Man Slave Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I'm sorry.” He was quiet for some time, then suddenly a smirk appeared on his face. “I'll wait until you're out of here before teaching you respect. You're a slave and today, I would do to you what is supposed to be done to slaves, who speak without thinking,” The way he said that sent chills down my spine. He stood up and sat beside me, a gesture I was sure meant doom. Bending over, he grabbed my ears and spoke into them, “Come to my chambers the minute you're released. You know the rule; do not make me wait.” He forcefully let go of my ears and I winced in pain.

I flinched at even that light touch, my nerves raw and hypersensitive. "Now then," he purred, "let's see how well you've learned your lesson." He moved in front of me, lifting my chin roughly. "Look at me," he commanded. I forced my tear-filled eyes to meet his cold gaze. "Who do you belong to?" he asked. "I am not a slave," I whispered hoarsely. "Louder," he barked. "You can’t do it" I cried out. "I am a free woman. You were a slave, a weak….” He reached out and roughly pinched my nipple, twisting it harshly. I gasped at the sharp pain and couldn’t even complete.

"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

Somehow, her bottom was only covered with a thin cloth. Jean covered her upper body with her hands because the mysterious man intensely stared at her. His stare made her uncomfortable. The man approached Jean, who was still frozen with a slightly trembling body with fear. "Open." He coldly ordered her again. Jean then opened her hand. The man whispered right in her ear. "I bought you at a brothel-" The man paused. "So ... You are my bitch. CHAPTER 1 New York City, one of the busiest cities in America. A city with all its routines without knowing the time.

I walked to the door and pulled it open, waiting patiently just inside. Slave is eating its cereal, milk all over its face from dipping into the bowl, probably wondering what the hell is going on. A woman comes to the door with a garment bag in her hand. I waved for her to step inside and walk towards the kitchen. The woman follows me and gives a little shriek when she sees Slave on the floor, naked, eating cereal like a dog. I smack Slave's ass, the jewel in her dark hole catching the light.

Then he held the slave's wrists with his white palms to calm his struggles before saying seriously: “You are free now. Now, you are no longer a slave and you no longer have a master. We are all members of the Hidden Race like you. We are your compatriots, we will protect you and help you. Please come with us." The slave was dizzy for a moment. Just when I thought he was convinced, he suddenly shouted, "No. I don't want anything to do with you. I only want my master. I will never have any freedom. I can only live with the protection of my master. I want to go back!" After that, it didn't matter what Vincent said. The male slave refused to listen and insisted on returning to the dungeon. Vince

said Amar, surprising Axelina who was busy with her own thoughts. “Don't call me your wife with your dirty mouth, Amar. I'm not your wife. I'm just your sex slave. I'm too high with the title of wife. I'm not that different from the bitch you usually buy with your money,” said Axelina smiling sadly. Axelina smiled bitterly lamenting her current situation. Amar felt pinched by the words that came out of Axelina's lips. Even though the reality is really like that. “Eat first! Since morning you haven't eaten anything,” said Amar.

His body served as both comfort and a reminder of the evil he possesses. I had finally realized that I was a slave. I truly was a slave. Even with all of this fame and fortune, none of it was mine and it all belonged to Master. Master is the one who holds all the power. Master could still raise his hand at me and I could only accept it, but perhaps I had been the one in wrong. Master has given me rules to never speak to another and I broke them. There is consequence to every action. For every rule broken there is punishment. Even though it was my first time breaking a rule, I would have believed Master to be a bit lenient with punishment. Whatever the case may be, I will not repeat any of my

I passed several other maids, all whispering and gossiping about what had happened. —Chloe? Chloe! What's going on here? — I heard Aspen's voice as she tried to run after us, but Gamma Remus held her back. — Why are they taking Chloe? Do something! — she said to Remus, but he lowered his head and said nothing. Of course he wouldn't do anything. I was nothing to them. Just a simple girl who the alpha forced to work as a servant. I was dragged to the dungeons, where I was forced to my knees. My hands were chained to a wall by silver chains.