The Great Slave Revolt of '62 (( closed for hells_fury ))

[Powerdog16]

<< reserved for Hells_Fury>>

"Look... Master George is leaving!" Carter said as he walked to the back of the slave huts and whispered, "Look...."

Carter walked around the corner to meet up with the other slaves and illegal indentured servants to spread the news! The event of the day was George McDill heading off to war. It was held with mixed emotion.

His twin sister and younger brother, 20 year old Delilah McDill and 13 year old Charles McDill both carried hankies in one hand and their brother in the other in a big family hug. It was obvious they were heartbroken at their brothers answer to arms. On the other hand, the slaves were all secretly pleased that he was leaving... particularly Momma Fredna. She was pleased most of all to get that sleezeball man away from her.

Carter was pissed at George most of all! Fredna had been his wife and George could not have respected that at all! To make matters worse, he was often strung up and whipped till his wife finally gave in and fucked that scum...

He hated George and that was an understatement. He would have killed him in an instant... had he thought he could get away with it. Finally they slaves watched the brother leave on his white steed in his Confederate uniform and Carter prayed that he died in battle in the most painful way possible.

He turned his attention to the rest of the family and slave handler. The kids watched him leave, then they both took each other and went inside. THe slave handler, Tim, realized that the slaves were goofing and headed over to send them back to work...

It was as Carter watched the women head inside, did he begin to think of a plan...

 

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Delilah walked back into the house. She had no idea what she was going to do now. All the men gone except her little brother, barely anyone to help, having to deal with the slaves. She was stressed to say the least. She was suppose to be the lady of the house, she was not suppose to be stressed. Going into her private bathroom she cleaned her self up and decided it time she talked to the slaves. She had to demand respect she knew that.

Walking down her hall and out side she approached where they were all gathered. "Ok, listen up" she. Cleared her. Throat tears still in her eyesd, her brother was a horrible man she knew that but he had taken care of everything. Even if he had done questionable things to her and the slaves he still had been the man of the house. "Alright you all know your duties and what is to be done I expect it to be done before dinner. Tonight we will be having a good meal and if you all want to eat and enjoy your food then I suggest you get your work done before I serve dinner." With that she left.

Delilah sat on the patio looking out at her land. Oh how she missed her mother, things were so different when she was here. No cruelty took place everyone even the slaves were happy. But with her father and brother being two cruel men so much had changed. Her job had become pleasing them, with whatever they said. Turning a blind eye when they did unspeakable acts. She had come to hate herself. But in her mind that was a safe place to be.

She looked over at her younger brother playing with the kids. He still had his innocence and she planned on keeping it that way. Screams drew her attention though and she watched her handler kill one of the slaves, the woman. She couldn't stop her own scream and ran out there to see what happened. Looking at the woman more tears welled in her eyes. "Why" she asked him sternly. His simple answer came. "Because she was not following orders" with that she knew better to make a scene here in front of the slaves and workers so she returned to the house. Turning another blind eye.

 

[Powerdog16]

Carter was FURIOUS! Blind RAGE was more appropriate for what he was filling!!!! Fredna had been nothing but magnificant to everyone! Even that piece of crap Slave Handler Tim! He raced across the field, dropping to his knees and pulling his wife into his arms... his arms became covered in blood... his wife's blood!!!

He looked up and found the slave handler turning his back to him, talking to the women! His rage went into overdrive!!! He spotted his bowie knife on his belt! He grabbed at it, pulling it out with a schlict sound and then buried it into Tim's side.... over and over again!!!!

He was in a blood rage stabbing him over and over... 26 times before the other slaves were able to finally pull him off of the dead slave trainer! With his blood soaked hands holding a knife covered in blood and meat.... he turned his attention towards the woman and boy.... stepping their way! He said, "Get them!"

