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I declared tightly. “Don’t waste our time woman! No one would come here to listen to your little pleas. Do you know how many more beautifully adorned women we have cleaned and dressed up in this same place you are? I don't think you have an idea. They get sold off eventually and believe me when I tell you that it's not all of them are alive today!” The other one bragged, And that scared me more than anything, dying alone and as a slave. My life at my pack was much more better. If I was given another chance right now, I would choose to be bullied all over again by Max and the rest of the kids than be here right now.

" Let me remind of your place in this Pack. You are just a mere slave and you shouldn't even dare to look at someone the way you have just done! Get up scatter!" She pushed her silky hair onto her shoulder as she struggled to hurry away. In her her mind l knew she had already sensed some danger. Anastacia was her threat! "I don't even like her, there's nothing to praise in a wolfless slave like her," l insinuated as l sat beside her. "You should have send her away ,infact." "No, not yet. I want her to be serving you like a queen. I hope you will enjoy it ,being her master and ordering her around."

Before my big announcement, my heartbeat accelerates as I think about it. I dust off any speck of dust from my clothes as I near the Arena, I wonder how the pack is going to take the news. It's unheard of for a slave to become the Luna of the pack, but they surely will not reject my Luna, just because she was a slave, she is my mate, and they better accept that.

“What do you think you've done?” At Yasmine's stunned reply, the woman went on, “Seducing our husbands with your wanton body and inappropriate attires.” “I actually saw Jared masturbating to a picture of her on his phone yesterday,” said another woman, shaking her head. “I wonder where he got it from.” “No doubt the whore must have sent it to him.” replied the previous woman before reaching it and squeezing Yasmine's nipples through her clothes. “Ahhh,” the girl screamed in pain. “You'll be screaming more than that when we're through with you. Grab her, ladies.”

Young werewolves whispered, their eyes full of scorn. “So this is Princess Nina? Ha—nothing special.” “A half-blood who dared curse her brother to death.” “She deserves it—she should be whipped to pieces.” Tears blurred my vision, but the burning pain forced my eyes open. That moment, it felt as if I were back in the Blood Wash Grounds—the overseer’s cold laughter, the whip rising high, slaves gathering round to watch for fun. Nightmare and reality overlapped, pressing the air from my lungs. Finally, Liam stopped.

To fight for our lives on some island, all in the name of entertainment. I’d heard about the Slave Games. Everyone had. But our district was so far removed from them. Only the elite classes watched. Our district was too poor for televisions and frivolous things like entertainment. Clenching my fists, my anger flared. Before I could stop myself, I lunged forward, stepping out of line. My anger cut through my shock. “That’s why you brought us here?” I seethed. “The Moon Goddess will punish you!” I spat out, my cheeks flushed red. “She punishes every werewolf who treats human life as worthless!”

The woman wiped her tears as Helen's eyes welled up. 'How could Marcel be this cruel? How could Marcel let this happen?' Helen thought to herself. And the woman continued, "After a period, they start selling these girls to different countries, some are sold for slavery and some for prostitution. All the girls in here are virgins and if they are not, they turn them into a virgin by stitching their genitals. Once their masters are done with them, they get them back here but the animals in here resell them to other countries again." The woman's feet gave up as she dropped onto the floor.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR (24) (Lustful desires) "What do you mean by you don't touch pregnant women?" "Hey! I will double the pay" he heard her argue "Good! just kill Stephanie and you get your money" Jason froze instantly His face truned pale as he stood behind the door in shock, he was still trying to process what he just heard, his ears ach from the bad words that just poured in, things he never expected, things like this are what the average African will call an Abomination, something that should never be thought of or talked about.

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?

"Had you ever had sex with women before you became slaves?" "Julia and I never had sex with other women before our slavery. Rhonda is a lesbian who never had sex with a man before hers," Lisa responded. "Now we have sex with whoever our Dominant allows. As sex slaves, we are highly sexed creatures who crave sexual gratification. We're happy to receive it from whatever source we may. In Julia's case, it's not just sex. We're married in all but name. It's also an emotional connection, which we're beginning to share with Rhonda as well, since she's chosen to join our group."