Historical Fiction Slavery Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I know. It's called trauma. She will get over it. She is having nightmares about the man who captured and sold her to slavery but that is because we have history and unfinished business with him. I'm sure she will get over it." He smiled, shaking his head at me. "You are more innocent than I thought, wolf. It's not because of any history she has with the person who sold her off to slavery, it's because of the slave mark on her body. Every slaves who escape from their masters without being set free experience it. We all had nightmares when we ran away from our masters and never had any history with our captors till we were sold off." "Really?" I was stunned, at a loss for what to say and hat

“But… I could be wrong. I have been before.” Agatha frowned. “You see in the past Juniper used to beat and hit the slaves. After she’s done venting, I thought she would cool off, and be nicer to us. But no…” Christopher’s mind blinked back remembering the past. He softly smiled and brushed Juniper’s hair away from her shoulder. “But then she sold us off. One by one she gave us away… the slaves, selling us to the highest bidder. Whether they were used for experiment, tools, or sex it was up to the man or woman who bought them. We were high… and at price they were willingly to pay for us. The lives of a slave being expedite at the expanses of her price.” He chuckled after he was done explainin

Ben had been so kind to her, even saving her life in the past. "I used to be a nobody. Working in a bad place, under people who didn't care whether I lived or died. They treated me like property, only valued when useful and discarded when no longer wanted. Both my parents died when I was young." Flo began to recount her life experiences to Caroline. "I was in a small room, my hands and feet were tied. They said I was no longer useful and would be sold elsewhere. I had given up, because I was just a slave."

" Sarah hadn't had the chance to glance at the papers. I could hear her choke on her own breath at the words I uttered. This man was after my body all along. But he didn't want an one night stand, he wanted a toy in his possession. "Not quite!" He chuckled. This is not what slavery was like baby girl. You can trust me! I have a very close perspective on that subject! " I dunno what his words did to me but I think it created a black hole at my pit. My soul was getting sick at the area around my naval.

she looked at me confusingly. "Well! In those history books, haven't you read about slavery? Women being forced into prostitution and what not?" I questioned her. She went quiet. Looking down and slightly nodding. "Shona! These all stuff, it has been here for ages and it's how people like us make hefty amount of money. We are selfish monsters and we only care about people close to us. And the others," I chuckled, "they're just a way for us to make more money." "But is it really necessary?" She innocently asked.

Who knew what schemes Ragnar Lotbrok had in mind? "Why don't you come with me, Helen?" Sophie inquired as the older woman fastened her dress. "I have no place else to go," Helen replied softly. She had shared her story with Sophie—the tale of how she ended up enslaved, forced to leave her two children behind during a Viking Jarl's raid on her hometown. "It's been too long." "You could stay with me," Sophie suggested. "My father wouldn't object." "They wouldn't let me leave, Sophie," Helen said. "We both know that. I'm still their slave."