James was made to sit on the floor of the carriage even though there were empty seats available. He was at knee's length with the butler and Zahira.
"Now boy, lick my show clean." she said with a glint of superiority in her eyes, not even remembering James's name.
"I'd rather not" he replied in a rebellious tone. James knew she thought of him no better than a dog who she had complete dominance over.
As soon as James failed to comply with her order, Zahira put her leg over his head and crushed him into the carriage making him land in a kowtow position. What was interesting was even under such force the carriage remained undamaged while James had blood trickling sown his ear.
"How the HELL did she do that" James inwardly screamed, the pain becoming very hard to endure. "I don't have a chance against her."
"When we get home, we will see how much you can take." Zahira sounded like she was going to have the time of her life toying with him.
After some time, the carriage reached the estate of the Smith family. As Zahira allowed James to get up, he observed the surroundings from the window. They entered through a big grill design gate with the family crest of the Smiths in the middle which was just the initials SM in bold characters.
"Hey Noah, I was wondering why can I completely understand and speak the language of this world. Is it English? Shouldn't the dialect be different?"
"It's one of my special features." Noah answered. He continued "I can make you understand every language; all of them will seem like English."
"Well that's a handy feature.
When they entered the property, James saw a beautiful garden with well-trimmed bushes and houses built behind them. The estate looked like a circle from above. There was only one entrance. The maids and butlers' quarters were located around the main mansion. The walls acted as a wall of defense against enemy attacks.
In the middle of the huge estate was a big white mansion made of white brick walls and marble floors on the outside. The inside was covered with red carpet with many paintings of the heroic acts the Smith family has accomplished and the portraits of their ancestors.
The group entered the main mansion and James was once again 'escorted' to the basement while Zahira went off somewhere. The basement was lit by torches and had small rooms were people were living in the same conditions at that in the slave market.
James peeked in one of the rooms through a little window in the door like those seen in maximum security prisons. What he saw was not a pretty site. A small boy was lying on the floor even though there was a bed provided. His hand was covering his face and he was muttering two words repeatedly "not again, not again not AGAIN"
The boy saw James peeking through the window. "SAVE YOURSELF RUN NOW RUNNN" said the barely 7-year-old boy.
"Move along" said the butler pushing James away from the window. James didn't heed the boy's warning and started walking just as the butler said.
After another minute, they reached a room with a burning furnace and chains on the roof and the floor. James was strapped into the chains and made to sit in a kneeling position.
The butler put in an iron rod with the initials SM on the end and put the end of the rod into the surface. After the rod was hot enough, James's shoulder was stamped with the rod printing the words SM.
"F**k" screamed James. "If you think that's bad wait till the mistress comes. I bet you will pass out after 5 minutes. The other butlers bet on 2 when they saw your body." said the butler with a treacherous look on his face.