LOGINAfter being sold off by her family as a slave, Isabel mistakenly draws the attention of her master's most ruthless son. What does a lowly slave have to offer?
View More“Do you know you’re very pretty?”This was the first word Lucy said to me. That day, I had been sulking in a corner after a senior slave ordered me to hand over my food. Knowing I couldn’t refuse, I gave it to him, went to a corner and tried not to cry. I saw heard someone talking and when I looked around, I saw it was Lucy, all alone, talking to herself as usual. “What do you mean? I am skinny, pale and starving. There’s nothing pretty about me.” I had retorted, angered by her words. “It don’t change the fact that the aura around you is pure. You’re glowing and anyone with eyes can see that.”I smiled, warmed by her kind words and from there, we became friends. She was the only one who treated me like human. The only one who was truly happy in this hellhole, unlike the rest of us that was always miserable. Even though she was mentally unstable, she was a breath of fresh air. Seeing her fall limp to the floor with life draining out of her, I couldn’t stop screaming. I tried to run
I ran. I ran, not daring to look back till I reached out camp. I paused when I found Jessy waiting for me, arms crossed with a smirk on her face. With the look on her face, I realized she must have known master Kieran was not far away but she sent me anyways. I stared at her long and hard but that’s all I could do. Not when I didn’t want life harder than it was already. “How was it?” She asked, just when I walked by her. My eyes widened, wondering if she knew the hideous crime i had committed. Touching young master’s food and defying him as well. My heart began to race as I thought of several ways i would be purnished for it. “There’s a lot you could be doing right now, instead of staring daggers at me. One word from me and your already pathetic life is ruined, you know how Kieran can be.” “I did nothing.” I managed to mutter, wearing a confidence i didn’t feel. “Oh really? Then why do you look like you’ve seen the face of the devil himself?” She drawled with even more confidence
“A senior sent for you.”I looked up to see a guard, refer to me. We had just come from the farm and I was sitting with other slaves, peeling some tubers. With a nod, I got up and followed him, wondering which of the seniors called for me. They liked to be called vipers as they didn’t want to be referred to as slaves with us. They had the right to send us on errands or worse, punish us however they liked. It still didn’t change the fact that they were slaves, just highly favored. When we got there, I was suprised to see it was Jessy. She used to be my friend but not anymore. She was promoted to being a senior slave after she found the madame’s necklace and hence, awarded with the position. She turned to a totally different person after the promotion hence, we stopped being friends and I tried to aviod her as best as I could. I was shocked when she instructed me to got to Kieran’s room to pack is dirty clothes and wash. Why would she ask me to go there? The young masters hated all
I groaned as I rolled over on the hard floor, forcing my eyes closed. It was extremely cold tonight, more cold than the previous nights and I knew winter was quickly approaching. I envied Kayla, who snored loudly beside me, head hung to the side and mouth slightly open while I stayed awake, trapped in my own thoughts every night. We were the slaves of the most successful man in ravenwood, Rue pendragon. He was very rich and well known, with the highest population of slaves in town. Infact, he was so rich that he lost count of how many slaves he purchased every month and how many he had in total. With a sigh, I sat up and looked around the room. Different slaves, both young and old were sprawled all over the floor, sleeping in different possitions. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep so with a sigh, I got off the floor and walked carefully to the entrance of the room for some air. Now outside, I slidded down the wall, grazing at the stars. This used to be my favourite part of






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