Hello, my name is Mia and I'm eighteen years old. I was born in Ireland but moved to America when I was just a little girl. My family owned a large plantation where they grew cotton and tobacco. They had many slaves who worked tirelessly in the fields.
As I grew older, I became more interested in the slave auctions that took place nearby. I would sneak out at night and watch as men, women, and children were sold off like property. It was sickening, but I couldn't look away.
One day, I saw a beautiful young woman being auctioned off. She had strawberry blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She wore tight dark jeans and an iron slave collar around her neck. Despite her situation, she held her head high and refused to be broken. I was captivated by her strength and courage.
I bid on her and won the auction. I took her home with me and treated her as well as I could, given the circumstances. She became my personal slave, and I would often force her to perform humiliating acts for my amusement. It was sick, I know, but I couldn't help myself.
As time went on, I grew to care for her deeply. I saw past her brokenness and into her heart. Eventually, she became more than just a slave to me; she became my best friend. We would spend hours talking about our lives and dreams. She was the only person who ever understood me.
Unfortunately, our time together was cut short when I caught her trying to escape. In my rage, I snapped her neck and threw her body into the nearby river. It was an impulsive decision that I regret to this day.
I never found another slave who captured my heart like she did. She will always be remembered as the one who got away.