Historical Fiction Slavery の小説・ストーリー

' "That's why, when I found out that you are the wife of that prince, I wanted to take you away. But I can't kidnap you, can I? Now that I get permission to take you away, I will be more prepared.” "True. Tell me your days as that jerk slave, please?” Dylan looked doubtful at first but soon melted away by Fuschia's wistful gaze. They lay next to each other. They clasped the hand together as Dylan tells how he became Hayden's slave since he was a child. How he and other slaves killed each other in order to get more sufficient food rations every day. Fuschia's tears didn't stop flowing. Now and then she would murmur something. "That's cruel. Like a Hunger Games,"

she beamed, gaining the other two ladies' full attention. "Gist you on what?" Sophia chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. "Two grownups alone in a house with walls and curtains covering them up, and it's a guy and a lady, of course, something is bound to happen. So tell us already, how was his action?" Annie smiled softly with an arched brow and immediately, Sophia's face darkened. "Don't even think too far...nothing like that would ever happen. Besides, I'm his SLAVE and I'm afraid you might have forgotten the meaning of that."

“I won’t give you one of my girls if you intend to kill her. If you want a girl to feed on, I can give you that as well, just not one of these. Do you need to feed?” Bohdan shook his head, he knew he had to confess. And the madam was making an offer he couldn’t refuse. “Yes, I need to feed, and so do my friends down in the saloon.” “I can get you three slaves for twenty five cents.” “Slaves? What are you talking about? What year is this?” Bohdan asked. “Eighteen seventy five,” the madam replied. Bohdan had to think for a moment. That was the year he was sent to prison, and ten years after slavery ended. “Slavery ended by now. The Civil war ended in eighteen sixty five, slavery was abolished.

But within the depths of their suffering, a spark of rebellion ignited. On one of the nights, whispers of defiance spread among the slaves. They formed a secret alliance, united by their shared desire for freedom. The plan was simple yet daring: to rise up against their captors and reclaim their dignity. As the darkness cloaked the cotton fields, the mob of slaves launched their assault. Their anger fueled their strength, and the element of surprise worked in their favor. Overwhelmed by sheer numbers, the slave master and his guards found themselves facing a furious mob hell-bent on retribution.

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

Poppy assured, seeing the sad look on Imogen's face. "I know" She nodded while Poppy smiled. "That shameless wretch, she managed to seduce the master and his cousin. Then manipulate them into freeing her as a slave, I hate her. She is more worst than Isabella" "At least that means the position of the lord's favourite slave is opened, if we managed to seduce him then we also get to be free," Another slave said, as they murmured among them not minding if Imogen was listening. Poppy hissed at them and patted Imogen's left shoulder

"Sex slave to a woman. I could never be one to a man. I can tolerate a man's touch enough to get pregnant, but I could not submit to one, even those as kind as Sam and Scott. My slavery mostly consists of pleasing my Mistress, which I would do anyway, and the occasional punishment, which is nothing to me and I enjoy anyway. I get more beat up doing self defense with Marcia and Chantelle. "You must understand, most people are not like the people who brutalized me, and it's more in groups and mobs, than individuals, but it's happened a number of times in history. Slavery in your country, Jews and gypsies by the Nazis, muslims by the Crusaders, Chinese by the Japanese; over and over again. It h

History was important to learn especially for people who were in high society. However, since the general wasn’t interested in books, he needed to buy books for Maximaze. It cost more than a thousand silver coins since books were expensive and only high society members could afford it. Cladius also sent a letter to His Lordship to get us out of His lordship’s tyranny. Cladius did his best for us to have our rights back. If His Lordship will approve Cladius’ plea, then Maximaze and I will be no longer slaves. I can say that everything has changed since Cladius came back to us. He treasured our friendship and so did his friendship with Vishton.

"Oh, don't give me that shit! No choice, my ass. Freeing and marrying a slave was not a choice either, but you just made it be. You do whatever you want, no? No matter the consequences." "Whatever I choose to do in regard to that does not concern you in any way. And may I remember that that slave is your friend? And that slave just helped us win a war?" "Do not use the fact that I like her against me. I wouldn't have protected her for so long if I didn't think you two were meant for each other! That doesn't change the fact that in our entire history, no king married his former slave. Not even our pare..."

“I must warn you, little wolf. You will see other mortals here—all of them human. They are not here of their own free will, and intervening would be very…messy.” The truth settled in my stomach, both heavy and hollow. “Slaves? There are human slaves here?” His fingers fell upon my lips, a silent warning that my voice had been growing in volume. Could he blame me? Humans had made the terrible mistake of owning slaves and had abolished it centuries ago. Even today, the effects still rippled throughout their communities.