Victoria Sinclair

Mary and the woman locked eyes; Mary's warm, brown gaze met the woman's cold, intense blue stare. A sudden wave of nervousness and intimidation washed over Mary as she felt the woman's icy gaze bore into her. The tension in the air grew thicker with each passing second.

Without breaking eye contact, the woman stepped out of her car with effortless grace. As she approached them, Mary couldn't help but take in her appearance.

They were around the same age, but the woman seemed taller and more elegant than Mary could ever hope to be.

Her high heels added extra height to her already imposing figure; a figure accentuated by her sophisticated outfit. - - something Mary could only dream of affording.

She was dressed in a stylish skirt and blouse combination, both made from high-quality fabric. The blouse was a silky material in a deep shade of royal blue that beautifully contrasted with her blonde locks. It hugged her curves perfectly, emphasizing her slender figure and ample chest.

Her breasts were full and round, spilling over the top of her blouse and threatening to burst free from their confinement. They were a generous size, sitting high on her chest and appearing firm yet soft, inviting Mary's gaze as they gently jiggled with her movements.

Her blonde hair framed her face, adding to her regal air. She wore vibrant red lipstick that only heightened the intensity of her icy blue eyes. Her entire demeanor exuded an irresistible allure as she approached them with effortless grace.

While she walked towards them, Alex couldn't get the idea that he knew her from somewhere out of his mind. But he couldn't quite remember where.

As the woman approached Mary's car, her piercing gaze locked onto hers, unblinking. Mary tried to maintain a friendly smile, but it faltered into a nervous grimace as the weight of the woman's stare bore down on her.

"I am very sorry. That was a close call, but thank goodness we're both okay, right? Hehe..." Mary stammered, attempting to break the tense silence. But the woman remained unmoved, her icy stare sending shivers down Mary's spine. She shifted uncomfortably under the weight of that gaze.

"Get out of the car," she finally spoke. Her tone commanding and demanding immediate obedience.

Mary's confusion quickly turned to fear as she hesitated, unsure of what was happening. "What? Why?" she stammered.

"I said get out of the damn car!" the woman repeated, her voice filled with anger and impatience.

Fear now turnining to anger, Mary clenched her fists and opened her mouth to argue back. But as soon as she met the woman's cold, unfeeling eyes, all her defiance melted away and was replaced by a sense of compliance. With shaky hands, she opened the car door and stepped out onto the frozen pavement.

As soon as she stepped out, the frigid air hit her like a slap in the face. Her whole body shook uncontrollably from the cold while the woman showed no signs of discomfort at all.

Before Mary could even register what was happening, the woman was already in front of her, her face contorted with rage. "Look at what you've done!" she spat, disgust dripping from every word. "You careless idiot! How could you be so stupid?"

As the woman's words hit Mary like blows to the chest, her heart began to thud loudly in her ears. She could feel the heat of anger and shame spread through her body, igniting a fire within her. How dare this stranger talk to her like that? Her hands clenched into fists as she answered defensively, "I said I was sorry, okay? It was an accident. I didn't mean to hit your car."

But the woman sneered sarcastically, mocking her apology. "Oh, you didn't mean it? Then I guess everything is just fine!" she spat out. "You could have killed someone. You could have killed me!"

Rage bubbled up inside Mary, boiling over until it consumed her. "What more do you want from me?" she snapped back.

The woman's cold eyes scrutinized Mary, almost as if she were searching for something. After a tense moment, she spoke again with a calm and calculated tone. "I'll tell you what I want. I want to see your driver's license."

When she heard that, Mary's legs trembled and her palms grew slick with sweat. As an undocumented immigrant, she had no documents or identification to prove her identity, let alone a driver's license. This was one of her greatest fears come to life. The woman continued to stare at her without expression, waiting.

"Well? You caused the accident, the least you can do is show me some proof of who you are so I can verify your information," the woman said calmly, but there was an underlying smugness in her voice that made Mary even more nervous.

