Romans & histoires Family Foot Slave

I uttered and watched the sad twitch of the Alphas lips. “We figured that out as soon as we arrived. It’s worse here than we knew, I’m so sorry that you have had to endure this life.” “It’s not all been bad. There are 14 slaves in this house, it’s like having a big extended family, all living under one roof.” “You’re close with them?” “As close as you can be with anyone I guess.” I uttered, but my mind was stuck on thoughts of Silver lake. “What would I have to do?”

" Asher asked. "Eh on the grounds that my father and Asher's people are friends, so that's why they said, Asher's family can help our business, so they need Asher to be my important person next." said Haya. "Of course, assuming your people just need allies, I can give them that and beyond the means of Asher's parents." Asher is happy. "Tssk! I can't make a joke here Asher! How can you give it up and be better than him?" fatigue Haya said.

I quickly got down from the bed and rushed out of the room, making my way to the slave dining. When I got there, the long dining table was already filled to the brim with slaves; young and old alike. I managed to find an empty seat facing a male slave and sat down. We were often divided into groups to share a big bowl of food, which often led to fights and arguments about who would eat the most; that moment was always when the elderlies would scold us, telling us we had more stamina than them and should eat less, leading to rebellion from the younger ones.

and I was a child who did not yet have the capacity to understand what was fully going on until it was too late. now more than a decade has passed and I am treated like a slave by The Very people who promise to be family to be. I still hear my father's words in my sleeve. I believe that it is just him reminding me of the promises they made to him. I promised that I would love my stepmother and stepsisters. that I would treat them like family because they were. I have been kind to them. and we follow my father's promise till the end because I respect him.

"It's the only one left; many of the homes in the area are in disrepair; just a week ago, one came down with the family inside. Luckily, no one was hurt, but the family is now in a tent." "Where does your funding come from, and where does it go? You said everything is second-hand?" Darius looks at him. "We get no funding. I pay for a lot out of my pocket. The food some places donate, but I buy a lot to ensure the families have food." Darius stands shocked. He had no idea. Just how blind has he become? "You mentioned the kids being slaves. In what sense?" "Most are willing to be a slave. It means they get to sleep in a house, even if it is broken down. Many of the children here have families

Nadia looked at me suspiciously, but I just smiled. "I'll tell you a bit about myself." I picked up the other plate and began to eat, picking up the silver spoon and ignoring the pain I felt when I touched the silver. "I was a slave in the Cruel Claws pack, the Alpha there is called Julian... I was born this way, as a child I cried many times, wondering what I had done to be a slave." I take several pieces of meat and notice that she's eating them all. Nadia is suspicious, but paying attention.

The moustache guy yells on my face. "No, She was fine, she can’t be dead!" My throat tightens as panic rises in me, Unless my family had something to do with it, my heart sinks. No matter how much I want to deny it I know my family. I am well aware my step sister is capable of anything. Including taking an innocent kid's life if it meant power, riches or fame in return. I take a shaky breath, fighting back tears that threaten to spill over. I can’t cry, not in front of these men who care for nothing but profit from selling slaves.

He clicked his tongue sharply, “As long as you live you would forever be under my dominance. I own you. Your life, your blood and even your soul to do whatsoever my soul pleases. You are my slave and that’s your lot.” “I’m no longer a slave, yes for your father but not for you and as your father is no more, it relinquishes the slave title. I’m free, please let me go. It's growing dark and… my husband will be home awaiting my return.” Making his eyes widen in shock and angry veins pop.

she stupidly said. "Please come" I said. "Why?" She said, walking closer to me. "Do you know why I'm doing this?" I smiled sweetly. "No but what reason could you possibly have to do this to your family" she said with boldness. "The family that didn't add my name to their wills, that doesn't care about me, that turned me to a slave, working morning and night and the family that isn't my real family" I said. "They are not your real parents," she gasped.

I said. My eyes produced healthy tears again. "I can't get out of my mind the difficult experience I had under the roof of the people. I thought they would serve as my shield against the cruelty of life. It is a mistake to think that they are my family when they treat me as a slave. I became the maid of my own family. The annoying thing is that I have no choice. I have no choice but to endure and understand them even if it's suffocating." I let out a sigh.