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"You judge him based on what you see now. Do you forget he was a slave for a long time? Have you stopped to think how he feels? He had a shitty day, and then you come to save him only to make his day even shittier." He looks at Vladimir. "You, what's your name?" Mark asks. "V-Vladimir." "And since when have you been a slave?" "I-It's a-alright. I a-ac-accept to be re-rejected." "No one is rejecting anyone," Mark says to Vladimir. "For fourteen years, he had been a slave. Since he was nine," I tell Mark. I could feel Mark is disappointed with me. I hate when this happens.

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

I swallowed the whole cock again and began to move it back and forth, always using more force and also scratching the inside of his leg. It didn't take long and his body tensed up more, his taste became stronger and I knew he was about to cum, so just as the first spurt was about to come out, I pulled my mouth away and stopped all the stimulation. The slave couldn't stand it and said. "No!" The man's voice echoed. I heard my Master's laughter and I turned my face away, he moved and I got back on all fours, standing at his feet. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

That is what her mistress always tells her. She has always wished to be bought by someone like Mr Charles, Emily master. A noble and righteous man who got Emily because his wife was barren, to give birth, he has to take a new wife but he loves his wife deeply so he got a slave instead. And since they brought in Emily, they started treating her like family, it is hard to say if Emily was a slave once. She want a master like that, but she could only wish. Her fate depends on today's auction, whoever she gets sold to. But what is even more worst than getting sold is not getting sold.

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

Year 1784 Awoken by the sound of rain and lightening becoming so loud she stood up, sitting on the floor. She looked at the cell in which she was trapped in a cell, with the little window, which was attached to the wall. Everywhere looked calm, she could not remember the last time she stayed in a funished building, everywhere smelt of rats, dead rotten rats, she had been caged in a hole a long time now. The room which was enclosed with wall of stone and the smaller window which prevents her from escaping, which prevents her from seeing her loved ones, its been eight misery years since her freedom was snatched from her, for the past eight years, six months and five days, the room has always b

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.

said Amar holding back furiously. “Your slave won't die, Amar. Just because she hasn't eaten all day,” said Axelina without an expression on her beautiful face. Amar really couldn't hold back his anger. Amar vent it to Axelina's body. Amar pushed Axelina's body until she lay on the bed. Amar tore the clothes worn by Axelina. Axelina who was treated like that was just silent without a fight. Axelina looked at Amar with an incomprehensible gaze. Her mouth was silent without a word.

I said waving the book at his face. "Can I see? he inquired smiling. I nodded and stretched the book to him. "Slave to the Ruthless Master" he read aloud raising his brows. "This is an 18+ rated story" he said and eyed me. "What? I'm almost 18. It's just two months remaining" I defended. And it's not as if I haven't seen worse. What could be worse than what I caught Jayden doing today in the washroom? It's a human story that talked about a girl whom was sold by her father to a ruthless master who killed people without a second thought.

She looked up when I neared, and I could see the excitement in her eyes. "Hello," she said, giving me a smile. "Are you here for the wolf history section too?" I nodded eagerly, grateful to have found someone with a common interest. Sierra quickly stood up and pointed to the shelves with infectious excitement. We searched the shelves until we found a title I hadn't seen before: "The Diary of Salvador, as Told by a Disciple." "Salvador," I murmured. "Who is he?" Sierra nodded as she heard the name.