Elizabeth's unsteady glare was focused on the floor in front of her, her fingers twirling the leather bracelet around her wrist unconsciously. She had arrived at the grand house just hours before, and in those short hours she had been instructed to change into the white dress she wore now. Her hair had also been put in a braid at some point, but she wasn't sure exactly when that was. Now she stood in one of the hallways, ignoring the slaves that were bustling around her. Nobody stopped to tell her what was happening, or where she was. None of them even looked at her for more then a second. She let out a sigh of both depression and frustration, and was considering trying to escape through one of the windows, when she was brought out of thought from somebody finally speaking to her.
"Hello, Elizabeth, and welcome to hell. Sorry, but I'm going to have to have any personal possessions you have on you." The blonde looked up in horror at the hand that was held out in front of her. The bracelet was all she had, but it was given to her by her mom a long time ago. Then there was always the problem of being punished for not doing something, as the mistress had warned her about when she had bought her. Closing her eyes for a second to mull it over, the option to run from the castle-like home was looking better and better. She got ready to dash away, but at the last second she found herself dropping the leather bracelet into the dark-haired slave's hand. She closed her eyes again, this time to prevent tears from spilling over.
No, strong. You have to be strong. Elizabeth mentally scolded herself, opening her eyes yet again and clenching her jaw. The female still hadn't left. She probably had to show her around, or something. She did only remember seeing a small amount of the house, which included the kitchen, and a small room that must serve as her bedroom. Her eyes darted around the hallway, yet the same image was still there. Slaves everywhere, whether they be cleaning or trying to get to another part of the household. One boy walking by caught her eye. His pasty skin was covered in bruises, and his bones seemed to stick out of his body like he hadn't eaten in years. A small whimper of fear escaped her lips, not wanting to end up looking like the boy. She never was one to be self absorbed in appearance, but she always had thought she was rather pretty and wanted to stay that way.
Suddenly, she felt a gnawing pain in her stomach as she remembered how hungry she was. She desperately wanted to ask for some food, but kept her mouth shut and ignored her hunger. After all, she never exactly ate like royalty before. Mostly scraps, and anything that was cheap enough to be bought in the small budget they had. The thought of living in the shack didn't exactly give her a nostalgic feeling. Not like her dad would be looking for her anyway. Most likely celebrating he had one less mouth to feed. The blonde dropped her eyes back to the floor, wanting more then anything for her to suddenly wake up and find that this whole day was just a nightmare. Sadly, it didn't work that way. She would have to make the best of it.
"Can you call me Ellie?" Elizabeth blurted out, thinking that if she had to stay here at last she could make some good out of it. Just a little at a time. She reluctantly brought her eyes up to look at the other girl, remembering her mom's constant reminders on manners. She almost smiled at the thought, but decided against it at the last second as she saw all the slaves, who had faces clean of emotion. She didn't want to stick out anymore then she already did.