To him, we were like clothes on a hanger. Meant to be there whenever he chose to use us. His objects. His personal inventory of things. As if, we weren't human; we didn't have feelings; we didn't have opinions. That's how he treated me and the rest. A dictator, that's what he was. Throwing us around, crushing us, stamping on us, keeping us locked, like clothes in a cupboard. We were his slaves. He, our master. He bought us for a price, like commodities. We resented that. It played on our psyche making us feel lowly, worse than animals, who as pets were treated way better. We had a plan. Together, we drugged him and locked him up in the store room. The four of us escaped. To a better life. A better world. A dignified existence where we're treated as humans. To him, we were like clothes on a hanger. Meant to be there whenever he chose to use us. His objects. His personal inventory of things. As if, we weren't human; we didn't have feelings; we didn't have opinions. That's how he treated me and the rest. A dictator, that's what he was. Throwing us around, crushing us, stamping on us, keeping us locked, like clothes in a cupboard. We were his slaves. He, our master. He bought us for a price, like commodities. We resented that. It played on our psyche making us feel lowly, worse than animals, who as pets were treated way better. We had a plan. Together, we drugged him and locked him up in the store room. The four of us escaped. To a better life. A better world. A dignified existence where we're treated as humans. Here's today's picture for your creative strokes to form a short story! ~ IMPORTANT TO NOTE: -You can write the story both in caption or picture. -You must use 2 mandatory hashtags. - Use #rzstowrimo for us to dicover your stories.
