Darcie, My Slave - Izzy

“You are not allowed!” Darcie screamed at me.

“Why not?” I said, tears in my eyes.

“Because I am the adult, I’m in charge and your not.”

“But what if I was in charge?”

“You’ll be a horrible leader."

As tears streamed down my eyes and ran to my room. If I was in charge of her then I’d make her clean all my stuff. I’d make her do everything I’d want her to and while she was doing it, I’d play on screens. She’d be my slave, and she can do nothing about it. I’d be happy… for once.






By Izzy