Stolen

Chapter 11: New Toys

Mr. Hill let out a easy huff as he made his way up the stairs. Rubbing his fingers on his temple as he leaded his back against the wall. He had never felt this stressed before. It had been a bit as since the company had taken teens as young as the two new slaves he had gotten and he had forgotten how much trouble they were. His brown hair wild, his suit slightly messed up, he made his way down the stairs, seeing one of his will know servants, going through letters.

"How many so far?" He managed to ask, but she didn't look at him, her brown hair coming out in soft waves as he watched her write down another person accepting to come to his party.

"Aby." He said sternly. That made her stop, the pencil stopping from finishing a nice T that was part of a last name.

"15, sir." She said, still not looking up at him. That made him run his hand through his hair. Why did they always pull the silent cards at the worst times.

"What? No hello?" He said.

She didn't even look up at him, instead, she finished the letter t and went through more of the letters. Ripping them open and taking out the small piece of paper, her eyes read over the paper and he narrowed his eyes when he saw her eyes go slightly large.

"Give me that." He said taking it from her hand, and out of all of the things, she looked up at him.

He read over the name that accepted to come to his party, his jaw nearly falling off of his face when he saw whose name was printed across it. It felt like everything inside of him set on fire when he read whose name was across the paper. Gridding his teeth, he spoke to her.

"Who sent this?" He said looking at her, and she looked away, the pencil rolling from between her pale fingers onto the table.

"Atticus and I." She said rubbing her fingers on her skirt.

"Why you little- I thought I gave you a list on who not-" She cut him off, by sending him a sharp look.

"No, sir, you didn't. You told us to send the invites out to everyone, so that's what he did, sir." She said raising her voice just a pinch.

"Where's Atticus?" He said placing the slip of paper in his pocket.

"Don't know." She mumbled before reaching across and grabbing at a new envelope and repeating what she had been doing.

He huffed and cursed at her before he walked out of the kitchen. He looked around before spotting Atticus pushing the front door open with his back as he brought in a very large box. Mr. Hill smiled. He know what was inside. Atticus quickly set the box down onto the table and whipped his forehead with the back of his hand, spotting Mr. Hill looking at him.

"Sir?" He said, removing his hand and taking a step back. He had no idea if the Master was still a burning flame after what had happened.

He just smiled and walked over to Atticus, looking at the package. His smile only growing larger.

"Atticus, how would you like to be my test rat?" Mr. Hill said looking at Atticus who went pale, his eyes going slightly large. He had no idea what was in the box.

"Sir, I-" But Mr. Hill cut him off.

"Perfect, I'll use you to see if these things that I ordered work." He said pulling out his pocket knife and slicing through the packing tape. Atticus know not to try to run so he just looked at the box like it was holding a King cobra inside.

"Your acting like there is a beast in here, relax." Mr. Hill chuckled as the box opened, seeing the small brief case waiting for him to open it.

Reaching in, he pulled it out and it looked like Atticus might of fainted. The case was made of a nice silver medal, heavy locks holding it shut and Mr. Hill just grinned, not noticing that his son was leaning against the wall, watching him. Slowly, he unlocked the case, the clicks felling up the room. When it opened, Atticus's eyes went large at the slight of what was inside. With maybe 10 inside, was white plastic like collars, almost like for a dog, except for the four green lights that were around the collar and slowly, he pulled one out, looking towards Atticus.

"Come here." He said with a finger and Atticus slowly made his way towards him, stopping.

Mr. Hill unlocked the collar from the buckle in the back and locked it around Atticus's neck who just looked at the wall to the left. After that was locked, he reached into the case and pulled out a small remote, hitting a few things before the collar let out a small click, the green lights turning on.

"Let's see, speak." Mr. Hill said, looking at Atticus who swallowed hard, looking up at the ceiling. Slowly his mouth opened.

I heard the scream of pain above me making me place my hands over my ears and I was lying across the floor, my eyes dried of tears. I know I was only in here for maybe a few minutes now, but it was beginning to feel like hours now. It took me a minute to try to figure out who had screamed in pain, but I soon figured out it was Atticus. Whatever had happened to him, I felt sorry. I felt sorry for all of us.

After everything had died down, I rested my head on the cold flooring, dirt and tears on my face from trying to figure out what else was in the room but I failed at that so I just lied across the floor trying to fall asleep but that was almost impossible.