Scarlett's POV:

I woke up with my head buried in master Williams chest. He smelt so good and was so soft against me. He was shirtless, every muscle was defined and chestled to perfection. A beautiful tan adorned his body. He was gorgeous. If only I wasn't a slave, maybe then I would be worthy of this beautiful creature.

"Hello Scarlett. How are you sweet girl?" Master Williams voice broke our silence. It was rough with sleep.

"Master William, please accept my apology. I don't know what came of me. Please sir, I did not mean to end up in your bed sir." I was slightly panicked. I knew master Williams would not strike me, but I wasn't sure. I hadn't seen Victoria in a long while. And with mistress Jezebel here, nothing was normal.

"I put you here sweetie. No need to apologize. How are you feeling? You have been asleep for three days. Are you hungry? Thirsty?" He sounded concerned. My stomach answered for me, I blushed at the unladylike sound. He chuckled gorgeously. "Come on then let's get you something to eat." He stood from the large black bed to the dark hardwood floor. As I was preparing to stand as well he scooped me up into his arms. I let out a squeal and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He let out another chuckle while he readjusted me in his arms. "Master you don't have to carry me sir." I said blushing.

"I want too though Scarlett." He smiled at me looking me in the eyes. He was so perfect compared to me.

"Yes master." I said looking down. I noticed that my cloths were different. Instead of the blood stained, dirty white tank top and black shorts my body was covered by a light blue v-neck and long grey sweatpants. I was so warm, it all smelt like master William.

"Master may I ask you a question?" I said quietly.

"Of course Scarlett. You don't have to ask to ask a question." He said happily.

"Did you change my cloths sir?" I said. He nodded smiling looking down at them.

"Hold on. We are going down stairs." He said softly. My grip tightened around his neck as we descended the staircase.

"Ok all done. " he said. "Yes, I did change your cloths."

I blushed at the thought of him seeing me in all my naked glory. Slaves were not permitted undergarments unless you were on your time of month. Then you got a pair of granny panties with a built in pad.

"Master-"I began to ask another question but he stopped me.

"Don't call me that. Call me William ok?" He said softly.

"Ok." I paused. "William? May I please have something to drink?" I asked softly.

"Of course! You must be so dyhidrated and hungry. I'm sorry Scarlett." He said sadly. "Sit here while I make you something to eat. What would you like to drink?"

"Water please sir-I mean William." I said stuttering out his name.

"Here you go sweety." He said. "I wonder where my parents are."

"I believe they are in the dungeon."I said testing the waters.

"Hmm." He said while grabbing two peices of bread and cheese from the fridge. "They must be taking care of Jezebel or Victoria."

The mention of mistress Jezebel made my stomach drop.

"What are you going to do to mistress Jezebel?" I asked fearful. Would he give me back to her. He quietly set a glass of water in front of me.

"We are going to send her back to her original territory in Spain." He said grabbing a pan from the metal rack above the island. I watched for a moment as it swung from side to side on it's chain like a swing.

"In Spain?" I asked. I wouldn't have believed that mistress Jezebel was from Spain.

"Yup. She is part vampire part witch. Her more dominate feature being witch, so she is being sent to the witches land. Spain." He said.

"Each species have there own land?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Yes. Witches in Spain and Germany vampires in England and Russia, werewolf's in northern and southern America, were cats and other were's in Africa, fairies and pixies usually preside in Australia and New Zealand." He said all this as if it was something a small child knew. I looked down ashamed at my lack of knowledge.

Mother never sent me to school, she would say that it wouldn't matter in the end if I knew anything. I was worthless anyway.

I stayed quiet with my head down. I didn't want to make more of a fool of myself.

"Here you go." He set down a plate full of food on the wooden table in front of me. It looked and smelt devine.

It looked to be some sort of grilled cheese, but it had what looked like salmon in the middle. I gently picked it up with my fingers and watched the bright yellow cheese drop back to the plate.

I can't remember the last time I had a hot meal. Especially one that looked so delicious as this. I opened my mouth and took a small bite. The first thing I thought was how fast I could get this food into me before he took it from me. I looked up to him hesitantly he grinned hopefully. So I took another bite. Bigger this time. I didn't stop. I just kept shoving as much as I could into my mouth. I couldn't hear, or see, or smell anything but the food. It was like tunnel vision.

"Scarlett?" I was snapped out of my daze by the sound of Williams voice. He sounded concerned, worried. But I couldn't see anymore. I was back in the slave house.

Where food like this was fought for. I could hear the screams of girls again. I could smell the meat. I could hear the slave holders making there bets on who would cave first and walk across the coals to get to it. I could see it now clearly since the smoke had filtered out.

There were 15 girls here today, all of us were painstakingly thin. One looked to be about four or five years old. I could clearly see every bone in her body. He cheek bones were disgustingly prevalent. She was starving.

"Ready ladies!" The main master chuckled. "On your marks! Get set! Go!"

I stayed still on my small platform and watched the small girl race against the coals to the meat. I watched and listened as she screamed in agony as her flesh burned against the coals. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see her fall into the pit of fire where they kept the forbidden meat.

The slave holders never meant to let us have any food. They would cook it all day letting us smell it. Then they would pick 15 of the "best behaved" and let them try and get to the meat. What they would never share is how we would have to try and get to it. Some years it was fire we would run through to the fire pit. Some years it was water with alligators we had to swim through to get to it. It all depended on there wants. Every year though no one ever got to eat.

I opened my eyes again to watch another slave slowly walk across the coals. The Slave trainers stood from there stools and began to throw things at her. I believed they were rocks. She was pelted with them and went sobbing back to her platform.

I looked back to where the little girl should have been. My eyes trailed through her coals to the pit, her body was draped over the fire pit. Her front half was engulfed in flames as her back half slowly burnt. She was gone.

Who would be next in this game of food? I got another whiff of the meat. It smelt so beautiful and delicious. If only I could taste it. I felt my body take a small step into the coals. I immediately jerked back from the heat. Another whiff, another small step. If only this coal wasn't here, I would get it eat. I looked down at my hands, they were so small. They were so dirty. Muck covered them. A little meat would taste so amazing. I looked back to the meat. It was just right there, I could almost taste it.

I heard the slave holders laughing. I looked around for the next victim. It was a middle aged woman. She wasn't to thin though. She had a giant smile on her face as she walked across the coals. I envied her as she walked all the way to the meat unscathed. I loathed her as she reached out to grab some. But then she was gone. I heard her scream as she was pushed into the pit by some unknown force. She was gone.

I would stay here. On my platform. Until they were done. I would not give them the joy of killing me as I begged for food. I would be strong until they broke me.