He watched the two whites run towards the mansion!! But they were not fast enough... the boy was captured first kicking and screaming!!! Carter walked towards the boy and put the bloody knife to his throat as the girl ran inside. He said, "Where you going sugah? If you want this boy to see another day... you come right back out here! NOW!!!!"

 

[hells_fury]

Delilah stopped dead in her tracks and swallowed the lump in her throat before turning around to face him. She knew the voice it was Carter and she couldn't fathom the rage that had to be rushing through him. She held her head high even with tears streaming down her place. Everything was wrong here, none of this ever should have happened. Slowly she turned around to face him. Walking back with cautious steps and a tear stained face she looked at him boldly. In the instant where she saw her brother who was like a son to her with a knife to his throat all fear fled her, all she felt was the same rage she was sure was coursing through the one holding the knife.

" Do not hurt an innocent child carter, if you want to hurt any one then take it out upon me, but not a child."

She said, trying to make her voice as even as she could with out cracking. She wanted to just drop and cry where she stood to give up and if it had only been her she probably would have. But she couldn't with her brother, her son involved now. She stood there staring at Carter. He was covered in blood and looked insane. She had no idea what he was up to, but he wasn't the typical slave in the south, no he was intelligent, cunning, he had a mind, and he was educated. She knew all of this.

Delilah took deep steadying breaths as the tears still fell. She couldn't stop, everything around her was broken, everything inside of her broken. All she had was this child, and now his life was at stake. She cried for it all as she stood there. Not moving, her thoughts going a mile a minute.

"Carter please, he has done nothing to you, any of you. Please let him go. I am......... ...... Begging you."

she said as she stood there. One word stuck in her mind begging there were only two other men she begged to stop and well neither here any more. Now once again she had to beg, all her dignity gone, all her honor turned to trash. But she held her head high and waited, she had no choice any longer. Of course she never really did.

 

[Powerdog16]

"Carter please, he has done nothing to you, any of you. Please let him go. I am......... ...... Begging you."

Carter could think of nothing but putting that blade through that boy! He was part of the family that had destroyed his!?!?!?! He needed to kill the boy! So, why was he not dead yet! His eyes opened from their narrow tear stained slits as he realized his hand was trembling! He couldn't kill this boy. He didn't do anything wrong?

His grip on the boy eased up enough for Charles to ease out and run to his older sisters protective arms. Everyone's eyes were on Carter. He was the one who had suffered the most that night! Not a eye blinked, not a muscle twitched as everyone waited to see what he would do next...

Carter lifted his other hand to his eyes, trying to wipe away the tears only to smear blood on his face in the process. He said, "I... can't hurt that boy... I am not like your brother... or that slave boss!!"

His mind raced... recalling all the times when she had been a silent witness to all the travesties that he and all of his other brothers on the slave farm had been through. Not to mention all the white poor folk that her father had tricked onto the lands to work for him. He turned his eyes towards her and said, "But you... You I can hurt!"

He walked towards her angrily! Charles in an act of heroism leapt out in between them, only to be knocked away hard by Carter! He grabbed Delilah's neck at the base and pressed the knife to her throat!!! He glared with hatred in his eyes!!!! She was going to die!

So why was she not dead yet. Fredna's ghostly words crept through his mind. His eyes widened and he backed up... tossing the knife to the ground. He remembered what his wife had told him once and it changed everything. He said, "Tom, Luke... take her to her room. Make sure she stays there. George, Mike... take Charles back to the slave huts... make sure he is not hurt or touched!"

Without saying another word, he turned and headed to the trough, tearing off his shirt and started washing his body off from the blood he had spilt....

 

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Delilah was shocked she heard his words and next thing she knew his hand was on her throat. She stared at him tears staining her face as she stood there. Refusing to scream, if she was going to die the she would staring her murderer In the eyes. She was a brave woman and she was tired of being timid and week. No that was not going to do. So she stared at Carter for what felt like an eternity.

