Family Foot Slave Novels & Stories

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

"As a slave, I never knew what pride was... After all, that's for those who are free... I just did what I was told... I fed myself with what I could, when I could, and what I found." I can see her expression turn uncomfortable. "I wasn't entitled to full meals, so I often ate leftovers on the ground, in the garbage... Anywhere I could find and take what I could." I didn't change my tone at any point. "But anyway... I don't think that's the worst thing... The worst thing is that I'll never be able to have a child." I looked at her belly and Nadia immediately put her hand on it to try to protect it, but I just smiled.

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.

Nothing could really stop us once we got going. "Laws?! Is that what you're saying to justify that you're all sluts?! Don't hide behind your precious 'laws'. We all know the truth about your family! A bunch of indiscplined, impure whores, disgraced enough that even your own Father wants to dump you off and is sending you all as far away as possible! You know what, I'm glad my brother is dead. That he is, at least, saved from the disgrace of marrying the chief slut of that fucking home!"

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.

I motioned with my eyes for Clyde to follow me “As for you Borj, I’m not done yet!” Of all things I hated, is getting in touch or connected with my family. Clyde is my grandfather’s personal assistant and driver. He has served in the family from since he turned adolescent with his father and mother serving in the old mansion of my grandfather as well. It would seem as if they had been our slaves with the years of service they gave. However, don't think of it in a bad way. Their family had been treated like a family from time in memorial. Their loyalty can be counted upon by my grandfather.

“You are only hurting yourself whenever you pull your hand. You might also break your bone so stop it." This man's voice is authoritative but I will not follow his orders. I am not his maid or slave for him to tell me what to do. If he just let me go, I will stop struggling too. “I will not let you go since I spent sixty million on you." He suddenly stopped walking. “Or should I just auction you again for a higher price?"