A Friendship With The Slave
“Why have you been avoiding me Silver?”
Words stuck in Silver’s throat at the question. She didn’t know what to say to him. How would she explain that she had a festering hatred in her heart for him? He took away her freedom, by making her a slave.
What else did he expect that she would do? Have tea in the evenings with him, while they discussed business? She shook her head lightly, averting her eyes to her small hands on her lap, twisting them nervously.
Even with the fact that Rodriguez had only addressed her with the gentlest of voice that evening, she still felt fear being in his presence. The overwhelming urge to submit to him still wrapped around her threateningly.
“I’m sorry.” Was all she could say in a whisper.
“What was that?” Rodriguez asked, lif
