The slave of Mr. Alejandro
Isabella's Scream

Isabella occupied a small room, so stuffy. Much better rooms ahead of time when staying at the Thompson residence. He was grateful that this moment could still breathe. Even though the next days he will go through with difficulty.

This morning he woke up with a crumbling body. I don't know how long the owner's been enjoying his body. Isabella did not remember it, so attached was only a pain and torment.

Not allowed to rest his body even for a moment, Isabella had to start working in the big house. A house that looks like an old castle outside, yet is very beautiful inside. But baby, the beauty of the house he could only see last night. Isabella was placed in a different building, where the slaves were.

Those who are called slaves, in unison use a dull brown uniform. While a waiter, in a black uniform in a combination of white.

The difference is obvious. Slaves work for a lifetime without earning a wage, just being fed properly is enough. Unlike a waiter who earns a monthly wage. Not only that, a slave was forbidden to set foot in the main house. They're employed in the dirty. Such as gardening, cleaning horse stables, bathing horses and cleaning grass on land that is not small.

"Who's your name?" the butler asked the new slave, Isabella.

"Isabella.." replied Isabella.

"You new here?" she asked, and Isabella just nodded. "Do you know your job?"

Isabella shakes. He doesn't know what to do yet.

"Hulsa!" shouted the butler. The thick-bodied woman ran over.

"Yes Miss Greta.."

"Today you cleaned the stables, right? bring this new kid. Show him what he has to do."

"Yes, miss.."

Isabella followed Hulsa. There are many slaves who are carrying out their own activities.

The vineyard fills the landscape of Isabella. Not only that, sheep farms, babbi, and a kind of poultry also crowded the vast land.

"Who's your name? why did it end up being a slave, were you sold by your family or your husband?" Hulsa tried to accede to the new slave who was following her.

Isabella frowned, why Hulsa could know that she was the victim who was sold by close relatives.

"Don't look at me like that. Many have similar fate here. I was sold by my father because I was in debt" said Hulsa. It was common knowledge, slaves living in the Spencer family's residence were average people who had become a victim of the greed of the closest people. For the sake of money, they are willing to trade for humans. There are also those from brothels, sold by pimps because they cannot make money, not sold by customers.

Isabella smiled faintly. "My name is Isabella, you can call me Isabel. It seems we are the same." he replied.

"Oh so it seems." said Hulsa. "You look beautiful, what a pity to end up being a slave." Hulsa could see the beauty on Isabella's face. His skin was clean with a pale white color. Her hair looks well too. Only his clothes look shabby. Hulsa is convinced that if Isabella wears expensive clothes, Isabella will look like a noble girl.

"My fate is bad, maybe it's a fate line." why have a beautiful face if the fate is so sad. Living in poverty, full of torture. Now even the torment increased, becoming a slave to the desire of the man who owned this big house.

"Don't think about it, you're here working well, then your life will be safe. We don't have to think about anything. Just need to be happy to enjoy the rest of life." said Hulsa.

Isabella nodded. "Yes, you're right." Isabella doesn't want to be locked up in this place forever. He wants to meet his mother. "Emm.. Are we not allowed out of this place at all?"

"After I am not allowed to go out, his life is only around plantations and farms. Entering the main house is prohibited." he explained.

"That's it.." Isabella's two shoulders shed instantly. It's so hard to get out of this house, it means he can't see his mother anymore. Isabella hopes that Catalina holds onto her word, will not harm her mother.

Isabella follows Hulsa's line of sight. He remembered that figure. The man who took his crown last night. "Who is he?"

"You don't know?" Hulsa still lowered her voice. "He's our employer. Mr. Alejandro. Handsome right? even all the women here admire his good looks."

"Oh." That second, Isabella only found out the name of the man who had exhausted her last night.

***

At night, Isabella's door was knocked. Isabelle, who was almost asleep, woke up again.

"Dome!" apparently Emma came to him.

"Prepare, Mr. Ale wants you tonight" he said.

Isabella is back moody, tonight she will be the warmer of Mr. Alejandro. Wanted to refuse, but Isabella knew herself. The slave seemed to be able to resist the wishes of his master.

Emma covers Isabella's body with a blanket. No one should know that Isabella is the woman of Mr. Alejandro. In front of him, Mark guided Emma and Isabella, walking quietly through a path that not just anyone could pass.

Before Mr. Alejandro came to the room, Isabella was prepared in advance to make it more fresh and attractive.

Isabella's heart skipped a beat, Markus and Emma had left the room. Now he is alone, awaiting the arrival of master Alejandro.

Door opens. Footsteps sounded closer. Isabella's body stiffened as she felt her master standing behind her. Without a cue, the burly arm pulled his sleeping pajama rope, until it escaped and lay on the floor.

Alejandro stepped up, circled Isabella's innocent body, then stood right in front of Isabella who was now bowed.

"Tonight don't let me down" he said, clamping Isabella's chin so Alejandro could look at her pretty face. Likewise with Isabella, this time she could see the face of her master clearly. It is true what Hulsa said, Alejandro is very handsome. But, Isabella's hatred for the man would not be broken just because of good looks. Isabella hated the man who forcibly took her chastity!

Alejandro's face approached, inhaling Isabella's delicate scent, then whispered. "Who's your name?"

With a trembling mouth, Isabella answered. "Ishabella..."

"Ishabella..." Alejandro scooped Isabella's lips greedily. His hand played the other part.

Initially the game was done gently, but over time the game felt so painful for Isabella. Alejandro did not hesitate to grab, strangle, and then call him jallang.

"Reply me! Jallang!" yelled Alejandro while racing violently. Isabella is like a statue that does not want to return the touch.

"Jallang shit!" alejandro. Isn't it an honor for a slave to be able to get on his bed?

Isabella's silence was very offensive to the master. There are so many women out there who want it, then why would a slave dare to ignore it? Alejandro doesn't accept that!

"Well, you're the one who asked me to be rude!" yells.

Not a sigh was heard from the room, but the screams of Isabella who groaned in pain.