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Real. “Elina,” I breathed out. I barely heard my own voice. But then I had to remind myself. I didn’t bring her here to protect her, I brought her here to belong..to me. I’ll break her, rebuild her, and she’ll wear my very name like a collar. My pretty little slave.

I’m a mother desperately looking for her son. I didn’t belong to anyone, not as a servant, a possession, a puppet, or a plaything. And I never would. The very idea of being called someone’s slave filled me with fire. I wouldn’t wear that title, not even if they tortured me until the last breath left my body.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

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.

We were the weaker of the genders and the fact that I could read wasn’t a bonus for some of the masters the traders tried to sell me to. In fact, some of those people were actually surprised that I could read since slaves never had time to learn in the first place. Sadly, when I told people that I had been kidnapped, they laughed in my face. I sometimes stood on the boat wondering how people thought slaves became slaves. If you just woke up one day and decided to become one!

“Let`s hope it won`t get to that, Mastermind.” A wise man once asked, “What would they write about my grave? A free man born as a king, and died as a slave?” They say a slave is a person who is legally owned by another person and is forced to work for them by any means. But with us, people, we illegally make people our slaves by what we benefit from them. Treating them like cookie-cutter crap. But what should we, as slaves, do? We should benefit as they do. That’s 50/50. However, I had to do what I had to do.

Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s. “Deal” Beta Miguel did the same as he grabbed the other members hands and shake, the deal was completed and I, Emma Mondragon, had officially become a slave. ** I don’t know how long it’s been all i know is that we’ve been in a constant rush for the past few days, we came by quite a few stops to collect the other slaves that the Slavers were supposed to deliver, as of now, we were here in one of their bases to collect the other slaves held there and unlike all the other slaves, I am not chained with iron chains. Instead, I am handcuffed with silver, shackled hands and

He saw that his proximity affected her so he returned to the small couch, crossing his legs in front of him, urging her to speak with a quirk of his brow. "It's a house where the slave masters sell and buy slaves. It's a dangerous place, especially for the female slaves. They are treated like animals. The slave masters have full control over their bodies and will do anything to them. Some are...raped every day. The male slaves are usually used in heavy-duty work. They don't seem to be treated any better either..." Rome winced mentally at the toneless way she spoke about it. "That was where–" Elora hesitated and swallowed. "That's all I know, Your Majesty. It's a terrible place."

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.

"You do realize I'm not gay, probably not even bi, right? I had sex with women because I was a slave and had to do as a Master or Mistress said. Slavery made me crave sex, and Lisa was a source of sex, but if I'm not a slave and don't crave sex to the same degree and you're willing to boink when I need it, I'm not intending to have sex with her again." "Why do you think your slavery made you crave sex so much?" "It released me from my repression. Slaves aren't allowed to be repressed. I had to serve you in any capacity you desired, whenever you desired it. I had to be ready for sex at a moments notice." "Since you were released from your repression, do you think you'll maintain your sex driv