Stammering and unable to form a coherent lie, fear took hold of Mary completely.

"You don't have any documents, do you?" the woman asked bluntly. "You're an illegal, right?" The woman continued in a calm, almost bored voice, as if the battle had already been won and there was no more need to exalt herself.

Mary again didn't like the woman's tone. She felt that the woman was talking to her as if she was somehow better than her. As if her immigration status somehow made her inferior. A second-class citizen. A spark of rebellion reignited within her, and burned all her nervousness away.

"That's right, I'm not from here. And no, I don't have any documents or licenses. But what does that matter?" Mary replied defiantly, a steely fire in her eyes. "Yes, I crashed into your car and I already said I am sorry. I will pay for all the damages. What more do you want?"

With each word, Mary took a step closer to the woman, her mexican accent getting thicker as her voice growed stronger and bolder. That was a fight she couldn't back down from, especially with her son Alex watching from the passenger seat. She wanted to teach him early on that he should never let anyone trample on him because of his place of birth.

Alex felt goosebumps on his skin. He knew that when her mom got like that there was no one who could stop her.

But then he noticed that the woman didn't look intimidated at all. Her face was set in a smug, self-satisfied smile, and her eyes glinted with calculating cunning.

Then the woman's gaze traveled the length of Mary’s body,

Her eyes roamed over every inch of Mary's body, lingering on her thighs and tracing the curves beneath her jeans. She studied Mary's face, her features, her beautiful brown eyes, her full lips, with a predatory hunger that made Mary's heart race. The woman's gaze then landed on Mary's breasts, sizing them up with practiced ease.

Mary felt like she was being stripped bare under the woman's piercing gaze. As if she was being evaluated, judged, and found lacking of something.

“What else do I want from you?" Repeated the woman, with a slow amused voice. “Maybe I want you.”

“What?” asked Mary confused.

"Do you know who I am, dear?" The woman purred with false sweetness.

"No, I don't know who you are. Should I care?" Mary replied defiantly.

"My name is Victoria Sinclair." Alex held his breath as soon as he heard the name. He knew that woman after all - she was the mother of Matthew, the bully who made his life a living hell at school. He had seen her before, picking up her son from school.

"My family owns this town." Victoria continued with chilling confidence. "And with one phone call, I could have ten police trucks surrounding you in five minutes." Every word dripped with condescension and superiority.

“….. So what? Will you deport me? Big deal. I’d much rather be deported right now than standing any more second in front of someone as nasty and disgusting as you.” Mary spat, her voice quivering with a mix of anger and fear.

It was a lie, of course. Back in Mexico, there was nothing waiting for her and her son. They had sold their old house to cover the expenses of their journey and didn't have any family left there. The thought of being sent back to that hopeless life filled Mary with dread. But her pride wouldn't let her show any signs of weakness to this heartless woman.

“Deport you?” Victoria's lips twisted into a malicious smirk. “No dear. It would be such a waste to deport such a fine...specimen, like you.” Victoria replied, in a slow tone, as if to make sure Mary understands each word.

“Uhh? Speci..” Mary's confusion quickly turned to rage. “What did you just call me?” she seethed.

Ignoring her question, Victoria continued in a calm tone,. "I have no plans to deport you. No, my dear, I have something much better in mind for you. I will enslave you."

The word hit Mary like a ton of bricks. Enslavement? Was this woman serious?

“En-enslave me.. you said?” Mary wasn’t sure if she heard properly or if she understood the word correctly.

"You were driving without a license," Victoria continued, listing off Mary's "crimes." "You crashed into my car and even if you say you can pay for the damages, it's obvious you can't. My car is worth more than your entire house. And on top of all that, you are here in my country without any documentation or identity proof. Right now, you're nothing more than an animal."

