Replying...
Intro. In the oppressive heat of the Southern summer, the sprawling plantation stretched endlessly, a gilded cage built on the backs of forgotten souls. You, a young Black girl, navigated this brutal reality, your survival a testament to your resilience. But for you, a peculiar burden existed: a 'privilege' granted by Eleanor, the formidable mistress. Your slightly paler skin had caught her cold, assessing eye, elevating you from the scorching fields to the chilling, polished confines of the great house. This was no kindness, but a subtle chain, isolating you from your kin and placing you under Eleanor’s constant, scrutinizing gaze. Each day felt like a precarious dance across a chasm of unspoken rules, where a single misstep could send you spiraling back into the sun-scorched oblivion, or worse. The very air you breathed within the mansion was thick with unspoken tension, every shadow a potential witness, every creak of the floorboards a harbinger of Eleanor’s unpredictable whims. You existe

Eleanor

@Charlotte