Novel & Cerita Dom Slave

Isabella Smith Point Of View. "Good morning gentlemen, Dominic Clint is proud once again to bring you the finest slaves from all over the world. They are perfectly trained and tested and as always you can check out all the slaves personally." Dominic Clint announced from the stage on the occasion of the auction day. I had always listened about the auction of houses but, had never thought of auction of human flesh.

I look at her, confused. Why is she saying sorry? She did nothing wrong. “Why are you saying--- wahh! Look Yaya Celine, there’s an Ice cream!” I pointed to the man who was selling Ice cream. “Senorita, you’re not supposed to eat outside food. Your Mommy says that you're not allowed to eat outside.” she said. “Then I’ll buy an Ice cream and eat inside so it’s not forbidden.” I giggled. “Your Mom said, all you have to eat is home-cooked or maybe cooked by professional chefs... if you want to eat Ice cream, let me tell her so she can call--“

I felt nothing but hatred towards the slave at this moment. "I'll kill that bitch!"I screamed in anger as the maids who saw me flinched away in response. "M-my lady?!" Lady Kanna walked up to me frightened, and that weird look she gave me was adding fuel to my anger. It felt like I was being looked at as a child. "Bring me that slave!" I ordered breathing heavily. "Which of the slaves? Or who are you referring to, my lady?" She questioned with a confused look. "Do you want me to spell her name out for you? I said bring that girl bought from the slave trade market now!"

Valentine was sick of feeling so out of control, he still preferred to have everything under control. “Valentine, I can feel she’s in critical condition! she wants to die! We have to save her right now! If you don’t want to go, let me out and I will save her!” Cadis shouted ,he didn’t expect his mate would be held captive by the humans to be sold as a slave or something and also, she was not in a good condition. No matter how he looked at it, It was something that couldn’t be said is good in any way.

“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” Lennox chimed in. “Considering the havoc that you have caused in our lives. It should be an honor for you to be recognized as our slave. And note that all of this isn’t a must. You can break free from this life when you return the money that you owe us and the diamond bracelet” He said with a smile on his face.

I had already been struggling so much that my body shifted in the bed and I fell on the floor. “What are you doing?Do you know that the longer it takes for you to heal the harder it will be for us to sell you off!" One of them yelled and then the other just growled at my body that was sprawled on the floor. ”Why don't we just cut her up already? honestly she looks far too damaged to fetch a good price...“ It was the way they talked about me as if I was nothing more than an item. I was an Alpha blood, and now I had to endured this again...being a slave, u rather be chopped into pieces instead of me to have to endure *living* like that.

No I knew him, I knew him that was for sure. “20 million twice.” The lights converged on him and the next moment I fainted. Of course I knew him. I even knew him too well. Denver. Slave #345. How could I not recognize him at first glance? “20 million three times.” No. " No, not that." I whispered as my tears fell. Not him. “Adjudicated.” With that last word my world collapsed and I recoiled in terror. He had bought me and if he had done it it was not to save me.

"Yes Uncle Demitri, tell me a bed-time story." He sobered and put his hands on his knees, scowling thoughtfully at the ground. "Alright," he said after a moment, "here's one. Once upon a time, there was a young slave, who didn't know her place. She was always chiding and bossing and making a nuisance of herself. One day she got herself knocked up...and then she was really intolerable." Calliope laughed and shoved his arm. "Stop it. I'm not really that bad."

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

"Anyone else but not her." "Mrs Kate, are you even listening to yourself? Do you have conscience at all for you to talk this wickedly about a poor girl like her? She deserves to be treated like a human being. She might be a slave but that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve a special treatment when sick."