“I’m sure I can convince a federal judge that the best course of action would be to enslave you.” Victorie continued. “Of course, after they take a look at you, those greedy politicians will want to auction you and then buy you for themselves. But I’m sure we could use our contacts with the local judges to claim you as ours. After all, we are the ones who you damaged, right?” Victoria finished explaining how she planned to enslave Mary, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

At first, Mary wanted to laugh. The idea seemed so absurd, like something from a cheesy movie plot or a bad novel. But as Victoria continued to speak, outlining every detail of her twisted plan, Mary's laughter died in her throat. This was real - not some elaborate and twisted joke.

Fear and panic consumed Mary. She thought about her son, Alex, and what would happen to him if she were enslaved. She thought about the life they had built together and how it would all be destroyed in an instant. The thought of losing all of that, of being reduced to someone's property, was unbearable.

Her pride and the spark of rebellion that have been burning inside her just a few seconds ago, were completely extinct and buried in fear and despair. Mary's eyes filled with tears as she realized the gravity of the situation.

“"Please don't..." Mary pleaded, her voice trembling.

"Please don't?" Victoria mocked, a sinister glimmer in her eyes. "I thought you'd rather be deported than stand in front of someone like me. Now you are begging me?"

"I didn't mean... I'm sorry..." Mary stuttered, but was quickly silenced by Victoria's cold laughter. “

“Another thing you didn't mean,” Victoria sneered. “Just like when you crashed my car. But I think this is something you did mean.”

She locked eyes with Mary, a sinister glint in her gaze. “So do it,” she commanded.

Confused and scared, Mary asked, “Do what? What do you mean?”

“You didn't want to stand in front of me,” Victoria replied sweetly, her voice dripping with malice. “Then...kneel.”

“Kneel?..... I-“

“Don’t you want? It’s okay, after you are my **** ill make you kneel in front of me each time you see me” she said, taking out her phone.

“No! Wait!” Mary's desperation was escalating as she watched Victoria dialing a number on her phone. “I'll do it, I'll kneel, okay?”

“Then what are you waiting for, dear?” Victoria's gaze shifted from her phone to Mary.

Mary's eyes darted back and forth between the woman and Alex still sitting in the car, shocked and confused. Will she really kneel before this racist white woman in front of her own child?

Mary's pride and dignity screamed at her to run, to fight, to do anything but submit to this humiliating demand. But fear held her in place. Fear for her own safety and the safety of her son.

With a heavy sigh, Mary slowly began to kneel. Every muscle in her body screamed out in protest as she lowered herself to the ground, her knees hitting the cold, hard floor with a soft thud. She could feel the cool stone beneath her knees, seeping into her clothes and sending shivers down her spine.

She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the world around her as she crouched before Victoria, her head bowed in submission and shame. She could feel Victoria’s smirk growing wider as she looked down at her, triumphant.

"There, that wasn't so difficult, was it, honey?" she taunted.

Mary tried to keep the remnants of her dignity and don’t let the woman see her shame. She looked up at her with a serious expression. “Is this all? Can I stand now?

“No, you may not stand. Now, give me your name.” The woman said. Her grin had gone and was replaced with a stern expression.

Mary's mind raced as she weighs her options, but ultimately, she decided to comply with the demands. "F-fine," she stammered, her voice trembling with fear. "My name is Mary…arghh" Suddenly, a sharp slap sliced through the air, connecting with her cheek in a violent burst of pain. She gasped in shock and staggered back, clutching at her throbbing face.

“Your full name. You stupid slut.” Victoria hissed, her hand coiled like a snake preparing to strike again.

Mary's hand trembled as she held it against her bruised cheek, the sharp pain spreading like wildfire. Anger boiled within her, but she knew she had **** but to take the ****. Victoria held all the power in that situation. Mary stealth a glance at Alex through the car window, her fearful gaze meeting his. She felt deeply ashamed and helpless.

“Ramirez. My full name is Maria Ramirez” she said at least.”

“Where do you live?”

“123... 123 Oak Colony Lane,” Mary responded, trying to steady her voice.

“What are you?” Victoria sneered.

Mary hesitated, unsure of what answer Victoria wanted to hear.