Then he dropped her she heard his words and saw the men taking her brother away. She stared at Carter as the men approached her. Not letting them touch her she hiked her skirt up and stormed to her room. This was ridiculous being over taken by men, her a woman of stature, of dignity... Her thoughts stopped as she thought about the type of woman she was.

Getting into her room she slammed her door and locked it behind her. Deciding she best get comfy she began taking her dresses off. Finding a pair of pants her brother had left in her room she pulled them on, the jeans barely hanging off of her hips and staying up. Her top she had no choice but to keep her corset on. She sat on her bed looking at herself. Going and sitting at her mirror she combed out her tangled hair and pulled it back into a tight pony tail.

She loved her hair but her brother and father hated it. She looked at herself in the mirror tracing her hands along her curves she had that hour glass shape, along with her ass and chest she wondered how. Her mother was not curvaceous but she was. Shaking her head she pressed her thoughts back and slipped on a pair of flats. She didn't know what they intended with her but if they hurt her brother, her son they would fully understand her wrath. She would burn it all down even with her inside everyone would die.

 

[Powerdog16]

Carter had finished cleaning up and then got up and walked towards the huts, ensuring that Charles was taken care of. He found the boy sitting on a bed, his bed actually and walked towards him. Charles was terrifed as he approached, the now clean bowie knife tucked into the sheath on his waist. He had taken the sheath off of Tim, and then also took his pistol and tucked it into his trousers.

He said, "How you doin kid?"

Charles sized him up a bit and realized that he was very dangerous... just not sure how dangerous. He had watched slaves being beaten and killed in the past, but this had been his first white person... and it terrified him. In his mind, it was impossible for a black man to kill a white man. He said, "I... I am okay sir..."

"It is just Carter, Charles... just like always. Can I get you something?" Carter asked.

"W... water please?" the boy said terrified.

Carter stared at him a moment and then got up, poured up some water into a glass and handed it to him. He then turned and headed out of the hut and towards the mansion.

Paul and Simon, two of the newer slaves walked up to him and said, "Boss Carter? ummm...what is the plan? We can't stay here. We should head north! But..."

Carter paused, looked at them and said, "We's stayin right here! At least for now."

"But what if..." a dozens things could have popped up when Carter raised his hand and said, "We is stayin here. For now. That house has gold in it. We are going to get that gold and then head west... to California or something... were there is no slaves. But I need time to think..."

He turned and climbed up the stairs and into the house. This had been his forth time to come in and every time had been nerveracking. He made it up the stairs and found his boys standing by the door. He walked to the door and then tried to get in. It was locked! He pounded on it and said, "Open this door or I am going to kick it down!"

 

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Delilah got up, fear was no longer there any more. No now she was just agitated and annoyed. Walking over to the door she opened it. Crossing her arms across her chest she stared at this man who had taken Charles away from her. She sized him up and pursed her lips. She was no longer trying to hide a thing. No fear and hiding were not in her agenda, if they hurt Charles she would burn the house down, with the gold and all of them inside. She didn't care, Charles was her world and that was her only concern now.

"Where is Charles?"

She asked him, her tone flat and void of all emotion. Her eyes showing a rage and concern only a mother could convey. Part of her, the part that had been comfortable wanted to curl up and just cry, but Charles was at stake so she could not afford to do that now. Delilah had never been viewed and strong, she was simply a woman. But after being beat, raped, tortured by the only two men she ever loved she had became so much more.

She educated herself. With books any that she could find, listening to conversations between the men. Yes she had become more than what anyone knew besides her. He thoughts raced and her heart was thumping like a horses hooves galloping. She couldn't break, not now, not in front of him. But the tears came and so did more frustration. His silence drove her mad.

"Damn it Carter where is he?"

