"You can't do that." I said sheepishly.
"Of course I can. You see, when you were born I went to my lawyer. I had my case. The jury heard my situation and decided to gave me to you. And that day I became your owner. I was given the right to do with you anything I please. In the eyes of the law you're not my son or your father's. You're simply a possession. A possession I can do everything with. The only rights you have are the rights I decided to give you myself."
I stood there frozen. I was hers, I always was.
"Look at me." I obeyed her, afraid if what she would do to me otherwise. "If you will obey you will live a normal life. I mean, as normal as being a slave can be. But if you disobey me, I will make your life a living hell. You understand?"
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