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I wiped my palm against my dress as I gulped, glancing briefly at Lana who was cutting some vegetables. I couldn't bring myself to tell her no matter how nice she was, I just couldn't tell her that my twenty years old self was dumb as well as dyslexic. I remember a few of the children in the pack laughing at me when I had helped one of them pick her textbook that fell from her bag. I had tried to pronounce what was written on it when they all burst out into laughter. Since then I had never picked up any book. It wasn't like I needed to learn to read and write anyway. I was a slave, nothing more and books didn't matter to one.

She sighed, her steps light and quick as she carried a basket of firewood towards the communal hearth. Ava's hands were calloused from years of hard labour, her back bent from the weight of her burdens. As a slave in the pack, her days were an unending cycle of chores and silent endurance. She was a shadow among the pack members, seen but rarely acknowledged. Yet, despite her outward subservience, there was a fierce light in her eyes, a silent defiance that had not been extinguished by years of oppression. As she approached the hearth, a harsh voice cut through the morning air. Gregor's of course!

"And I mean literally. I came from a poor country, from a poor family. I was naive and I was desperate. Someone offered me money. A job, he said. And he told me I could feed my family. I had seven younger siblings. And all of us are too malnourished. My mother had died of sickness and my father just disappeared. Me and my brother took care of our siblings. "Hearing the job offer, I took it. Not even considering the fact that it was too good to be true. It was desperation that pushed me. The biggest nightmare was when I realized I was being transported to another county illegally. And that I have to pleasure old men and please my masters in exchange for my life.

Yet, in that moment, as she glanced back at me with a flicker of fear in her eyes, it became clear how deeply threatened they were by my existence. I had been a slave my entire life, but now, I refused to be that fragile, helpless girl who constantly needed saving. I could save myself. I would save myself. From that point on, not even Lady Catherine or anyone else in the kingdom would ever be able to inflict harm upon me again. The man from my right side ran his fingers across my pale skin as he said, "What a beauty. " "Indeed. It's not worth taking care of the dead now. She will feel much better alive."

After what felt like a lifetime of silence, one of the slaves, Stasha, stood and made her way toward the paper. She read the paper silently to herself; her face showed nothing but worry. She stumbled backward as though keeping her own weight on her feet was painful. After another breath of silence, Kamala finally stood and made her way towards the paper as well. I followed pursuit, wincing as I pulled myself to my feet. I held onto my chest and made my way towards the paper. There were 12 names for each of the 12 slaves. We had to choose one family each to go with.

“Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

I knew I could not judge them, because when it comes to love, looks and ages did not matter, for there were other who were in December affair. I thought, I should die fighting for my freedom rather than to let freedom depart me. I was surprised when I wasn't lost of consciousness as what happened to those four. I also noticed that there was no cigarette left to the boy. My hope came back and it wasn't my end yet, but it was the end of him. There was one more thing I noticed, the girl wasn't just out of her consciousness but truly dead and she was just lying there. She was pitiable, because of her young age, she experienced to be abandoned, but the most painful part the possibility that her o

She went back into her room and broke into tears. She couldn't tell why she was crying...she couldn't. Is it for the fact that she no longer has her freedom or for the fact that another headache is coming to her? Nina couldn't say. She lay on the bed and cried. Her sobs were soon heard by the boys outside and they all wondered what was wrong with her. "The slave is crying seriously." Tom told Daniel. Daniel looked at him and shrugged. "She must be frustrated. Her father leaving her here.....and everything." Daniel replied.

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

Aliyah Two weeks later… "So this is my great, great, great grandfather." I couldn't help but be amazed at the image in the book I'd been reading for the past hour. This was the same book Brenda had shown me before, and she was as amazed as I was just by reading about the epic story of Hermes Everhart.