Free The Oppressed Novels & Stories

Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts starting to disturb me again. The betrayal of my best friend. My ruthless husband. My son. And for the nth time, I'm found myself slitting my wrist again. Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hell that I'm staying? Save me please .. I'm really tired of living .. Lord .. Until when should I pay for my mistake? Lord, please let me rest. Lord, I can't handle anymore .. Please… free me from all the pain.

"I was also traumatized. The scratches caused by the silver dust don't feel great. And besides, the pack has its own funds. You should not need to use your own money to fill in the gaps." Larry stared at her and suddenly recalled how she never budged an inch to save the pup yesterday. He then said slowly, "So, in your eyes, an unawakened pup is not worth my saving, and the dozens of injured pack members are also not worth my time, effort, and money, despite me being their Alpha?" Erina went silent for a while. Then, she spoke.

Seven years ago, we married in the heat of our passion, only to separate in the same fervor. Chandler held me then, promising he'd always wait for me. We had so much time ahead of us, or so we thought. Everything had changed when I got back. We could've been together forever, but there was no longer a future for us now. I whispered softly, "Chandler, it's over between us."

Maximus, his presence commanding respect, addressed the assembled slaves. "Fellow brothers and sisters, our struggle is not just against chains and whips. It is against the very essence of oppression that seeks to snuff out our humanity. We may bleed, but our spirit remains unbroken. We stand on the precipice of change, and united, we shall overcome."

Their dull eyes showed nothing but impatience. They tightened their grip even more and barked back harshly, “Shut up! Quit making such a racket! Who’s Ethan and Eva? What kind of nonsense are you babbling about? We have absolutely no idea what you are saying!” The other matron added coldly, “We are simply acting on orders from the steward of the manor to take you, a runaway slave, back! An eye for an eye. You’ve now been demoted to the status of a maidservant, and you’ve signed the contract yourself in black and white! You were just delivered to the master’s house yesterday, and you’ve run away today? You’ve got some nerve!”

Still, she pleaded on their behalf, "Quinn only brought me here, that's all. He didn't do anything wrong! Besides, I can't even use your men now?" York's arms stayed wrapped around her, but his voice turned even icier. "No. Cut off their hands and feet, then toss them into the sea to feed the fish."

It was a victory for the oppressed, a triumph for those who had been silenced for far too long. But our work was far from done. With the foundations of a broken system shattered, we focused on rebuilding a society based on fairness, compassion, and equality. We channeled our efforts into initiatives that uplifted the marginalized, advocated for meaningful change, and created a legacy that would endure for generations to come.

By standing up to injustice, we were paving the way forward with the unflinching strength of our beliefs. Together, we would oppose the present state and the powers who wished to keep us imprisoned in the dark. In unison, we would emerge as a cohesive force for transformation, resolute in our mission to liberate our pack from the clutches of this tyrannical regime. And as we withdrew into the darkness, our footsteps ringing in the calm that followed, every stride we took brought us one step closer to the day when justice would triumph, freedom would rule, and the chains of oppression would finally be lifted.

I couldn't fall behind. It hadn't been easy, but I was lucky. I had companions who shared the same dream of building a stronger nation. Together, we marched with the times and worked tirelessly for our nation's prosperity. Alicia Stone, may your future only grow brighter like your country's.

A new fire ignites in my chest, burning through the exhaustion and the pain. "What's the rest of the message?" I whisper. Lorenzo’s shadow moves as he stands up. “La libertad es para los que sangran por ella." Freedom is for this who bleed for it