Life was not exactly peachy living as a slave but she had her brother and childhood sweetheart. What could possibly be worse... Austin Cunningham shows her what real hell is. His intention very unknown.

Merrigold, the flower

"But it's empty..." Merrigold said a bit eerie, looking around the beautiful elegant home that belonged to Austin before his departure to help manage the plantation. It had been a three hour ride, exhausting as if she had never had to sit still in one place for that one... better yet travel else where.


"Perfect!" Austin replied. "Do not worry, there is a bed."


"How long have you lived here... it's so...secluded..." Merri asked, swiping the dust off the counter of his fitted lounge cabinet. The dark wallpaper made the room, rather the house feel gloomy. She had never imagined how Austin's house looked like. She never even thought he owned a home.


"I'd rather not have neighbors..." Austin said wearily, walking around as he took steps the titles creaked.


"What if you suffered from a stroke and you needed help..?"


"Then I'd die, love, then I'd die because it will be my time."


Chapter 39 The empty