Chapter 1
Queenette I kept on segregating the dry hay grass from the green grass for the calves and cattle, my head low in compliance as the 2nd-grade supervisors passed by for inspections.
I looked at my crippled hand and gulped noticing the supervisors approaching to review my work.
"Leave her, her left hand is dysfunctional just like her unsightly face" The supervisor snarled walking past me.
At least my disability kept me protected from such bogeys.
Four months had passed since I was purchased by The King Brothers, well they hadn't directly, their men had bought me.
The King Brothers weren't even aware of my existence or I would have been butchered by now.
The rumour transmission that goes around the estate made it clear to me that these cruel beast brothers wouldn't even blink while getting rid of a disabled slave like me.
Their guards had purchased me and a few more girls like me from whorehouses for experimenting on us.
Every day I glimpsed at The King Brothers from afar, well that's how I always wanted it to be.
Going too close to the Sun however bedazzling it was only going to burn and blind me.
I would watch them from the cattle fields while they would ride their horses with their girlfriends, each passing day making me wonder what it would be like to live a life like one of their girlfriends.
Whenever I would get to catch a glimpse of them, all I could do was stare, and just stare at their exquisite magnificence which was beyond my understanding.
Even God was prejudiced against us nowadays, he was giving the rich beauty too and was leaving the poor only with lifelong miseries.
My left hand, I didn't know why it was incapable of movement but I didn't even feel bad about it anymore not when no one felt bad about it.
I was no Cinderella.
I lived in a camp which was no less than a concentration camp where disability was seen as hideous and a hindrance so if I didn't do the work assigned to me, the supervisors had the freedom to beat me down to the bone and get rid of my body.
I wished planned breeding existed, because of eugenics at least my mother wouldn't have to give birth to me.
My duty here was not just to be a livestock caretaker but also to take care of wild creatures caged in The King Brothers estate, they were using those critters to torture their captives and slaves.
I feared that one day I was never coming out of their cages if they decided to utilize me as their nutrition.
The King Brothers weren't sadists, they were much more barbarous and brutal than that well-defined word.
I think even these wild animals knew I was physically incompetent to defend myself because I was the only caretaker who was getting out of their cages every day, alive and unscathed.
The Wild boars, Bears, caracals, savannah lions, Bengal tigers and the other varmints, they were all trained by The King Brothers to kill while I was picking up their poops, supplying them with fresh meat and keeping their enclosures clean.
I was a 4th-grade slave in their estate which meant a slave who had a 3rd-grade rank could stab me in broad daylight and get away.
The 2nd-grade supervisors had much more power, they could easily disembowel 3rd-grade and 4th-grade slaves if enraged, while the 1st-grade guards reported directly to the masters of this estate.
Even here I was the lowest in the rank classification but at least they didn't know about my existence and that's how I was always going to keep it.
After living in solitary I was going to die one day with no one to even cry over my carcass.
The break-time bell rang and I tossed the grass and jaggery blocks for the cattle at a side.
I washed my working hand and used it to wipe my dysfunctional hand, ready to amble towards the slave's dining area.
Today was a feast day, which meant that every slave like me would get food in double quantity than usual, I couldn't wait to have the food in my belly and save some for tomorrow.
But I wondered what was the occasion, last time there was a feast when one of the brother's archenemies was killed by them.
In this monstrous manor, we weren't fed enough nor were we allowed to take baths every day. Basic needs and facilities like clean drinking water were luxuries not for us 4th-grade slaves.
Sometimes if I would not get enough water, I used to drink water from the cattle pails, even they had more water than us.
Rape cases were high in slave camps too, 2nd-grade supervisors and 3rd-grade slaves were forcing themselves on 4th-grade slaves or asking for sexual favours in return for providing medicines, water, extra food, etc.
Both the Dons knew about this, but none of them seemed to care a hang, and why would they? We, slaves, had below subpar status.
At least none of these devils looked at me because of my disability, my paralysed hand made me undesirable and I couldn't be happier.
I was at least safe because of my disability.
Those girlfriends were just for the show and for accompanying purposes only. I came to terms with their real world when I was once ordered to mop and tidy their harem which was just next to the building they occupied, it had 100 plus pleasure women.
I was confident that both of them had either AIDS or STDS.
Their estate was divided into 4 different towers, one was for them, the second was for their harem, the third was occupied by their guards and supervisors and the fourth one was a cleansing camp which had 4th-grade slaves like me.
Even the supervisors didn't like touching or breathing the same air as Ours, I could imagine how insensitive their Dons might be.
Apart from these buildings, there were cellars for prisoners, enclosures for animals and 2 more buildings that were being constructed and these didn't even seize half of the land of their property.
Even though I had been to the building where their whores lived but I had never been to their side of the mansion where the brothers actually lived with their girlfriends.
Their personal servants lived in a quarter of their building itself.
To think of it, I had got out of one hell to be put into another but this perdition, where I just had to work as a manual labourer was much much better.
I would rather die in The King Brothers camp than go back to my old life.
I was going to die with my dirty secret if I had to but I was never leaving this estate where at least performing manual work guaranteed me a meal once a day.
