Dangerous Freedom Over Peaceful Slavery Novels & Stories

"She's my sex slave, and through me, to your brother. I'm his sex slave." Cindy laughed, amused apparently. "I'm pretty sure Lincoln freed the slaves with the Emancipation Proclamation, even sex slaves." "We're not talking about involuntary servitude, Cindy, which still exists and is illegal. We're talking about voluntary slavery where one person agrees voluntarily to serve another of their own free will; Dominance and Submission. Slave, show Cindy your collar."

“We are not setting the sea on fire, we are setting their ships on fire, all of them. It might not stop them, but it would slow them down for us to not only get back to our kingdom, but to prepare for the war.” “Did you hear yourself?” Casy exploded with a hysterical laugh. “Ace,” she called, turning to him, but he remained quiet. Her laughter died and her face tightened in seriousness. “This is madness. This is suicide and I should never have come along.” “I set over a hundred slaves free before running away. I doubt we are the only ones they are looking for. This gives us a better opportunity to strike, but if you’re so scared, you can leave. We haven’t left shore yet.” Joi said, and Casy

When the crowd saw the downfall of the three slaves, everyone remained quiet, no one will be free from slavery unless they want death. "Now they gained their freedom...."

he admitted. "It is not the same thing," she replied, her eyes searching his. "My secrets… my past… it endangers you. I will not let my mistakes cost you the will to live freely." She shook her head, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. "But I am free," he retorted firmly, his face hardening a bit. "Prator… he allowed me to go scot-free on the account that I never speak of freeing the slaves again." "And you agreed?"

I had gone from worrying about my next meal to the threat of oncoming war. “You’re right, things do need to change.” I nodded, thinking of the white wolves that were kept alive. I had more questions than answers, but knew that a life in slavery is not a life at all. No matter how they were being treated, they deserved control over their lives. “We’ll do everything we can do avoid war though, right?”

Never at peace. But was I really ready to stay here? Because staying here meant giving up my ... Freedom, my brain supplied automatically. It meant giving up my freedom. If I stayed here I was a slave. If I stayed here, I would become a possession. A plaything. A toy to be owned and used by a group of men I mostly had not even met yet. Did I really want that? Could I really be okay with that? But there was something else too. It niggled at my mind, insisting that I recognise it.

I learned my lesson after Liam kidnapped me. “Helena! You can’t decide who lives and dies!” My father growled as we walked into our tent just outside the slave camp. I rolled my eyes. “Would you have made the decision? Tell me, father. Would you have given the order? No! You wouldn’t. You would let them go. You can’t let people like that go. They come back with greater force. Oliver and I know that. We lived through it. We set the innocent slaves free. The people who can still have a future. Unfortunately, you can’t change the mind of pure evil! You can only destroy it!” He cringed back slightly with every word.

Roley happily took Hana's hand and nodded, "Clear, obvious, as bright as two searchlight bulbs straight into my eyes," Hana gently withdrew her hand and said, "Thus, the treaty of slavery has been abolished," Roley nodded affirmatively, "Of course, not only that, I will declare to the whole D.Ruck school that you are my person, so no one will dare to bother you, including Racba," "No," Hana declined. "Everything is the same, as long as you cancel the slave agreement. I'm still going to write a provocative letter every month, and who's tearing me up doesn't care."

You could count the few number of teeth left in his mouth, “But we are as good as dead because unless we do what they predicted, the shackles of slavery will follow our children’s children.” “God forbid. Not my portion” A man named Ikenna spat as he crunched his knuckles ready to fight. “Oh, you can make a scene Ike, whose portion is it?” Uche asked, “It is not about shouting God forbid and revolting. If we don’t act, we are doom, period.” “Will you bring your wife so that she could bore a child who has those accursed powers?” Ikenna asked with narrowed eyes.

--- Both sides were no longer controlled by patterns alone. --- And as the invisible chains that once dictated every move began to shatter— One final truth emerged: --- Freedom was not safety. --- It was risk. --- Because once the chain was broken— --- There was nothing left to guide you. --- Only your choices. --- And in a war like this— --- One wrong choice— --- Could change everything.