She said in an out rage, but did not move where she was. She held her place and held her composure the best that she could have. Her breathing became deep and purposeful, as she calmed her heart, and her thoughts she looked around, two slaves, acting as guards and Carter made three, that left 5 other slaves and 3 of the workmen. They had control for now she thought. But the food would lessen, crops would die, and they couldn't really just stroll into the market. Eventually something would happen and she would have a plan for when it did. She paid attention to the sounds and her surroundings now. Taking it all in.

 

[Powerdog16]

Carter looked at her and said, "Charles is fine. So long as you do what I tell you to do, Charles will remain fine." He then walked towards her, looking into her eyes, along her hair, her shoulders, and general body structure. He put his hand to her face and said, "You look just like her...."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about his wife, laying on a table near the slave huts waiting for a hole to be dug. He had seen his friends and family murdered before... just not like this and not this personally. His lip trembled with the sadness in his eyes and he saw her notice that. Her eyes softened a bit too...

He cleared his throat, walled up his emotions as best he could and then grew hard in the face. He said, "Listen girl. We are hungry... it is time to eat." He turned, took her arm and pushed her out the door, where he led her down the stairs, through the dining room and into the kitchen. Fredna's apron hung on a nail and whipped gently in the breeze.

Carter's eyes whelled up in tears again and he quickly walled them up. My god he had to keep control of himself. He said, "Your hire killed the cook for this house. Now it is your job." He walked over, picked up the apron, turned and looked at her, thumbing the material in his hand and envisioning Fredna in it ringing the triangle and hollaring 'DINNER!!'

His hand trembled as he reached out and handed it to Delilah. He said, "Now you cooking for us."

 

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Delilah watched Carter carefully his words confused her. What did he mean she looked just like her? It ran through her mind over and over. She did not resemble her mother, her hair to curly her complexion coming from her dads line of the family. What was he talking about. She lost all track of everything looking in his eyes and seeing the pain. She had planned on helping Fredna cook tonight, she had wanted to talk to her. The only other woman around. She had wanted to make an amends with her, with them all. But now that could not happen. Fredna had always been so kind to her and when she first saw what her brother had done, tears welled in her eyes. That was the night she lost her innocence. She tried stopping him, begged her father to stop it, and because of her actions she had been punished.

She shook her head as she realized she was in the kitchen swallowing hard and wiping away her tears she put the apron on and tied it behind her waist. Walking over to the sink she washed her hands. Scrubbing and scrubbing them, with all of the memories now haunting her she felt filthy. She finished washing her hands and went to the pantry pulling out ears of corn, potatoes, peas. Going to the ice house she pulled out the chicken and got all of the things she needed to prepare it.

"If your that hungry ill need some help. If I do this all on my own you will have more than a few hours to wait."

She said to him softly as she heated the oven and prepared the chicken. Placing that into the oven she walked back to the sink and began peeling the potatoes. In truth she loved cooking, but her father and her brother insisted that, that was not her place. Well damn them to hell, she thought to her self. A soft hidden smile upon her face as she continued peeling the potatoes.

She heard the screams break out and saw the confederate soldiers marching swallowing hard she knew they were going to stop and talk to her they always did. She looked at Carter and became serious very quickly, putting on a stone face as she always did.

"If you want them to leave us alone you will have to let me speak to them, they know me and will trust my word."

She said quietly to him as she stood there wiping her hands off on the apron.

"I am still the woman of this house and we don't have much time."

She said as she waited for him to decide. Tapping her foot on the floor she looked at him impatience showing clearly in her eyes.

 

[Powerdog16]

Carter looked out that window and his heart raced! If those soldiers where to figure out what was going on, it was all over! His mind raced as she suggested she talk to them. But could he trust her?!?!? Would she just go out and scream out about the revolt...? Of courses he would? That is what he would do if he were in her shoes?

THey were in a world of hurt at that moment and he made his decision, praying it was the right one. He walked towards her and said, "You tell them all is well then you get back here immediately! If I see any trouble what so ever, your brother pay for your mistake!"

