Thread: Heir to the plantation. (Wreckles & AmyBeth)

Mellina did not move a muscle as the young man approached her. She stood strong and unwavering even if her muscles ached and her head spun slightly from the heat and labor in the sun. She nodded her head as he explained her progression at the estates in more or less an accurate manor. She could imagine the mans mother saying just that. I am grateful, sir. She said bobbing her head once more when he asked if she was proud. She had managed to escape punishment before the young Master Duflot arrived but she felt in her bones that things were to change very soon. She could almost feel the cold indifference and loathing radiate off his body directed at her by his unwavering gaze. She did not even have time to flinch as her fears manifested themselves sooner then she thought. The slap had knocked her face to the side with its force. The string on her skin made her eyes water but she refused to let the tears spill. She would not cry for him. She kept her chin resting on her shoulder for a moment catching her breath, but the sting and ache only grew not faded. She could deal with the abuse the overseer had a way for being overly thorough with the slaves, but loosing what little power she had gained was a bigger blow then many. She turned her face and looked up into his face fully for the first time her dark eyes meeting his own. Her very full lips parted slightly as her jaw swung open ever so slightly. This man had just returned and he had already taken away everything he had worked for, for the last year of her life. She paused a moment, before bobbing down into another curtsy and turning on her heels. She would exhale a sigh of relief to out of the serious mans presence, she reached up and touched her cheek tentatively, it was hot to the touch and felt swollen. The burn had subsided leaving a deep inner ache in her face. She had been slapped before by her master, but she had always inspired them to do so, spilling tea, or talking back, or even just making too much eye contact with them, but this man had lashed out simply because it bothered him his father gave her such a position. She had been better behaved with the new member of the house hold then she usually was with his parents and still he left with a welt on her face. She feared further encounters she knew her own personality well and knew that he would not like such a fire in one of his slaves. As she headed down the hall to return to her quarters in the slave house off of the fields she spotted the dark giant shape lumbering towards her. She had a distaste for the man that frequently took his rage out on the field hands. She pressed her back against the wall head bowed hoping to go unnoticed as possibly a slave of the household, now that her dirt and grime had been removed. She thought of her sister, how was she too protect her with all these violent men in control of them both. She slept poorly her mind racing of all the things she wished to do, she wanted to escape, steal her sister and some food and just run. She could protect her they could have a small cottage in the woods. But she shook the idea from her head she was not want to fantasies and day dream. Today her duty was to remove the full baskets of grapes and load them to the cart that was to bring them to the building in which the wine process begins. She was also in charge of bringing the others empty baskets. It was grueling work as the baskets were heavy and the sun was hot, but it was better than bending and picking all day long.