Book About Slave Novels & Stories

The woman wiped her tears as Helen's eyes welled up. 'How could Marcel be this cruel? How could Marcel let this happen?' Helen thought to herself. And the woman continued, "After a period, they start selling these girls to different countries, some are sold for slavery and some for prostitution. All the girls in here are virgins and if they are not, they turn them into a virgin by stitching their genitals. Once their masters are done with them, they get them back here but the animals in here resell them to other countries again." The woman's feet gave up as she dropped onto the floor.

Not until I saw a man approaching me. The man appeared disheveled and unkempt, with tattered clothing that showed signs of wear and tear. His face bore traces of dirt and grime, making me realize that I was no different from him because he was a slave too. But despite his work appearance, his eyes held a glimmer of resilience, reflecting the strength within him. His posture seemed weary, hinting at the possible hardship he must have endured in the slave establishment. "Miss, are you working here as a slave?" He asked, his voice gentle yet firm.

Not only that, but it meant that they would always find me. A coy smile tugged at the corner of Lennox’s mouth as he propped his chin on his palm, his lashes sweeping up as his eyes met mine and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. “Renee, you seem to be forgetting something. You are our slave…” His smile deepened, and he cast a glance at Levi. “Brother, can you please explain what a slave means to this woman?” Levi’s eyes brightened like he couldn’t wait to demean me and explain my role to me. “A slave is someone who is held in forced servitude. They have little to no say over their lives and live to obey their masters”

the slave said, struggling to his feet. Damien scoffed. “Are you seriously blackmailing us?” The slave shook his head. “If I tell the world the truth, they wouldn't believe me, no man would believe a woman is leading the men's army, so right now, I'm begging for my life with my service.” “How can a slave be of any use to us?” One of my mother's guards scoffed.

He gestured to the chair across from him, and I sat in it gracefully while feeling a certain kind of pride in knowing that I did not disappoint Kieran Lancaster. “Twenty thousand dollars,” he began, leaning back in his throne-like chair. “You would not be the first slave I have freed, and neither will you be the last. I free them and give them a second chance at life. Most return to be slaves again. Only a few come back as successes—William…” A boy slave came rushing in at the sound of this name. “Bring me a glass of wine. And see… this was once a slave like you. Now she struts in here like a queen. When I free you, make sure to be like her.”

Elena took a long sigh and turned again and said "I am Elena, a slave here" "slave?" He asked in confusion because after Ashton became a king, he made all the slaves into working maids and servants with a regular salary, and no one is allowed to even call themself slaves, so he asked again "when did you come here? and... who is your master?".

they had it harder. We all had it hard, there really was no comparing sufferings. However white men could rape female slaves without fear of punishment. It was only recently that I was told that men and boys were also sexually abused by their slave masters. I was baffled, it was indecent and horrible. Men and boys were obviously also forced into unwanted sexual activity but the only problem was they didn't bear mixed race children to document it. Like Mary..

In the corner was even a tall shelf full of all different kinds of books. I got the most excited when I saw a bath readied for me. The steaming liquid calling for me.. the tub big enough to submerge myself up to my neck. I nodded my head at the men and the guards stepped shut the door, leaving me in my room all to myself. Maybe.. being a slave won’t be so horrible.. if I could just follow the rules. ••••••••••••••••••••••

"Obviously, Asher didn't brief you guys well that day" "Maybe you should do the briefing" I rolled my eyes. He sighed. "First and foremost, they are not slaves but servants" "The last time I checked that's almost the same thing" "Well, it's not. Let's just say the money a person is bought at is just like the money you keep in a fixed deposit account, with time it accumulates" "The male servants work in the factories, not just our factories but so many other factories. Our company is well known for supply of human labor. Some even travel abroad"

"Your Majesty, we have a couple of new members that will introduce themselves before we move on to the more important matters. My heart raced with anxiety when I realized introductions were happening right away. I had rehearsed my lines a few times, but only a garbled jumble of words came to my mind while I waited for my name to be called out. "Next, Lady Nadia Varga, Daughter of Mr. Eugene Varga, former courtesan and worker at the Great Kitchens, now a loyal mistress of Grand Duke, Ian Balogh Bauer." I bowed down before opening my mouth, but the King wasn't looking at me. He locked his eyes with Ian and motioned me to sit down. Another gentleman, much old and frail than the earlier man, sto