He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her out the kitchen foor to the front door and then said, "Mark my words woman! You tell them anything, I kill your brother myself! Now go!"

Once she was on her way out the door, he turned and headed to the back entrance. It would have been suspicious seeing a slave walking out the front door. He quickly walked along, trying not to look panicked till he reached the hut. He peeked around the corner watched and waited... All eyes were on Delilah....

 

[hells_fury]

Delilah rolled her eyes at his threats. She was tired of it, tired of men and their power trips, their egos, and their barking orders at her. She was a lady and she should be treated as one. But she put on the best smile she could muster and strolled out side her hips swaying back and forth. She walked up to the man in front the one she was positive was in charge.

"Good evening gentlemen"

She said sweetly as she heard all of their responses she had a few strange looks but sh smiled shaking her head.

" You will have to forgive me attire, I have been in the garden all day, I have a plantation to run gentlemen and I am sorry I don't have time to sit talk. But please be safe and bring our boys home."

She said to them all a bright smile on her face. As they rode off she waved them good bye like any good southern women would. Walking back to the house she went to the kitchen and returned to peeling potatoes. Tears in her eyes as she began to worry about Charles once more and re-played the day over and over again in her mind.

Slipping with the knife she caught her finger. "Damn it" she breathed out dropping the knife and the food and going to hold her hand with a towel to stop the bleeding tears filled her eyes, falling freely from her face. The frustration, the sadness, the day was becoming to much for her. Finally she broke down. Falling to the floor she let it all go, her finger still bleeding, but she couldn't help it, this was the first moment she had alone.

 

[Powerdog16]

Carter made his way back to the mansion after the Confederates were well out of site only to find her sitting on the floor, bleeding at her hand, crying. He walked quickly over to her and grabbed her hand, examining the injury and was relieved to find it was only a cut on her finger and nothing more serious.

He then realized her mental state and walked to the water pump in the corner of the kitchen and pumped some fresh water into a glass. He came back and handed it to her. Carter said, "Take this... drink."

She did as he bid of her and then helped her to her feet. He said, "You okay now?" He was feeling surprisingly ... sad about her mental state. She had been through so much... seen too much... and yet there was more she did not know. He wandered how she would take it if he told her what he knew...

"What going on? Paul said from the doorway of the kitchen.

Carter turned and said, "Give her a minute. Let her calm down..."

George walked up behind him as well as Tom and said, "We need to know... this was too close! She needs to tell us..."

"I says give me a minute and I will!" Carter said, positioning himself protectively between her and them.

"NO!!!" George walked in. He was the biggest, strongest, and tallest of all the slaves on the farm, which made him far more valuable on the slave markets. He grabbed Delilah by the arm, pulled her towards him and said, "The safe! We need the combination to the safe! Give it to us woman!"

 

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Delilah was surprised by Carter's kindness towards her. She had not expected that as she became calmer another issue arouse. Staring into the slaves eyes who had grabbed her she looked at him her face somber her finger dripping blood on the floor as she analyzed her position. She looked at him as a woman would to a man who just killed her baby.

"Oh I'm sure you would love that combination there. But you see I just can't think of it right now. I'm in shock and have forgotten it all you see. If you ever want that comb I suggest you let me go and mind your manners. I'm cookin ya'll diner now. I have something you want and ill give it to you when I so please to. Oh and if you touch Charles I don't care if I live after that so try me. Now I highly suggest you let go of me. And so help me you touch him you will never forget what takes place after that. Remember that, this is no threat, this is a promise."

Her words were stern, her eyes ice cold as she stood there furious. As his hand fell she smiled nodded like a lady and returned to her task of dinner. Looking back over her shoulder.


"If ya'll want to eat before the sun rises I could use an extra hand here"

She said in a sweet little southern tone. She had snapped she knew it. She was loosing her grip on things, including her mind. Humming a tune her mother use to when cooking she went on her merrily little way. Her back straight her posture perfect. Showing how curvaceous and toned she truly was as she went on about her duties. Almost as if nothing was wrong as if she did this every night. Delilah had finally been pushed to far and knew her fire would burn a lot hotter than theirs would.

