Feet Slave Novels & Stories

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

Not only that, but it meant that they would always find me. A coy smile tugged at the corner of Lennox’s mouth as he propped his chin on his palm, his lashes sweeping up as his eyes met mine and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. “Renee, you seem to be forgetting something. You are our slave…” His smile deepened, and he cast a glance at Levi. “Brother, can you please explain what a slave means to this woman?” Levi’s eyes brightened like he couldn’t wait to demean me and explain my role to me. “A slave is someone who is held in forced servitude. They have little to no say over their lives and live to obey their masters”

The journey through the forest to town had been a nightmare. “Ahem Ahem.” The cough came from the slave girl. I looked to my right to see her frail figure trudging along weakly on the stony road. She looked at me, but averted her eyes to the ground almost immediately. There was something fearful about the gesture and I wondered if this was how all slaves were. Frail, emaciated and timid.

I walked out of the house, the cold air stinging the raw skin of my face. I was a slave. I had always been a slave. * * *

Real. “Elina,” I breathed out. I barely heard my own voice. But then I had to remind myself. I didn’t bring her here to protect her, I brought her here to belong..to me. I’ll break her, rebuild her, and she’ll wear my very name like a collar. My pretty little slave.

"You think you can speak to us, slave? You're nothing but dirt. You deserve to be beaten even more than she does." I refused to let their insults penetrate my resolve. With unwavering determination, I took a step forward, my voice steady as I spoke. "We may be slaves, but we are still human beings. We deserve respect and compassion." Laughter erupted from the men, their mockery cutting through the air like daggers. "Respect? Compassion? You're naive, Bloom. In this world, slaves are nothing but objects to be used and discarded."

"what? So this is not the end of this? I have thought then, but I never get used to it, it never be my want, dream or desires. At first I was make fun of by other slave for not walking very well, the very first day I did it, my whole body ache badly and I still work with it. Sooner I became a sex machine, father and son uses as their will, not minding if I died as they take turns everyday.

But I was going to find out one of these days, every single thing about him, that was what I was supposed to do from the beginning. These few days I stayed all indoor and tied up without going out showed me how much freedom meant to every individual and how important it was. I could actually stay indoors for almost a week when I was at home and not feel bad because I decided to, but this one was totally a different one and was nothing close to that, knowing that you had no restriction and could decide to go out whenever you want but decided not to was different from not being able to and also suffering inside the bondage. I thought of the slave trade era when people were sold into slavery an

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

He said now coming closer to her "You are gonna be sold as a slave....... and if your master had asked you to go down naked for him, won't you do that? And if you don't do that, do you know what happens, they will question the establishment and wonder why we never trained our slaves well, and you know that I do not like negative remarks from the traders, is gonna spoil my business and tame the Establishment name, which I will never allow to happen." He said now towering over her, she was just 5.1ft tall, while the warden who towers 6.0ft tall,