[ WP ] `` Why has Master summoned me ? ''

`` Why has Master summoned me?'' 
 
 The question was in vain. We both knew why. The unspoken tension grew ever thicker in the small moment of silence that ensued. 
 
 `` He did n't say. Just be glad. It's damn hot out here.'' 
 
 I give her a weak nod of approval and follow towards the house. 
 
 The House. 
 
 The one she worked in everyday, but never slept in. The one that loomed in the distance day in and day out- it's eery porch beckoning. The house only my lighter-skinned peers ever got to work in. The house that only I ever slept in. 
 
 I follow her through the main hallway, lost in my thoughts. The mixed servants- my own people- clearly shocked to see a woman of such a color in their presence. I keep my head down. 
 
 `` In there. He's expecting you.'' 
 
 `` Thank you, Lucille.'' 
 
 She half smiles before scurrying off to work. 
 
 `` Master?'' 
 
 `` Do n't call me that, Daisy.'' 
 
 `` Sorry Ma- sir.'' 
 
 He got up from his chair, majestic and tall once standing- his blue coat sown buy me, wig powdered by Lucille. 
 
 `` I hear you've been ill.'' 
 
 `` Sir, I'm-'' 
 
 `` You will stay with me until you are well.'' He says, making his way closer to me until he breathe is wet on my forehead- his hands firm on my shoulders. 
 
 `` Sir, I'm not ill, sir. I'm...'' How do I say it? 
 
 `` Spit it out, Daisy! I have n't got all day.'' 
 
 `` With child, sir.'' 
 
 He draws back, hands now painfully tight. 
 
 `` Whose?!'' He yells. 
 
 `` Yours, sir. It has to be.'' I say in barely a whisper. 
 
 He lets go of me for a moment. He paces around before standing to face me again and saying 
 
 `` You will not tell anybody. My immediate staff will know. You'll stay here until you deliver. You wo n't work. I want you on bedrest by the end of the month. When it is born...'' 
 
 He trails off for a moment. 
 
 `` When it is born, it shall be born into freedom. It will take my name.'' 
 
 `` What about me, sir?'' 
 
 `` I can not be the father of a child born to a slave.'' 
 
 `` How do you mean, sir.'' 
 
 He looks me in the eyes a moment before kissing my still-flat belly. 
 
 `` Daisy, you are a free woman. You're carrying my child!'' He says with glee, smiling. 
 
 `` Your wife, sir.'' I say carefully. 
 
 `` My wife has never born me a child! But you, my dear! I'll draw up your papers. Lucille will show you to your bed room. I'll visit you there later tonight,'' He kisses me with passion before scurrying to his desk. 
 
 So this is it. I'm one of them now. I am no longer the nameless oppressed. I am no longer property. I have prayed for this moment every day. But I never wanted it like this. I never loved him. He has repelled me. *He has been inside me. His child is inside me. * 
 
 How can I hate him now? He is disgusting, but he has freed me. 
 
 *He raped me. * 
 
 *He freed me. *
