The story of the slave

Moving to the next home

I look around when I fall to the floor to see him with a whip in his hand. My leg is bleeding badly. He pulls me up into  a headlock, and wispers "If you try that again it will hurt alot worse," I wimper under the strength of his voice and move slightly away from the whip. But he insists on keeping it near my hip.
"See," He says to Harry, "She just need to be shown whose boss," and he tightens his grip. I whimper again and he shoves me back into the cage with a promise to collect her later.
I sit in agony with blood down my leg. I lie down but never closing my eyes. There is now a guard sitting outside my door. The same one who attached to my neck. I undo my hair and brush it with my fingers. Training a slave he said. Does that mean I will get more pain? I make a silent promise to never give up trying to escape. Maybe I will turn out so bad he will set me free. I wait till he returns. When he does he attaches many chains all leading down to his hand and has his whip. I struggle so much he cuts my hand but I keep on moving. Then when I try to run he slices my neck open and my hand flies to the wound, blood poring out. I stop struggerling and he pushes me again in another crate for the journey to were he lives. I hear him talking to someone in the front of the car. I find some bandages for my leg and neck. I press them on.

2 hours late (more or less)

I hear the scratching of the crate opening but before I can run to men grab me and hold me still. I stop moving when I see the other man has a knife and the one who came to fetch me has his whip. They push me inside the big mansion and keep my head facing the ground. I go through some doors into a large room where they push me into a cage. I sink to the ground. but when they remove the chains I sprint from the cage to the door. When I get there I turn the knob but it wont budge.
"What do you want from me," I scream
"Cooperation," He replies coolly
"Well you are mistaken If you think i'm just going to lay at your feet like someone who has given up!"
"Well I thought you would say that," He answers,"Get back in the cage,"
I don't budge
"GET IN THE CAGE," He shouts and I don't move. I see his whip move towards me and dodge but not fast enough for it to reopen the wound on my leg.
"Get in the cage!" he tells me. I move towards it limping masivlly trying not to cry. The man next to him still has his knife and is looking at me with a blank expression.