Romans & histoires Family Foot Slave

If he had not been there, there would have been getting slapped painfully by society. “No, he is not. He has an only child that is the slut, out there holding the stamp of the legal child. Mother, just think about it. If our family has been called out by sophisticated families, who would be the ones wearing the Crown? That slut!!” Stacy said, gnashing her teeth. How much she wished to chew her alive. The malediction had been cursed since she felt how poor they were. Her mother caught a fish, and he led them to a good life, but the fish was already infected.

When you’ve got a perfectly serviceable blood slave at home? James winced. Blood slave was a very old term for humans that weren’t thralls, but were kept by a vampire for their blood. The similarity between that and what he and his brother did with their progeny was not all that far of a stretch. ‘Please don’t call her that.’

“That sounds good, I agree!” “I agree!” “l agree!”. Just like that, the words i agree’ echoed repeatedly within the crowds, for money, they were willing to risk being hunted by humans to sell me. My legs finally gave in as I finally collapsed on the cold ground. Being sold as a slave was something worse than death. Who knew what hell would come upon me once i became a slave, it was so unimaginable but I stood no chance for a bargain seeing how enthusiastic the crowd was, and their affirmation of Beta Miguel’s suggestion, alpha Lawrence nodded his head, having to take up his mind, he turned to look at me nonchalantly and finally voiced out his decision,

I didn't see anyone as I made my way to the kitchen, I was fucking tired of being a slave, I needed to ended it all now, I had to endure my family's hatred and now I can't endure being a slave. I needed to be free from the shackles of slavery, from the hatred of my family. And if this was the only way, I was willing to take it. I grabbed the sharpest knife with a curved edge, my hand trembling as I raised it to my chest. But before I could bring it down, Master Romario grasped my hand, his grip firm.

She won't believe me anyway. "Would you have any idea of where the family got sold as slaves?" I ask and she shakes her head. "Only the King and his family would know that. Obviously, such bad people would only be bought by the manifest of all slave masters. But I don't know exactly who bought them." She answers. Doesn't that also mean that my family cannot be ok? There is nothing like a good slave master. There are however the evilest and I guess that is what she is referring to when she says the meanest of slave masters.

He cringed a little. "One, don't ever think that again," I said, fighting to keep my voice firm. "And two, what other choice would I have? From the day we were born, they've controlled everything we do. If you weren't a factor in all of this, you still think my outcome would be any different? I'm not being sold into slavery today, I'm just changing ownership," my voice was pure venom and I could see Aiden clenching his jaw, fighting back the same emotions that I was. "We've always been slaves with the dressed up titles of Daughter and Son.

Alison said, scoffing in mockery. "Their family knew we were good for business, so they asked for one of our daughters, and you know we have two, and we felt you were the best for it." Mom said as a smile crept on her face. Unbelievable! They now counted me as a family member, just because he was a dying man. They would have just called a maid who could take care of their husband. Now, all I would do was work as a slave for the family. "What about work?" I asked.

Their faces twisted in confusion, anxiety flickering in their eyes. Whenever they wanted me to give something up, they’d slap me with one hand and offer candy with the other. It never failed to work. All they had to do was take the first step and reach out, and I’d cave every time. This time, no one was on the other end of the call, eagerly calling them “Mom” and “Dad.” “Honey, Laura’s not exactly the sharpest at work, so why do you keep spoiling her? When we’re gone, she’ll burn through the family’s fortune in no time.

I was too young to believe that entering the estate would be the one thing that I might not be able to get out of. I was now a slave for a debt, a slave to ensure my family was safe, a slave who thought that she was to be a hero… but under the pretty dresses, the strong posture, the warm food, and roof over our heads stood one detail that one could not ignore… I had lost my freedom.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.” I frowned. “Explain.” “She’s a debt payment,” he said simply. “Her family stole something important from me. They begged for mercy and gave me Violet instead. She’s a graced slave, Mother. Nothing more.” My pulse fluttered. A slave. Not a wife. Not a Luna. I stepped closer. “So… I can do anything I want with her?” “Yes,” he said. “Anything.” The wives wanted to break Violet’s womb. But now…