~Zinniah~

"Boss, you wanted to see us?" Amorelli asked politely.

"Yes, I did."

"We didn't do anything wrong, have we?" I asked shyly.

"No you didn't, there are two things I called you both in here for," The boss paused and rose from his chair, all of the guards wary of his movements, waiting to see what will happen first.

"And what would those two things be sir?" Amorelli asked, daring him to continue.

"Well one, I saw that you and the guards had captured that critter that has been eating our crops. I'm proud and wanted to congratulate and thank you for that."

"Oh, well you should mostly thank Zinniah, she was the one who spotted it," Amorelli explains looking towards me. The boss smirked and walked over to me. I couldn't stop shaking because he was so scary and intimidating. I tried my best not to lean away from him, or else I would get punished. I looked into his eyes and waited for him to start talking.

"Good job, little one." I shivered as he said that and when he backed away, I bowed slightly.

"Thank you, sir." I rose from my small bow and proceeded to wait for what he was going to say next.

"Now about that other thing I wanted to talk to you girls about," He paused, with his usual evil smirk on his face. However, this time, his eyes contained lust. Amorelli and I both gulped as we dreaded what he was going to say next.

"Yes, sir?" Amorelli replied warily, already acknowledging the fact that he was moving towards her. She stood up tall and didn't look like it phased her at all, but in reality, I knew she couldn't wait to get away from our pedophilic boss.

"Leave us." The boss pointed to the guards in the room as the made their way to the door. He didn't say or do anything until they left. Once they were gone, he pushed Amorelli up against the wall. I gasped but covered my mouth quickly.

"You girls are both so... Ravishing. I have a new and improved job for both of you." He started to twirl Amorelli's hair and started moving his hands, freely roaming her body up and down. His chuckle was low and dark; he could sense both of our fears. He then suddenly stopped and turned to walk to his desk. Amorelli let out a deep breath, probably one she didn't think she had been holding in. Encounters with the boss like these only meant a few things. Either we will be changed into a different kind of slave, or he wants us for a bit of pleasure.

"Now, girls. Since you both did such a fantastic job, you will be- Promoted."

"Promoted?" Amorelli has a lot of fear and curiosity rolling off of her. We all felt it. Hell, all of the land owned by the Boss probably felt it.

"Promoted how?" I asked with hesitation.

"Oh, but as a different kind of slave of course." He chuckled. He chuckled three, short times. This is not a good sign.

"What kind of slaves shall we be, Boss?" Amorelli asked, and I wish she hadn't.

"A sex slave," Boss then laughed as he got up once again, but this time coming for me. I couldn't move away from him. So I stood still, and I let him do what he wanted to do. He then pushed me against the wall and started to allow his hands to roam my body freely. I was so disgusted and felt very repulsed by him. I almost pushed him off, but I reminded myself I couldn't.

He owns me.

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He owns Amorelli.

He owns all of us.

When he finally stopped, his hands fell upon my breasts, squeezed them and chuckled.

"In a week from now, you both shall be my sex slaves. But since you both know nothing about sex and sexual acts, you shall be taught." The boss chuckled and moved his hands south, towards my ass. Once his hands reached their destination, he gave a light but firm squeeze and seductively snickered at the surprised gasp I emitted.

"I look so forward, to looking and working with the both of you." The boss said with a wink and a smack to both of our asses. After that, he sent us both out the door, and the guards walked us towards our cabin. A few had left and there was a female guard left.

"What happened in there?" The female guards asked quietly. She was intrigued to know what had happened with the boss, as well as curious. She couldn't help but stick her nose in their business, especially since no one left the boss's office without a bruise or a red mark from a smack. The guard had heard the slaps, but she didn't know where we were slapped.

"We are to become the Boss' fucking sex slaves in a week. And we are to be taught how to do sexual acts, and how to perform sex correctly." Amorelli all but spit out. I flinched a bit at her tone. Amorelli was known for having a bad temper when she gets too angry. This happened to be one of those times.

"What?" The female guard was astonished and caught off guard. She didn't know the boss wanted us to be his new sex slaves.

"Yes. And he was all over Zinniah and I. I couldn't have been more disgusted in my life. I feel the need to burn my clothing. And my body." Amorelli was still fuming, and no one dared to bother her.

"Zinniah," The guard called out to me quietly. She knew not to be too loud, or this conversation would be rumored around. Hell, the boss has probably told all the male guards!

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Aren't you only fifteen?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And he... Touched you?"

"Yes, ma'am..."

"I'm so sorry child. Neither of you deserves this fate."

"It's not your fault."

"It's that pedophilic ass wipes fault!" Amorelli started to scream out, but we covered her mouth before any of the others around us heard her. She started taking deep breaths to calm herself, as I rubbed her back soothingly.

"Look, I can help you two escape if you want. I can help you get away from here. But you'd be leaving the country and going to Europe." The guard said, and we both looked at her hopefully.

"How do we know if you're lying to us or not?" Amorelli asked skeptically.

"How long have you both known me?" The guard looked like she wasn't lying. I looked deep into her eye to see if she was, and she wasn't.

"I can tell Amorelli... She isn't lying to us..."

"But... Why? Aren't your faithful loyalties laying with him?" Amorelli asked confused.

"Are you kidding me? What female would want to work for him? I used to be a sex slave!" The guard yelled quietly. Amorelli and I involuntarily let gasps leave our lips. She then showed us her wrists, and sure enough, there were scars from what I'm guessing to be either rope or belts or handcuffs. I covered my mouth and let a tear slip.

That was soon to be Amorelli and I. I didn't want this to be me. A future as a tortured sex slave. One with no humility left at the end of the day. I didn't care about all of the fancy food. I didn't want this to become of me. I wouldn't allow it. I won't accept it.

"This will be both of you if you don't trust me. Let me help you." The guard was determined and frightened. The penalty for going against the boss or doing things behind his back was death itself. They would torture you to death and kill you as slow as possible. Starving you and depriving you of water. But then they try to keep you alive as long as possible. And by the time they think you've had enough, they end you quickly and swiftly.

"We're in," Amorelli said, and with that, we went into our cabin and slept for the night.

~Samara~

He haunts my dreams.

A young boy.

He was screaming and crying for them to let go of his sister.

It breaks my heart when I see him. I feel so helpless and useless because I can't help him. I can't bring his sister to him. I can't take him to his sister. I can't do anything. I don't think I can ever do anything.

He looks like a piece of him has been torn from him. Ever since I've been here, he was always there in my dreams. I have nightmares of him and me... Meeting in a small room like area, a closet maybe. And we would just... Talk, until we got into trouble.

I remember his face. He looked like me, but that's impossible. The people here say I didn't have a family and that I was found roaming around and that they took me in.

I don't know the real story, but I'm going to figure it out sooner or later.

I will find out who this boy is and what he means to me.

I will figure out who I am. I know my name is Samara because the boy called me it in my dreams. So I can't be mistaken on that part.

But I need to find out who this little boy is and what happened to him.

I want to know why he was crying in the first place. And I want to know why he was calling out for me...

But until then I can only imagine the pain he was in, and why he was so sad.