Enslaved Synonym Novels & Stories

I start taking in my surroundings. Across the marble courtyard, other heirs arrive in waves. Trust fund royals with imperious airs. Political dynasties disguised as innocents. Corporate empires paraded in the guise of families. And above us, carved into the stone archway, the words glare down at me like a decree: LEGACY IS LAW.

She could see very clearly in the dark, including those in the van with her. " And how was the feeling of being looked down upon, how is the feeling of being trampled upon? How is the feeling of being enslaved?". " Never," Naya said sternly in her head, " that's never going to happen; I can't be enslaved, I am the moon goddess, and they ought to be bowing to my feet." " Well that wouldn't be happening, and they wouldn't be enslaving you, I..will be enslaving you", she said weakly but firmly, " tell me your name",

Eric:(smirk)" Yes he was, but as you can see he was my enemy so I snatched his mate, slept with you, mated with you and now I have made you my sex slave." Clara:(angry)"You... Jerk." Eric:(cold)" Yes, I'm Jerk." He pressed your throat with his strong hands. [If choice A2] Clara:(cold) " Why now Oscar is my mate?" Eric:(smirk) " He was always your mate." Clara:(confused)" What do you mean...?" Eric:(smirk)" I have abducted you and now you're my mistress, in short you're my sex slave." Clara:(rage)" how dare to call me like that? I'm not your slave or anything...I thought you were my mate!"

Sometimes I loved that Eloise was so innocent, but not today. “Exactly how is he supposed to help us El? He has been enslaved by my father. Enslaved like those poor girls. Enslaved like those poor rogues and bastards who are dragged down into the mines every day. So tell me El, how is he supposed to help us?”

If I'm obedient, maybe he'll just let me exist as far away from him as humanly possible. "Can I ask you something first?", I murmur. "Sure." "Do you have a microchip too?" She looks at Anna, confused for a moment, and Anna, with a smirk on her face, answers my question in her place, by responding with, "We're not slaves. We're servants." "Servants?"

she informed and Mirabel stared at her confused, it's not like she's a criminal or something. 'you are actually a criminal, you stole his money and wrist watch' her subconscious reminded. 'yeah but that doesn't mean he can lock me in his house, this is actually called kidnapping, he could go to jail' she replied in her mind. 'and what you is called stealing. You can go to jail too. Mind you, he's rich he can always get out' her subconscious stated. 'you have a point' she nodded her head, "boss Adrian's order, you should stay in his room until he return" Lily's voice snapped her back to conciousness.

the man who was a leader asked. “No, but they did treat someone very important to us all as a slave for years, and for that I want them to feel what it is like to lose everything you love and then be treated like a slave on top of that. Because I know that the survivors if any, will be taken in by other pack and they will be nothing but the lowest ranking wolves.” Said the seer.

“What! Don’t!” “No one touches what’s mine Corina. I made that plain to all my men and he should have known.” I hear nothing else beyond those first five words. “Yours?” “You are in fact my captive aren’t you.” The flickering little flame dies instantly. I don’t even understand why or what I was hoping for. That ‘mine’ meant anything more beyond being under his yoke? I am his little plaything, nothing more. And shouldn’t forget that when he acts nice. To assert that position I say, “More like thrall. Shouldn’t I also add being your escort to the deal?”

I flipped to the page that carried his handwritten note: Protect her at all costs. For days, that line had been my lifeline. A promise I clung to when the world sneered. But now, with this message, the note felt like a riddle. Protection could mean anything. A cage was also protection, wasn’t it? A wall built high enough to keep someone from leaving.

We grew up together, we were slaves together, we escaped together, and we took back what was ours together. “Ah it’s a good morning when you get a little bit of revenge,” He takes a deep breath to smell the blood and fear in the dungeon like it’s fucking fresh air. Emmett is just as twisted as I am. Both turned into monsters from the horrors committed against us. “Speaking of revenge, how was brutally deflowering the former princess?” He asks as we leave the dungeons. I hadn't expected to find Emmett here. I came here to work a little of my frustrations out on my prisoners who definitely deserve what they are getting.