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His Doll

c h a p t e r t w o

"Who are you?" I say waking up "I haven't even seen you." I sit up. No answer. I stand up, I was a little wobbly but I manage. I open a door leading to some sort of room it had nothing in it. Just a bed. In the middle. I close the door going to a different door. It lead to the living room, I turned the light on. Sitting on the couch I snuggled with a pillow.
I herd a noise i quickly look behind me. I see a tall man with curly brown hair laying on his face making his emerald-greed eys pop. I slightly smile making him show a set of dimples. "Who are you?" I ask "Your master" he says instantly making me unhappy "your not my master" i snap. He comes over to me, unbuttening my shirt. "Oh ya than whats this" He points to a tattoo om the right corner of my stumick. It says 'Property of HS'
I galped. Is this what i was givin a life for. To be property again. "16 more hr.s and i can do what ever i want" i frown. What does he mean? He turns the lights out. I sat there and thought about this.
What is my porpose? Why was i givin a life? What will happen to me?
Unfortunotly i couldnt anwser the imposible.
I started drifting asleep.

Notes

Uh oh! What will happen?
Find out in c h a p t e r t h r e e!
Harrys slave~

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