 

[Powerdog16]

Carter took George's hand and attempted to pry it off her. George was strong as an ox, dumb as one too, and he had the temper of a wildcat! George only released his grip on her, not because of Carter, but because he chose to. George glared at her, shooting daggers into her as he turned and said, "Let's go boys. Carter... you seem so apt to protect her... you cook dinner with her."

Carter was taken back by George's command. IT was not like him to give commands of any kind. He took them, did what he was told and then went about his business. Once the men were gone, Carter turned to her and watched her return to cooking dinner. She hummed a tune that his wife had hummed just this morning for breakfast and he felt his eyes water a bit too. He closed his eyes a moment and just for a moment, could almost invision her right there.

But the vision quickly went away as a bowl of pototoes were shoved into his arms. "Get to peeling Carter!" He heard her say.... He didn't ask a question... or even raise an eyebrow as he walked to the table, picked up the first potato and got to peeling...

 

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Delilah couldn't help the smile on her face. She didn't know why but she was happy that he was the one to help her. She went on humming her tune. Going over she joined him at the table peeling the potatoes. She glanced at him a few times but under hooded eyes. Taking a few deep breaths she composed herself reminding herself of the harsh reality that was. Shaking her head she checked her emotions and went on preparing dinner.

"I'm sorry about frenda."

She said softly to him biting her bottom lip she went back to her task at hand. She was sorry, she didn't understand why it even happened if only she would of been there, if only she would of been out there rather than being on her lazy behind on the patio. She sat there tears welling in her eyes once more. She sat there with the silence.

 

[Powerdog16]

"You remind me a lot of her..." Carter said and then instantly shut up. He didn't mean to say that? Why did he just say that? He looked at hte potatoes and kept on skinning them. HE looked at her and said, "Charles it just fine. I check on him myself. He will be just fine... I promise you...."

After a long awkward silence he finally looked at her and said, "Ummm... I am sorry too." He looked at her and said, "Why did you hire him? Tim your slave handler? Didnt you know what kind of butcher he was? How many slaves he cost you and your family? Don't matter no more though I guess... I will meet him in hell one day and ask him myself."

He knew that was wear he would go one day. All murderers went to hell and that was what he was... a murderer. He finished the last potato and then poured water over them and set them to boil. He turned and watched her crying again. He invisioned Fredna crying just then and walked to her and put his hand to her face.

He gently turned her eyes up to his and say, "Don't you cry. I know you had a hard day, we all did. Carter here will take care of you... take real good care of you." It was in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss her.

 

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Delilah stared at him, this was the fist time she saw him as a man and not as a slave. She stood there silent. His words repeating over and over in her mind. She tilted her face more into his hand as she became lost in it. Never had she been touched gently, by any man. She looked at him tears still in her eyes.

"You don't have to go to hell Carter you can redeem yourself."

She said her breathing jagged as she spoke quietly to him. So much had happened, to much for her to handle. The tears came and would not go away. But she stood there still staring at this man that now stood with her, not against her in this moment. Realization of the matter slammed into her at once.

"Carter who is it I remind you of?"

She asked him quietly. She wanted to know her curiosity taking hold of her mind now. Taking deep and steadying breaths she placed her hand on his. Acting on her own now not caring about the world anymore. She looked at him with her tear stained face and gentle eyes. Swallowing hard she waited, waited for him to say something, to do something. Anything. The silence was killing her. No one was around all were out busy doing what they wanted now. But here they were. Here she was enslaved in her own home.

 

[Powerdog16]

"Carter who is it I remind you of?"

The words rocked him a bit. He had messed up when he said what he said. He gave a smile, weak but slightly reassuring and said, "No one Delilah. No one." He pushed the death of his wife aside and said, "We should probably finish dinner."

