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“Let me tell you something, Irene. Stop thinking about when you were still a slave. You left that life eight years ago. You are no longer a slave and please stop seeing yourself as a slave,” I exhaled. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

he forced a smile. "So please I will need your help," she opened her book. "We were given an assignment to write down the history of Shade and a bit about Castle." "Story time it is. Now pay attention," he sat next to her. "During the 18th century," he began. "When slavery was the hit of the time, the white men randomly purchased slaves from the local chiefs themselves, who were greedy and selfish. Castle happened to be born by some of the slaves who were taken and growing up he lived as a high servant in the house of his master. He was loved, treated as mostly equal to the other white servants. And all that ended in a day, when news of his affair with his Master's only daughter Eva, reache

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

I heard myself whispering as I dropped to my knees so fast, pain shot through them when they hit the stone floor. I pressed my forehead to the ground in the submission pose they had taught us on our first day as slaves, and my whole body shook as I waited for death. This was how slaves showed complete surrender and maybe if I made myself small enough and pathetic enough he might kill me quickly instead of slowly. "I am sorry. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Please." I babbled into the floor, tears running down my face. I knew what happened to slaves who offended important wolves and death was the kindest thing I could hope for.

Noely took her seat beside her and began, " I told you someone is trying to snatch your positive, I'm sure you must have heard about a new slave that has been causing some trouble lately," " Yeah? I heard a slave attempted to escape and she even tried to kill Alpha Larsen," she chuckled, " it was ridiculous. Well though, this ain't the first time a slave would attempt to escape," " And what becomes the end of such slave?" " Of course they get killed," " And yet, this one isn't." Pweety turned to her with a furrowed brow and a surprised expression. " She's still alive?"

When the door opened, she was shocked to see the slave. Delaney didn't know why she was feeling threatened by the stunning lady she saw. She was very beautiful, more than the other slaves, more than her..

"Why not?" "Because I was the house slave. I cleaned, cooked, and scrubbed from a young age, into my teens and my adulthood. They never let me watch the tv so I developed a voracious reading appetite. Books were my escape from my terrible reality. I taught myself how to read and write since Penelope refused to send me to school. Whenever I slacked on my chores, Penelope starved me as a form of punishment. But I was used to slavery anyway so back then, my life did not seem so horrific." She shrugged but a drop of tear slid down and she hoped Asher didn't notice it. "Not all humans are like that though, I hope you know," Asher said.

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" Don't you think is wise to leave these god damned forsaken place, it sickens me everyday, you never for once tried to escape, you wanna remain stuck in here" She said standing up and walking near her cell mate. "I really wanna leave here you know, but, you tried escaping and have been caught and totured numerously, the only way you can try escaping is been sold as a SLAVE who might give you a more dangerous life or a good life, but the chances of getting a good life is minimal" Rachel said reminding her of some stories, she had heard news about slaves getting sold to good masters "But also I heard news about slaves been sold to their evil masters and were forcefully sexually assaulted or k

All it took was 1 hour, 1 hour to change my life, and 1 hour is all it took for me to become an Omega slave. I enter the kitchen and thank the moon goddess that time is on my side this morning in fact, I'm 15 minutes early so breakfast definitely won't be late. Hopefully, that means I'll only get slaps and kicks today while serving breakfast to everyone and I won't get beat. Friday I was 3 minutes late serving breakfast and I was badly beaten. The longer I'm here the worse the beatings get.