“What Am I? What do you…” Another hard slap landed on her other cheek, making it match the first.

Mary was now covering the other side of her face, but she hurried to answer. “A…. woman. I'm a woman” Another slap, reddening her already red cheek.

"A mother!" she cried out as another blow came, harder this time. She could feel blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"A Mexican! I'm a Mexican!" she sobbed, bowing her head in defeat. Bracing herself for another hit, but it never came.

“How much time has passed since you invaded our country?” Victoria continued, impassive, as if she hadn’t just give a beaten to Mary.

“Six…Six years…. Almost seven…”

"Are there others with you?" Victoria demanded, her face twisted in disgust.

"N-no...just my son and me..." Mary stuttered, tears streaming down her face.

"A husband, perhaps?" Victoria sneered, knowing the answer before Mary could even speak.

"He abandoned us...long ago," Mary choked out, her heart breaking once again at the memory of his betrayal.

"Abandoned you? How terrible." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

Mary's pride lay in shattered pieces, her dignity torn to shreds. With tears streaming down her face, she remained knelt on the ground, completely broken and humiliated. She was no longer capable of stop her feelings and tears were openly streaming down her face.

Trembling in the passenger seat, Alex could only watch as his mother was publicly shamed and degraded. His heart ached to intervene, to stand up for her, but he was paralyzed with fear and insecurity. He felt powerless and pitiful, unable to do anything but cower and watch as his mother's dignity was torn apart.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as the only sound that filled the air was Mary's heart-wrenching sobs. Suddenly, Victoria's high-heeled feet invaded Mary's line of sight, a cruel smirk playing on her lips as she continued to stare at the broken woman before her.

"You are so pitiful and pathetic that I almost feel sorry for you," Victoria sneered with mock regret. "Almost," she added with cruel amusement. "But I'll make you a deal. I won't enslave you... for now."

At the mention of this possibility, Mary's heart thumped wildly with hope. Could it be? Was this woman offering forgiveness? But as Victoria's next words echoed harshly through the air, all hope evaporated like mist in the sun.

“What do you do for a living?” Asked Victoria in a casual tone to the crying mess that was Mary

“I-I … I clean houses…” Stammered Mary

“How wonderful! And how appropriate for a Mexican bitch like you to dedicate to clean houses!” She said with a false tone of happiness.

“Now listen to me, and listen closely,” her voice cut through the air like sharp knives. “You will become a servant in my family’s house. You will scrub our floors until they shine, wash our clothes, cook our meals and anything else we demand of you.” Her tone is filled with authority and entitlement.

“You will receive a meager monthly payment, which will be reduced until you have paid off the damages for my car that you caused. If you serve us well, perhaps I will consider forgiving you at the end. But make no mistake, if you fail to please us, I will personally make your life a living hell. You will become my personal **** and suffer daily **** until you regret ever being born.”

Mary's mouth fell open in horror, her mind reeling at the realization that working for the Sinclairs would be a living nightmare beyond anything she could have ever imagined. But it would be only for a short time. And it was the only option to avoid being enslaved forever.

She knew she had **** but to accept the offer, not only to protect herself but also to ensure her son's safety. With a trembling voice, she managed to reply, "I accept your deal."

After accepting the deal, Mary couldn't help but begin to cry again. Victoria's smile curled into a condescending smirk as she leaned and caressed Mary's wet cheek with her thumb.

"There there, little one," she cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice. "Everything will be just fine, my dear." Her words driped with false comfort, mocking Mary's vulnerability.

Mary's tears flowed like a river, her sobs shaking her entire body. But Victoria only laughed, taunting her with patronizing words and gestures, treating her like a helpless child in need of coddling.

“I will wait for you in my house, tomorrow at 12. Be there on time” Victoria hissed, her high heels clicking menacingly on the pavement as she walked away. Mary remained frozen on the ground, her heart sinking with defeat and humiliation.

This sets the route for Mary and Alex facing the racism of the Sinclairs.

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