Esclavo Novels & Stories

“I promise to make the night blissful for us.” If I didn’t know this animal better, I would have fallen for his stupid tricks. “I despise unsubmissive women.” He presses the bridge of his nose, irritated. “I don't want to be here.” I find my voice, pushing my anxiety to the depths of my stomach. He wiggles a warning finger. “You are my slave.” “That doesn’t make me less of a being. I’m not an animal who follows every order.” “Wrong. Slaves are animals. Now come to me.”

"Please... don't do this. I’ve never... nobody has ever touched me. Please, Cassius!" "You're begging? I spent ten years begging! Every time Gideon or Draven used me as a punching bag, I begged. And you know what they said? They said a slave has no right to words. You aren't a Duke's son anymore. You’re my property. My personal toy." "Stop! It hurts! You're breaking my skin!" "Crying won't help you here. This is the first payment on a debt that can never be settled. From the moment your father’s heart stopped, you became my asset. My slave. My ghost. I am your Master now, and you will learn to obey."

he pulled away, amusement dripping like poison in his tone as he stood tall, and proud above me. “My mate… a human slave.”

Each of them with their face down and their hands crossed over each other at the front. Lexi approached with calculated steps, swaying his gaze from maiden to maiden as he strolled towards me. He stopped in front of a maiden and grabbed one of her breasts. I was used to seeing him act like that. Treating women so disrespectfully as if he owned them. But was I wrong? He actually owned them. Some of us were servants while some were slaves. Slaves and servants held different meanings in Crescida. A slave is someone who is bought and made to work without any wage but a servant is one who works for his wage. So the treatment actually differs.

Era rushed out these words, so excited to know what was going on in her life as Michelle shook her head saying, “No, I am not a slave. I was given my freedom by the prince months ago, after they took you, he sent me to the house of an old woman, Mrs. Danni by name and she is the kindest soul you could ever think of, she is the one who took care of me taking me as her daughter. I am not working as a slave. But although I am accepted by my people here, I am not happy. Nobody wants to hear anything about you, they all believe that you are bad and I hate them for that.”

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

The journey blurs together, but by the time we reach the Nythera stronghold, I am certain of one thing, I would rather die than live as a slave. The slaves are lined up before a stone platform. At its center, a man stands draped in a blood-red cloak, watching. It does not take long to guess who he is. General Elowen. I have heard stories of him, the ruthless Delta of Nythera. One by one, the slaves are assigned to different roles, kitchen workers, stable hands…….. Then, it gets to my turn. A soldier grabs me by the arm forcing me forward. "She’s the Alpha’s daughter," he mutters, filled with disdain. "A waste of breath."

I only realized that I was when I saw big drops of tears drizzling down my legs. “Hush now,” a warm voice called me, and then I felt a hand touching my cheek. Slowly, I looked up and met his brown eyes. “Don’t cry. As long as you obey me, I won’t kill you,” he said. Is he… comforting me? The man who bought me for $5 million was giving me comfort? ‘What a load of b*llshit!’ “From today onwards,” He continued, “I am your master, and you are my slave. If you play nice, I'll treat you well."

Something seemed to break in her eyes, causing tears to well up. Dave’s heart sank, and his pupils narrowed. This was Elaine—the woman who always acted arrogantly in front of him, always had a sharp tongue, never bowed to anyone, and had even pressured her own mother in order to marry into the Bo family. Yet now, for the sake of a few hundred thousand rupiah, she was willing to beg like this.