The setting of this story is in the late 1800's. The Lopez family is among the wealthiest in the United States, along with the Fabrays(obviously), Puckermans, and Hummels. Santana lives in her own mansion, as her parents bought her for her 17th birthday. Brittany was her significant other for years, but was recently killed in a fire, along with her entire family. Santana has since turned into an even more angry and bitter person.

The slave trade in this story does not exclude other races. If a child is "found" under the age of 3 and the parents can not be located, they are trained as slaves and servants. Many slave trainers kidnap children to be trained.

This story came to me in a dream, like most of mine do. I hope you enjoy it and leave a review! Thanks.

"How about this one ma'am?" The slave owner suggested, pointing to a tall man in shackles. Santana shook her head.

"He's too big." She said impatiently. The man had shown her many slaves, and none of them have been right. He had brought out every one that he owned and shackled them to the large stone wall before she had arrived. It was custom to show the very best for anyone from the Lopez family.

Santana and the slave owner walked along the wall, passing by slaves of different size, gender, and race. Again, none of them caught her eye. Until they reached the end of the line.

Santana Lopez approached the last slave on the wall. The only reason the girl had caught her eyes was because of the fact that she was sitting down, like she didn't know that she was in the presence of her superiors.

"Stand up." Santana commanded, stepping towards the girl. She waited a few seconds and got no response.

The slave owner walked past Santana to grab the slave by the arm. He yanked her up roughly and forced her to look Santana in the eye.

"What is your name?" Santana asked of her. The girl locked her jaw and stared back at her with her green eyes. Her owner quickly struck her on the back of the head and she cried out.

"Clair." The slave replied quietly. Her gaze did not drop from Santana's.

"I'm not sure you want this one Ms. Santana. We've been having some trouble breaking her. She's stubborn, like a wild horse." The slave owner told the young lady.

"Take off her shackles. I want to inspect her for myself. And that's Ms. Lopez to you." Santana ordered, continuing to look the girl over with her eyes. She was just a smidge taller than the Latina, and had dark black hair that would have surely reflected in the sunlight had it not been streaked with dirt. Santana wasn't sure if she was tan or just covered in dust, but the most striking thing about the girl was her eyes. They were a vibrant, shocking green that only seemed brighter compared to her dark hair and skin.

The slave owner sighed, but obeyed the Latina and unshackled Clair. The raven haired teenager wasted no time in bolting away from the two.

"After her!" The slave owner shouted at a few of the slave farm workers. The looked up from the activities they had been occupied with and chased after the running slave.

Santana and the slave owner also took off after the fleeing slave. They watched as the girl came to the fence surrounding the property and was quickly brought down by the workers. She struggled under their grips, but soon fell still as they landed a couple of hits on her.

Santana and the slave owner finally caught up with the workers and slave. Clair had been pulled to her feet and had blood running down her forehead from one of the hits. Her breathing was ragged and she was panting.

"I will give her 1000 dollars for her, take it or leave it." Santana said definitely. The slave owner looked at her in surprise, but nodded. It was about $300 more than he would have suggested, especially after her little attempt at escape.

Santana reached into her handbag and pulled out the correct amount of money. The man counted it carefully and then nodded. Santana returned the nod and then turned to her new purchase.

"Put the shackles back on and take her out to the carriage. I will be waiting." She instructed, turning towards the gate. One of the workers immediately opened it and she walked out towards the awaiting carriage.

The workers hurried, as it was a Lopez case, to retrieve a pair of shackles and secure Clair in them. She remained calm and almost unresponsive as she was led to Santana's carriage.

Santana Lopez watched as her newly purchased slave was led to the carriage. She nodded curtly as her young slave was forced into the carriage, and sat cross legged on the floor with her wrists chained together in front of her.

The slave owner nodded at Ms. Lopez once more before shutting the carriage door. In a matter of seconds the driver had flicked his whip at the two large Clydesdales and they had taken off down the road.

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