Chapters sixteen and seventeen are special branch off chapters (they won't affect the story).
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Craig's pov= Luke, Jonathan, Evan, Brock, Tyler have accents
Luke or Tyler's pov= Craig and Brian have accents

♢♡Luke♡♢

Having Marcel as a personal slave turned out to be more benifical then I ever thought it would be.

Upon first glance Marcel is shaky, small, and very weak in appearance. In truth he is extremely smart for a nigger and an amazing slave. He works well with orders, is very appropriate in every situation, and he knows his place. He stays by my side, like I ordered, and I even had another slave make him a place sleep near me.

When I'm with Jonathan or our parents, he is quiet and respectful, even though he shook quite harshly the first few days I owned him. But now he is better, for the most part. Soft spoken, yes, but all around a good slave. Jonathan pesters him, pesters me, but I've warned him to worry about his slaves, and I will worry about mine.

I look up from my book to look at Marcel who is standing in the corner, head down as he picks at his nails. "Marcel" I say, watching his head snap up with wide eyes. I chuckle and shake my head a little. "Do you know how to read?" I ask, beckoning him closer. "N-No sir, not Eng..ing...ang..." He's already lost for words, chewing on his bottom lip.

"English?" I supply the word for him and he nods his head vigorously. "Would you like me to teach you?" I ask, I have nothing better to do with my time. Oh Lord, maybe Jonathan was right, maybe I am becoming like Tyler. Marcel's eyes widen before he comes to stand next to my desk, nodding rapidly.

I don't have another chair, so I wrap my arm around Marcel's waist and have him sit on my knee. Marcel blushes and grips the edge of the desk. He explains to me he doesn't know much English as it is, so I find a book I read as I child. I teach him, slowly but surely, and his pronunciation slowly improves.

I find his accent is like Craig's, but thicker, deeper. If that makes any sense, I suppose. We hear a knock on the door many hours later, Marcel nearly leaping from my lap as I hide the children's book. Jonathan walks in, sneering at Marcel before approaching me.

"Pa says you are needed downstairs. Your nigger does not need to come" Jonathan grumbles, shooting Marcel another glare. He starts to shake again. "Marcel will come with me, Jonathan. Come on now" I say, waving Marcel over. He sticks close to my side.

♢♡Time Skip♡♢

Later that night my feet ache and I'm tired. Pa addressed me for at least an hour before I was allowed to sit, then it was Jonathan's turn, and finally we could eat. Marcel had to leave for that. But, the second I return to my room, he is sitting on his cot in the corner, looking over the book from earlier. It makes me smile.

"M-Master Luke!" He gasps in surprise when I shut the door, blushing when he looks between the book and I. "Enjoying the book?" I ask, chuckling as I approach him. Marcel blushes darker and nods. "Get up, that cot can't be comfortable. Sleep in my bed tonight" I say, pulling him to his feet. Marcel gulps and nods, turning even darker.

I laugh lightly and change into sleep wear before slipping under the heavy covers of my bed, then Marcel does the same. He nearly melts into the sheets, smiling a little, which is adorable. Oh Lord. I am becoming like Tyler. I mustn't, it's simply sinful and wrong and frankly illegal...

"Master Luke?" Marcel murmurs, shaking my shoulder lightly. My gaze snaps to him and he gasps softly, pulling his hand away. "Sorry, so very sorry, yes?" I ask, rolling over to face him. "Are you alright? You seem w..wor- you seem sad" Marcel gives up on the new word and uses a different one instead, which makes me crack a smile.

"No, I'm quite alright" I promise, closing my eyes. They then widen when Marcel kisses my cheek, curling up to sleep. I look down at him, noticing he looks completely dormant and content. I actually kiss him, on the lips, and feel my head explode.

I am most certainly going to hell.