Life is a blurr of pain and confusion. Staring up at these bars, She wonders if those will be the only things filling her vision. If this cage will remain her world. Vanessa is a fifteen year old child, waiting to be sold to her master. She is innocent to the world and is still young minded. This is the story of her survival and finding love.

This is my first movella!


8. Care

His P.O.V

I slowly wash her red hair, running my fingers through the curls. Her head is down, staring at

the water. I haven't spoken to her and she won't start a conversation, she was taught to keep quiet unless spoken too. I sigh as I watch her small shoulders rise and fall, filling up a cup with water.

"Okay Nessie, tip your head back," I whisper back gently, keeping my voice down.

She does what I say, leaning her head back. I pour the water over her head and watch the soap run off of it. After I'm done I gently bring foreword.

I stand up and grab a towel, holding it out in front of me, "come here, babygirl."

She stands, blushing as she steps out of the tub. She walks over to me and I wrap the towel around her, hugging her close to me. I walk her out to my room and sit her on the bed. I then walk over to the closet and get her silk nightie out.

I bring it over to her and lay it next to her, "dry off and put the on, I'm going to get you some food."

She looks up at me, her green eyes sparkling with confusion, "I can eat?"

I smile sadly at her and nod, "you can eat whenever and whatever you want."

She smiles at me and jumps off the bed, wrapping her arms around my waist. I chuckle and keep the towel around her.

She pulls away and blushes, "I like you, sir"

I nod and kiss the top of her head, "I like you too, Nessie. Now get dressed, I'll be back up in a few minutes."

She nods and climbs back in the bed, grabbing the nightie. I walk to the door and go out it, closing and locking it behind me. I smile to myself and walk down the stairs. I go into the kitchen and start making the food for her, watching the cooks clean the kitchen. With all the loud banging I don't here my father, enter the kitchen. I look up and he's standing there, his arms crossed and a scowl etched into his face. I sigh and look back down at the spaghetti.

He clears his throat and I raise my eyebrows, "yes, father."

He walks over and stands next to me, "I wish to speak to you about her."

I nod, "I figured, what about her?"

He looks around at the kitchen staff and snaps his fingers. They all look up then quickly leave the kitchen, dropping whatever it is that they were doing. I finish the food and start washing my hands.

I feel his eyes on me, "I am going to tell you the truth, I was shocked when you brought her home."

I glance at him, slowly frowing, "why?" I ask hesitantly, knowing the answer.

He looks down at the food, "she is young, a good choice. Easy manipulate, do whatever you say."

I don't respond, turning the water off and going back over to the food. I start putting things away.

He watches me and smirk on his face, "I expect you to take her tonight and tomorrow she will know all the rules of the house. And if not, she will go back."

I look at him now, shaking my head, "she's mine, if I decide not to take her tonight then I won't. And if she doesn't know to say hi to you first then I'm sorry, it's my fault. But you will not take her back. She's here to stay, you won't go near her or touch her." I say all this through clenched teeth.

His face gets red, "you will not talk to me that way, I am the king-" I cut him off as his voice rises.

"Not for long, so I would advise you to stay quiet," my voice rises now.

He's about to speak when I head the door squeak open, Vanessa staring at me, shaking. I gulp and watch her, "Nessie, I told you to stay in my room."

She looks at my dad then back at me, "I'm sorry, sir."

I wait for and excuse but none comes. I sigh and shake my head, looking at my dad, "this conversation is over, sleep well, father."

I grab her plate and walk over to her. I put my hands out to the door and she flinches. I then grab her hand, "you need to do what I say, I don't like you wondering around here," I say softly.

She looks up at me, her bottom lip pouting out. "I'm sorry, I got scared."

I nod and take her up the stairs and down the hall, to my room. I open the door and she goes in, "please don't do that again."

She looks at me again, her bottom lip trembling. I set the good down and pick her up, sitting on the bed.

I stroke her hair and lay her head on my chest, "shhh, you're okay. I just care about you too much."

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