I looked around the room. It was painted light yellow, there was a chandelier hanging down from the ceiling. A window with a sitting area sat across from the bed, there were blinds with a design I couldn't see hanging down covering the window. There were lamps on either side of the bed, they were set upon two old looking white bed side tables. The bed frame was white, it had soft looking bedding that was white as well, the pillows looked like little blue marshmallows resting on a cloud. The floor was soft beneath my feet.

I couldn't move. The room was beautiful. How did I become so lucky to get a master and mistress that would give me a room like this. I definitely did not deserve this much. I was a slave! I belonged in the dungeon.

I took a hesitant step forward, there was no way this was real! Master must be trying to see if i will actually fall for the trap!

I walked toward the window, gently I lifted up one of the blue pillows from the window seal and moved it slightly so i could sit and look out the window. Holding it gently in my arms I sat and looked at one of the pictures hanging on the wall.

It was black and white, a young boy was sitting on a bench with rocks surrounding him. He had the biggest grin on his face. His nose scrunched up in the most adorable way and his eyes were closed.

I don;t know what made me cry about that picture but I felt tears stream down my face at the sight of the little boy with the rocks.

It reminded me of my childhood. My family was troubled to say the least. My mom was an alcoholic and my dad was a druggie. I had no siblings. I was a mistake.

I went to school, usually in the same outfit everyday. I would come home and see my parents passed out on the couch, sometimes there would be food made the night before if they hadn't eaten it. They usually did, in that case I would make myself whatever I could find.

I slept in a little room with a little bed and a little blanket until I was fourteen. That's when my mom sold me.

She got $1,248 dollars for me.

She didn't cry when the man took me away. She didn't even say good bye, she just looked at me and went back inside.

I screamed and begged for him to let me go, you would think that some one might have heard me and came to see what was wrong. No one did. No one has ever cared about me.

No one ever will, I'm a worthless, good for nothing, slave.

William's Pov~

It was early, maybe six am when I heard someone down stairs in the kitchen. I pulled on some pants and walked out of my room. Cautiously I went into the kitchen, I saw the back of a women. I didn't recognize her scent, a warning growl came from my throat.

The girl jumped, " Master I am so sorry for waking you! Please forgive me!" she said. Her voice was small, and soft. It sounded like music, if it wasn't a worthless slave that said it I would have liked it.

"Its fine. What are you doing?" I said. I tried to sound less mad. I knew she was scared enough, i mean seriously the girl was on her knee's.

"Making you and your family breakfast master." she said her voice was still small. I frowned when she didn't get up, she stayed on her knee's.

"Thank you. You can get up. I'm not going to hurt you." I said. Even if I didn't like her, she was making me food. I like food.

"Thank you master." she said. She stood up fast and kept her head down, not looking at me. She quickly got back to work on breakfast. She fluttered around the kitchen picking up different things and putting them into different bowls.

"What are you making?" i asked.

She smiled, still not looking at me she said, "Pancakes with eggs and bacon with a side of apple crisp."

"That sounds amazing." I said. My stomach growled its appreciation for her cooking.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, I watched her cook. She had brown hair about shoulder length, she was very pale and bony. Her arms were covered in what looked like burns, cuts and bruises. She was wearing a white wife beater and black running shorts.

"Whats your name?" I asked. She walked to a cabinet and got out some sort of seasoning. When i saw her legs, they shocked me. Who would want that much pain? They were covered in cuts and bruises. Before I could dwell on them to long she was back behind the island.

"977501 green." she said in a whisper.

"No. Your name." I said slightly irritated.

"I don't have one master." she said stopping what she was doing and looking down. I growled slightly. She had to have a name! Everyone has a name!

" Didn't you have a name growing up?" I said. I was getting frustrated.

"No master." She said. I could barely hear her. She didn't have a name?

" Why?" i asked.

"Because I'm a worthless slave master. I don't deserve a name."she said.

I didn't say anything after that I was too shocked.

We sat in silence for a long time.

"Here you go master." she said handing me a plate full of food.. My mouth watered just looking at it.

" Thank you." I said, grabbing the fork and digging in. She made four more plates and set up the dining table. Each spot, not including mine I was sitting at the island, had a white plate piled with food and napkin with a fork and spoon.

I heard Alice and Layne running down the stairs. They were six, blond hair and blue eyes, each weighed like fifty pounds. They were never allowed to date. Ever.

"Willy! Willy!" They screamed as they ran into the kitchen. I laughed, they were adorable. Alice got into my arms first Layne not far behind. I hugged them both then sent them off to the table to eat.

"Hello miss. Who are you?" asked Layne. She and Alice both looked at the slave. She stared at them for a few seconds.

"I'm the new slave here mistresses." She was so soft with her words, so gentle. They each nodded and went back to there food.

Not long after the girls were done eating mom and dad came down. Mom's face when she saw all of the cooking done was probably the funniest thing ever. I was a horrible cook, so was dad. Most of the time it was either her cooking or another maid cooking.

Mom was better at it though.

"Wow! Sweety look at this!" said mom grabbing dads arm. My dad looked some what like me. We were both tall and built, blue eyes and blond hair.

"Mhm." said my dad. He looked tired, like always.

"Thank you so much!" said my mom hugging the slave. I never understood my mom and her loving ways. Especially right now, that was a slave she just hugged.

"It was no problem mistress." said the slave in a soft voice. It almost sounded sad.

"Oh please sweet heart call me Kelsey!" my mom said before sitting down in her own padded chair. She had gotten her own chair when she got pregnant with Alice and Layne. It was padded all the way through and had arm rests as well.

As my mom and dad ate, the slave cleaned up. Washing the dishes and putting them expertly away. I was surprised. All of my friends told me that all there slaves did was have sex till they passed out. They didn't do anything.

"William have you fed Victoria yet?" asked my dad. He was piling in the slaves food like there was no tomorrow. I understood why though, it was amazing.

"No. I haven't even gone down there yet." I said.

"You might want to. Toss her around a little bit and see how you like her cause if you don't ill take her back this afternoon." said my dad. My mom gave him the death glare though, here she goes with the tree hugging stuff again.

"You will do no such thing Dan. If he does not want her, we will let her go." said my mom in her final decision voice.

"Yes dear." said my dad. He is such a push over.

"Let me take that for you mistress Kelsey." said the slave taking my moms empty plate and bringing it to the sink.

"Thank you sweety." said my mom. Turning her chair she looked at me. "Will, today you are going to go to the library and get a book of names so we came name our new friend." There was no room for arguing.

"Ok mom." i said glaring at the slave.

Why did she need a name anyway? She was just a slave.