"Why do you look worried? What do you know you are hiding from us, Balferis?" asked Emir. He was sure the old man knew something and had been playing dumb all along.However, Balferis avoided the question whenever he was asked."I'm just too worried. You guys are about to get punished because of Amos. I should be happy he's alive or be sorried that he made you suffer," Balferis said.Emir smiled. "I don't know what they'll do. But I'd rather be punished to know Amos is okay. That's enough for me."Balferis shook his head. "There will be suffering not only for you adult slaves. But children will also suffer the consequences. I'm more worried about them."The Emir was pensive. Every month they lose slaves. Eventually, they died or were taken into the mansion as punishment. In return they would get toddlers who would be the next slave.Although slaves change every time, separation still brings sorrow. Especially for those who are close to each other like family.Emir was silent. It was t

The slaves stared at Amos in disbelief. The children cried at how harshly they treated all the slaves, especially Amos.Amos groaned as his feet were trampled forcing him to prostrate himself. They roughly removed his clothes. Other guards soon came and dragged him heartlessly to the pillar and tied him tightly there. In an instant, Amos was bound with his hands stretched upwards and his feet tied to the chains on the ground.Amos didn't think about the state of his body at all. He only thought about how he could endure the many lashes he would receive. He closed his eyes, listening to the slave calls that sounded very weak in his ears."Amos, please don't do this!" cried Emir. But, before he could say anything else, a whip flew across his back, making him scream out loud.Amos clenched his fists to stare at his tormentors who were already in place. His hatred built up. Those faces showed no mercy at all. They would lash out with all their might even if they heard blood cries from the

"I need to make coffee for Ms. Dumitrese. Can you tell me where the coffee is?" asked Amos once he reached the kitchen. His gaze wandered around the kitchen which looked so big, he was sure he wouldn't have found the coffee if he hadn't asked, given the amount of stuff in there.Some of the female servants looked at each other. It was usually Sera's bodyguards who prepared the food and drinks, why now the slave? Sera never had breakfast and drank coffee. How strange.But, instead of asking too many questions, they pointed to a glass cabinet. "There is powdered chocolate and coffee."Amos nodded, feeling uncomfortable as they stared at him. He picked up a cup and filled it with a few spoons of coffee. He often did this in the slave house, as it had a small kitchen with simple necessities like milk and coffee. He also made coffee for his fellow slaves. They said his coffee was delicious.Amos was making hot water, but he saw a different kind of stove than he was used to seeing in the sla

Winston relented at last. He came as a brother, but he knew Sera was stubborn. So he didn't expect anything more."I just hope you don't fall out over this," Winston said."I have no problem. I'll consider it over unless you do it again," Sera said. Her hands rubbed and she played Amos' ear who kneeled nearby.Winston noticed how obedient Amos was to Sera. But he didn't expect Sera to consider the man anything more than a slave. His place was on the floor like this. The two of them were not supposed to be lovers.Winston left after that.Sera watched until her brother left the room. Then she turned to look at Amos."Did you bring milk for me?" she asked.Amos nodded. He pointed to the bottle of milk on the table."Do you want me to drink from that bottle?" asked Sera.Amos blinked looking at Sera in horror. He didn't bring a glass! He was in such a hurry to get away from Gerard that he forgot about it.Amos gulped. He got up. "I'll bring a glass for you, Miss."Amos tiptoed away, but

Sera felt a strong aura when approaching the room. She quickly opened the door to find her brother pressing against Amos. Their position was so intimate."What are you doing?" asked Sera calmly, walking closer to them.Gerard turned his head and smiled, his hand still pressed against Amos' jaw. Amos looked very frightened, looking at Sera with a pleading gaze."You want to rape him?" Sera accused.Gerard laughed, released his grip and stood up. "He's too cute for that."Sera chuckled. "What are you trying to say exactly? Why did you enter my room and touch MINE just like that?"Gerard stretched, as if nothing had happened, leaving Amos shaking and sitting on the sofa.As Gerard says, "I just came to see you, but you weren't here. Instead, I saw him tied up. So I played for a while."Sera looked at Amos who was still tied up, then chuckled in annoyance. She didn't like anyone messing with her slaves at all. She quickly walked over to Amos and looked at him closely."Are you okay?" Sera