This is the first Rp i have started on this site so I hope I did it right))
They treated us no better than cattle or pigs. They'd encourage us to have children and then rip the family apart, selling the family members to different plantations. Children never saw their parents again. We were fed rations only enough to keep us from starving and it was the same meager fare every day. If you didn't work hard enough you got whipped, if you made mistakes you got whipped and heaven help you if they caught you trying to run away. They'd whip you until your back was a bloody mass of open flesh in front of everyone else. Like I said. Worse than cattle. We slept on bare wooden floors with thin blankets and rose at the crack of dawn to work all day.
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Its time for acting, no more being treated better than cattle and pigs. No more tearing families apart. No more selling your family, getting whipped and wishing you were dead. None of it, we are free. We will stand together and hide our secrets till we can find the one who we can tell all our secrets to. Weather it be a girlfriend, boyfriend, or even a best friend.
We have all ran away from something in the past, weather it be a slave country, or even a slave family. And surprisingly, and yet un-surprisingly we end up in the same town. The City of Kyrima, where all your dreams are about to come true...
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Syrha looked around the empty shop. Or the almost empty coffee shop, besides the cashier and some guy in the far back reading a news paper she was here alone. She ordered a caramel frappe and sat down at one of the middle tables pulling out a book. She arrived int he city early in the morning now it was almost 12... The city of Kyrimna not as fun as she thought it would be.
They treated us no better than cattle or pigs. They'd encourage us to have children and then rip the family apart, selling the family members to different plantations. Children never saw their parents again. We were fed rations only enough to keep us from starving and it was the same meager fare every day. If you didn't work hard enough you got whipped, if you made mistakes you got whipped and heaven help you if they caught you trying to run away. They'd whip you until your back was a bloody mass of open flesh in front of everyone else. Like I said. Worse than cattle. We slept on bare wooden floors with thin blankets and rose at the crack of dawn to work all day.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
Its time for acting, no more being treated better than cattle and pigs. No more tearing families apart. No more selling your family, getting whipped and wishing you were dead. None of it, we are free. We will stand together and hide our secrets till we can find the one who we can tell all our secrets to. Weather it be a girlfriend, boyfriend, or even a best friend.
We have all ran away from something in the past, weather it be a slave country, or even a slave family. And surprisingly, and yet un-surprisingly we end up in the same town. The City of Kyrima, where all your dreams are about to come true...
~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~
Syrha looked around the empty shop. Or the almost empty coffee shop, besides the cashier and some guy in the far back reading a news paper she was here alone. She ordered a caramel frappe and sat down at one of the middle tables pulling out a book. She arrived int he city early in the morning now it was almost 12... The city of Kyrimna not as fun as she thought it would be.
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