12 Years A Slave Parents Guide Novels & Stories

“You… save them?” He nods once. “I send them to the country. To my homes. The ones no one knows about. They heal. They get therapy. Education. Clean records. New names.” “But why?” I ask. His expression shifts,just slightly. “Because my father kept a girl once. Twenty-two. A slave. He called her property.” “I was fifteen when I found her in the wine cellar, chained like a fucking dog.” I inhale sharply. “She killed him,” Leon continues.

I quickly got down from the bed and rushed out of the room, making my way to the slave dining. When I got there, the long dining table was already filled to the brim with slaves; young and old alike. I managed to find an empty seat facing a male slave and sat down. We were often divided into groups to share a big bowl of food, which often led to fights and arguments about who would eat the most; that moment was always when the elderlies would scold us, telling us we had more stamina than them and should eat less, leading to rebellion from the younger ones.

"And soon they will think that by going after you, they can get to me. They'll think they can use you to weaken me, to force my hand. You have ignited something you don't understand." I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t breathe. “What do you think I should do? Hmm? Maybe I should give you out to them to avoid a mafia war between two cartels, don't you think?" I stiffened, every muscle in my body locking up. What..? “No,” I whispered before I could stop myself, my voice trembling. “I don’t want to go back there. Please, I'll do anything for you. I’ll be your slave, your toy, your property…anything! Just tell me!”

“Right?” Chloe nodded, but I could see she was still upset. “It’s perfectly fine, sweetie,” I said. “You’re just being a little voice recorder now, telling us what people said. You just keep doing that.” Chloe looked uncertain for a moment, then she nodded and her face cleared. I hated that this was yet another life lesson she shouldn’t have had to learn until much later in life. She said, “Then people were shouting about freeing the slaves, and other people were shouting that they needed to kill the slaves and the gammas.”

I sighed before I answered. “I-I don’t know. He wanted to punish my parents for what they did, I guess. He decided that if he couldn’t outright kill me, then he’d make me suffer for the rest of my life instead. I was made into a pack slave that day, as I hadn’t formally joined the pack yet.” Travis frowned as I spoke, thinking hard before speaking again. “That is insanity. Abusing a ten-year-old won’t affect someone who is dead and gone. Why did no one help you?” His anger was barely contained, and I shrank into Atlas’s chest, his arms squeezing lightly to let me know he had me.

Chapter 2 _Jake's pov I heard from my father that new slaves were arriving at our pack soon. I grumbled when he told me to go out and inspect them. I didn't like being worked out, especially, when it comes to checking out new slaves. I hated them, all of them. Their features and everything disgust me. Yet, I had no choice. My father is the Alpha and I am just a son to him. Although I'm twenty-four, my father refused to step down for me until I'm twenty-five.

She did not expect to stay here after this day. So, she too needed time and space to decide where she will go. ‘They killed them, Lucy.’ She said sadly, she did not know her parent, but she has never felt like an outsider as Black Moon all those years growing up, even after her parents died at she never felt like she was not their daughter. She only felt sad when she was made a slave by Austin but even then, she understood his anger.

“Be mine. Or die.” The words steal the air from my lungs. “Yours?”, I ask, clearly confused. He steps closer.“Let me put in a way you'll understand slave, be my sex slave or die” He tilts his head, watching my reaction. “If you refuse,” he continues, “I’ll tell the council you tried to escape. You know what happens to traitors.” I know and my stomach churns. He leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “What’s it going to be, little wolf?”

###### 4 years ago, in the nation of Denagarh, somewhere in the desert… *bash* *bash!* …Even though I made a promise to my younger siblings to do everything to make us rich… To make us nine brothers and sisters able to live comfortably… At the age of 12, Kanji was beaten and stomped on, leaving his body covered with bruises. But his bruised hands continued to hug a camel's leg that would lead a caravan carrying his eight younger siblings to sell them as slaves. "This kid is really stubborn..Get lost, or I’ll kill you!"

She sniffed and glanced up to her father who looked less concerned smoking from his pipe. "How could you father, how could you be so cruel to give me out in slavery to the hands of that beast Master of Guthram clan father" Galane cried furiously wiping the tears streaming down her eyes. "Don't ask me such stupid question; Tell me, Of what use are you to me? You are not a male and you worth nothing here" If I should leave you, you would get married soon to a useless man and become someone's property so I have to make use of you and make money from you" her father shrieked.