Shackled - Chapter 1 (Preview)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Steph Farmer a white European man, gets caught by a bunch of Native Americans and gets brought and sold over to someone he does not know. This is a story a reverse story. PS. I'm Not racist I just decided to do something new. Hope you like it.

Submitted: October 18, 2011

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They took me away from my home, my country, and my land. The place where I had been born, raised, and taught. I am a European man or at at least I was. Before they came and took me away, and my people too. We all knew what would become of us, the rumors had spread across town for months. Why had no one ran away ? Did no one know ?

We traveled by ship. We had no idea the Native Americans were coming over to attack us and  had stole our valuables. The ship smelled of sickness and death. I knew no one on this ship, for I was not a family man. I had no wife nor any children to love.

  “Hey you, young man.” An old woman has whispered over to me.

She looked nothing but the age of 60. Her back was hunched over and her wrinkled skin made her seem dull. The Native Americans had respected the elder people so they had gave them permission to be comfortable. Lucky them.   I had turned my head to her direction. For we could not peep a whisper. The Native Americans were strict. The sight of the sharp whips across their waist had scared us down to our bones. We knew the sharp thing could slice down to our bones.  

“You seem like a fine young man. What do they do with you? For what is your name?” Her tired eyes drooling over me.  I knew I did not look presentable at this moment but with every little ounce that I had I managed, I had to whisper 

“My Name is Steph Farmer, and I do not know what it is you speak of.”As she were about to speak a guard had spotted us and rose above us, his muscled armor of a  body hovering over me. His breath had smelled of corn, and something dreadful like cigarette tobacco.

“ Who is speaking? Which one of you rats are disobeying the rule ?!” His deep voice arose. It was almost as though thunder had rumbled from above me, shattering my eardrums.  

“Oh, this roach of a human had started it. He insulted me, take him away from me. Goodness.” She shrieked in a high pitch voice so everyone in their cell could hear.  The guard had took the woman’s word for it ! I crawled back from his reach as he tried to unlock my cage. Unfortunately he had stuck the keys in and unlocked the metal door. The small crouched down space had no more room for me to hide in. As I tried to crawl away, he had caught me by my ankle and dragged my body. Where was he taking me? Punishment had never found its way to me, for I had only observed others getting whipped and even thrown off to sea.

How could that vulgar woman lie? The angry protest inside of my soul had burst, all I wanted to do was go back to her cell and whip her with one of the chains that hung from our ankles and hands. He had stopped and spoke to a door. In a native language that I couldn’t comprehend. Then he had thrown me into a dark room, with no heat. The cold air had crept around me and danced on my skin. What was this? The scent had smelled of a dead human body and waste.

 “You shall not be freed until 3 days. You will be fed one meal each day. “ He growled to me. His snake eyes squinting with despite.  And with that said, he stomped out of the small box of a room and locked the door.  Why was this happening to me. Why ? I had done nothing out of the ordinary. I am not a religious man, but it is God who I pray to every night to set me free. 


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