I chop the onions,potatoes,sweetcorn, and any other things that need to be doing. Im making a beef casserole today. The master requested it especially. I really do hope I can escape like my mother did. But I want to live, and not force myself to drown.

Its now 7pm and Im nearly finished all my jobs for the day. I wash up the last bowl and drain all the washing up water over the side of the boat. I put the washing bowl away and head towards my cabin. Im not the only one in my cabin, theres about 450 others all crammed into the same room. I dont like living here. I wish I could live on the very top deck. The very top deck is where all the professional slaves go. Yeah, you probably say Im a professional but I was caught trying to jump over board so I was put near the bottom of the deck and all my hair was cut off. Ive been working VERY hard for the past 3 years to get back up to the top where I belong, but Ive had no use. I gave up trying 6 months ago. I slide down the wall and try to get into a good position for sleeping in.  

It takes me about half an hour to get into a comfortable position for sleeping in. I dont go to sleep straight away though. Ive always wandered what I look like and what colour my hair is. Ive always thought my hair is a lovely shade of blonde with natural brown highlights in it and I have brownish blue eyes. But I cant find out until someone buys me and they have a mirror somewhere for me to look at myself. Just thinking about all of this, sends me to sleep.  

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