The rest of the evening went as uneventful as one could have expected under the circumstances. When the meal was ready, Carter called out and told the boys to come eat. He then told Luke and Paul to go get Charles and bring him to eat. He turned and could see the gratitude in her eyes for allowing her a moment with her brother. While they waited, Carter looked at her and said, "I am only letting this happen cuz you took care of the boys meal. If you do anything to sabotage yourself, I won't let him eat in here again... you get me girl?"

He got a nod from her as Charles was led in. He broke away from Luke and raced to his sister's arms and hugged her. He said, "Delilah! Are you okay? Are you okay?" His eyes were tear stained as well... knowing that this visit would be short and sweet....

 

[hells_fury]

Delilah held her brother tightly now fighting back her tears she told him things would be ok, hed be ok, he just had to listen to what the men told him. Finally they sat and began eating it was so silent at the table the men looking at ear as if she would be desert. She saw to men take her brother away when he finished and the tears came back.

She began clearing the table and cleaning up as everyone left. Once again she was alone and the tears came like a running faucet she scrubbed and scrubbed the dishes. Finally she had it clean. Sitting down at the table she dropped her head and just cried. Her brother was so scared and so innocent it made her sick. She had to get him out of this.

Her breathing shattered as her heart continued to break into a million little pieces. Everything was broken now, it had been for a long time. But now the war was within her own home. The kitchen was clean but she didn't want to move and set anyone off so she stayed put. Cleaning and re-cleaning the table as she continued to cry.

 

[Powerdog16]

Carter had left after dinner, making arrangements to bury his wife. The McDill plantation had a place sectioned off for the intent of burying the dead slaves after they had used them up. Carter would be damned if his wife would be put there. He looked around the back of the plantatation till he found a mighty oak tree. He knew the place well for the McDill children had played there. He chose a site so the grave would feel the sunset on it everyday and asked Tom to gather up a couple of slaves and help him dig.

45 minutes later, they had a hole deep enough for Fredna to be buried in. Two other slaves dug a hole in the slave pits for Tim the monster slave handler and dumped his body in it without any rights read or honors given. Monsters like him did not deserve to have honors at his death.

Once Fredna was wrapped up in cloth and carried to the hole, she was gently laid into the ground. He then asked for a quick pause and headed back into the kitchen, where he found Delilah sitting there looking as if she had cried every tear out of her face...for which she probably had. He looked at her and said, "I'm burying my wife. You going with me to watch."

He grabbed her by the arm and led her without resistance to the back property by the oak. All the slaves were out there watching save Paul who was watching Charles in the hut. George held dark daggers in his eyes for Delilah as she was led out to watch.

George and Delilah had grown up at about the same time frame. He had been bought and taken to the plantation when he was 8 and had been forced to watch the other kids grow up playing, eating fancy food, and treating him like garbage. So as he became a man, he grew to completely hate the McDills... every single one. He remembered the day his mind locked onto her for sexual fantasies too...

He had been heading out to take one last sack of cotten to the barn when he heard Delilah cry out angrily. She and her twin brother had been only 14 at the time, same age as him when he witnessed George pushing her into a pile of hay, tearing through her dressed and raping her right then and there. He had watched the entire thing and it had fixated hard in his mind. He wanted the same thing with her.

Carter led her to the middle of the field, with the other slaves and said, "Ms. Delilah. You got something you want to say bout Fredna?" The tone in Carter's voice said it all... he was not asking... he was telling.

 

[hells_fury]

Delilah stands there her head bowed as tears fill her eyes once again. Her thoughts race as the memories flood her mind. "Now child, you know your beautiful, you just ignore what them say, one day you'll see." A soft smile escaped her as she remembered Fredna and all the kind things she would say and so many she would do. Clearing her throat and swallowing hard Delilah tried to even out her breathing before she spoke.