Tina, the fourth-grade slave in charge was shouting at everyone to stand in a queue and some of us were even dragged by the supervisors.
"Who the fuck let my baby wander off to the slave camp?" welcome to the world where a tiny hound's life mattered more than a human's.
One by one all fourth-grade slaves fell on the ground while lashes after lashes was flailed at us.
When The Don's girlfriend reached me with her rascal pooch coddled in her arms, she cringed at my sight.
I was prettier than you, plastic slut.
"I didn't touch your pooch, Madam," I said, lowering my eyes and head in submission.
"Did I ask you? The guards won't let a disabled whore like you even at a square's distance near my baby and how dare you speak? Did I ask you to?" A sharp kick landed at my hips which made me scream and tumble on the dirty ground.
Her guard kept on booting and whipping me until I could sense blood from my wounds embellishing the dirty ground.
"Get the fuck up, bitch" I struggled to get up with one of my hands not functioning, but still I tried to obey her, fearing the consequences.
After two failed attempts I gave up sobbing hard on the floor.
She cackled walking ahead of me not before thrusting soil and tiny gravels in my face by skating her heels.
All the supervisors and the slaves began laughing, mocking my state. Again, times like these were their only source of entertainment.
Today I was their clown, tomorrow someone else will be.
All of a sudden the laughter had ceased, people who had evaluated me as a laughing stock had shut down too and before I could wonder why, two pairs of glossy black shoes entered my line of vision just next to my face while I was still balled up in foetal position.
I raised my head to look at the sources who had the power shut their cackles and just like that I wished I had died instead.
Master Vittorio and Master Tazio were glancing down at me with an amusing glint in their eyes.
I brushed my cheek and realized it was coated in dirt, tiny gravels had pierced my cheeks and that's why maybe they were amused.
"Get up" I flinched at Master Tazio's resonant baritone voice.
I cried out loud when my immobile left hand that was stationed on the floor didn't move, it stopped me from adhering to Master Tazio's command.
They both gazed at my paralysed hand.
"Dons asked you to fucking stand, bitch" The supervisor who had previously kicked me was once again about to thrash me but the anticipated hit never came, instead he crumpled on the ground just beside me.
My lungs might have collapsed from the way I had shouted discerning a bullet engraved between the supervisor's eyes.
I could feel his soul parting, leaving his body through his eyes.
Was I next?
Taylor ran towards me crying, she squatted down on the ground next to me.
"Masters, mercy, mercy masters. She is crippled. Her left hand is paralysed that's why she can't obey you even if she wants to" Taylor, the only friend and companion I had made in this camp stood up for me as she helped me stand back on my legs.
Both the brothers gawked at my left hand, my head was arched low as I held onto Taylor for my life.
I was softly breathing with my mouth fearing that they would gut me if I breathed noisily.
I didn't want to die.
Master Vittorio lifted my chin and pulled me closer to him by yanking me by the collar of the dress.
I didn't react or maybe I was too startled when his colossus palm squeezed and mauled my breast, his fingers stroked my nipples over my uniform.
He smirked in delight seeing I was too skittish to react to this indecency of his.
This was the first time I was catching sight of both of them while they were so close to me,
From afar I would always think that their beauty was unmatchable but closely peeking at them all I could say was they were handcrafted by God himself.
Master Tazio eyed his guard and just like that everyone except me and Taylor were propelled out of the assembly hall for the slaves.
They were all sneering at us with foul faces, they comprehended today was our last day on earth.
"When was she brought here?" Master Tazio questioned his guard rubbing his nose against the crook of my neck.
Was he sniffing me?
"Queenette, she is 22, her left hand is Paralysed, purchased from a whore house, she is a 4th-grade slave, is here for 4 months now, is well behaved otherwise, gets bullied for her disability and place of origin, Asher purchased her and 8 more girls from the whore house to bring them here for your cages, she's the only one that survived, other girls were taken down by your animals and for now she is assigned to take care of livestock and your animals. From her pap smear, pelvic examination and other blood tests it's clear she is clean and has never been pregnant before, her right breast is slightly bigger than her left breast and her vagina-" Master Tazio snatched the Ipad from the guard's hands where he was reading my details from like a parrot to stop him from reading any further while Master Vittorio chuckled watching me turn red in shame.
All of a sudden their fists were white and taut, the tick of their jaw didn't go unnoticed by me either as both of them kept reading my biographical details.
I still remember that day, before the day I was shipped here we were sent for a medical examination with the estate's doctors making us stand in the queue naked and examining each of us girls for any deviancy.
"And Queen was kept away from us for 16 weeks?" Master Vittorio sighed patting my cheek and letting me free from his grasp, but while doing so he groped my breasts and squeezed them again.
What did this even mean??
My name was Queenette, not Queen.
"All the supervisors, guards and doctors that were on duty when she was brought here in five" Master Tazio's guard nodded at him and took off in haste.
What was this all about?
"Get back to work" Master Vittorio ordered us while Master Tazio leaned down to my height and licked my throat, gnawing his teeth in my flesh he grunted in satisfaction before both of them walked away with their guards tailing behind them.
Did they just let me and my friend live?
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