Life went like a blur before my eyes. I don't know why or how. How do you get to explain to anyone out in the world that you've just been auctioned out to a black Mistress and Master, and that the life you once had is yours no longer. It feels like a dream, it sounds even ridiculous to believe. My life as I once knew was never going to return to me anymore. No one was going to come to my aid and rescue me from the nightmare I was in. The other white slaves have been there months and years before me and they had learned to accept what they now were. I thought at first they'd been drugged or something, that there was something in the food they ate that turned their minds, but nothing like such was true. Who was I to think I wouldn't end up likewise? The early days took some getting used to: