Fenced In

I’s in the ramshackle cabin, waitin’ for the Master.  We meet there every night.  It’s far from the big house and nobody can hear us makin’ noises when we havin’ sex. 

I don’t like givin’ ma self to a man I ain’t married to ‘cause the minister says that anyone who has sex and they ain’t married, they gon go to Hell and I don’t want to go to Hell but I can’t say no to the Master.  The last time I did, he beat me.  I’s still black and blue.  No, I ain’t got no choice.

97 Words

This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.

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