"Fredna was a wonderful woman, she had a heart of gold, and I am sure that she has a place in heaven with God, because she was an angel. Fredna was more of a parent to me than my father, when my mother passed she was there to comfort me. She was always trying to get me to just be me hair and all." Swallows taking a deep breath as she cries. "She was like a mother to me, and my mother loved her. Fredna always had a smile no matter if there was no sun shine in sight she always saw the brighter side of things. She was an amazing woman and I am sure she is sitting on high with our Lord. May she rest piece."

Her words were broken as she stood there crying. Her heart felt as if it were going to come out of her chest it was beating so hard. Going over to the rose bush she picked three roses, and laid them with Fredna. The tears fell freely as she stood there looking down praying to God to take care of her in heaven. Her arms wrapped around her waist she looked over to Carter and then back to the ground. She could not even fathom what he was feeling.

She looked over at George and began wondering what happened. When they were younger the use to sneak off and play on the land. Where no one could see them, and they could just be kids. Now he was a man though, one who went through entirely to much pain and suffering, of course everyone here she could say the same about, but she had grown up with George he was her secret child hood friend. The tears fell as all the memories washed over her.

 

[Powerdog16]

Carter listened to her speak and when she finished her piece, he simply nodded and said, "Amen..." He was trembling in sadness and looked to George and said, "Can you please finish..."

George's eyes shifted from Delilah to Carter and went sympathic saying, "Of course Carter. You go inside and get some rest."

Carter walked to Delilah, took her arm and said, "Let's go." He walked her back to the manor and once inside, he said, "Thank you. Those words mean a lot to me... I am sure she is smiling up there right now for you..."

As they made it inside, he took her to her room and said, "You need to get some rest. Don't you do nothing foolish though. Okay. You need me? I be in your father's room."

He held the door open for her, then closed it and turned to walk away.

Luke looked up at him from the base of the stairs and said, "You think she okay up there by herself?"

"Keep watch on the boy. Keep the boy in check, she be in check too. I am going to get some sleep. You sleep too." Carter said as he turned and headed into the main bedroom.

Once inside, he broke down crying hard. Safe from anyone and anything hearing him. He let all his emotions out and poured down buckets of tears... He had only cried two times in his life. THe first was when he found out that he lost his daughter at childbirth. The second was when he lost his wife. Both times tore him in two....

 

[hells_fury]

Delilah went into her room silently. She had no energy left. Looking around her room she smiled as she saw a couple bowls of water waiting for her. Taking her hair down she ran the water through her hair rinsing it out. Taking off her clothing she sighed. She could not un-do the corset on her own. That was just not humanly possible. Walking out of her room she saw no one. Walking down the hall she approached her fathers room.

Stopping at the door she dropped her head. Taking a deep breath she looked up and pushed her now curly wet hair back. Her hair looking so much fuller with so much more body now. She loved her hair it went all the way down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. The memories of this room haunted her, it was at 9 years old her dad just about had her bald. He detested her hair, her skin, her. For the life of her she didn't understand. Of course when men began showing up wanting to court her.

Shaking her head she pressed her thoughts to the back of her mind and knocked on the door. She could not believe she was going to ask him to help her with this, but she had no choice she did not want to be stuck in it and have to sleep with the corset on her. So she stood there waiting holding her head high as she was about to make a fool out of herself.

 

[Powerdog16]

Carter heard the door knock and quickly got up and washed his face, walling up himself. He walked to the door and his eyes bulged open. He grabbed her arm and yanked her inside the room saying, "What on earth are you doing girl!?!?"

He slammed the door shut then spun her to face him, "Don't you know that is dangerous dressed this way.... " Carter then looks down her body as well knowing he shouldn't. She only wore a single corset and nothing else at all... her breasts pushed up the top and her ass rounded beautifully. He said, "Why are you here girl?"

He felt his heart racing as waited for her answer...