Man Slave Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I hissed under my breath, careful to keep my expression composed. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he murmured, “Why rush? We should get to know each other, don’t you think?” His fingers trailed along my arm, light but possessive. Revulsion surged in my stomach. I had spent years as a slave, enduring the touch of those who saw me as property. I had fought my way out of the dirt and into a title, only to find myself here— a prey once more. Not again. I moved on instinct—sharp and desperate—sinking my teeth into his lip.

a shiver ran down my spine in anticipation. He attached the leash to the collar, and then, with a sharp and hard yank, my head snapped back. I stumbled forward, pulled toward the bedroom. I tried to rise, to follow him on two legs, to maintain some semblance of human dignity. I was his slave and was ready to take whatever my master had for me.

“Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

"You are now a slave, Ayesha. You will forget your past life because this is what you are now. You are just about to be put in the Christmas auction and you will be bought to serve. You will address everyone as either Sir or Madame, and it is likely that whoever buys you will want you to call them Master of Mistress. You will obey their every command if you do not want to be punished and if you're good you will be rewarded. Now you must-" "A...a slave? You think that I'm going to be a fucking slave? Are you out of your mind? This is the 21st century for crying out loud. No one has a slave anymore! And if you think that I'll willingly obey any of you, you are mistaken," I screamed and he slap

Chapter 18: My Name Is... Alasia's POV: I stood there, just outside the room were in where we just, well where I was, ummm, well? Where he tried to and he,... I can not even finish my own thoughts. Was it that bad of an experience? What happened when I passed out?! What was wrong with my thoughts!? I could not even complete a simple thought. I stood there, silent, trying to keep my eyes glued to the floor at that point. What is going to happen now? What is he going to do with me after, never mind? As I just stood there, I noticed he was talking with another man only standing a short distance from me. There were other people around, but I dared not look up at them. He told me I was a slave, s

I was already getting scared, and with those meaningless words of his, I couldn’t help but be even more scared. "I capture people, turn them into slaves, and every day, my men go out to the bushes to find prey for their master, me." He took a deep inhale as he pushed my head away while I winced in pain. "You’re now here, Missy, and soon you’ll be sold off as a slave." I shook my head. "I won’t let that happen." I told him as I held on to my chin.

For a month I was treat like a slave I just want to leave here I heard the doctor make it and master will be angry Am sorry master I fail you I just want to leave here Before I know it the door open,the chains was pull out Meet me in the forest soon when you have done what I ask you to Thanks master I ownt fail you I started walking all round the institution looking for the nurse Hey you what you doing out This will be fun Hey u hear me I do sir please come close am scared

“Do you think you still own your life now? The moment you step into this place, Master Henderson owns your life, and you are at his mercy. Now, do what I asked you to before I will do it myself. I will never do it slowly.” “You are a doctor. You should save lives.” Her hands were on my throat. “You don’t have the right to lecture me, woman. Now, strip.” I stepped back when her hands closed on my neck. I glanced at my clothes which were coated with dried blood. “Why should you be embarrassed? Slaves don't have any dignity left.” “We still do." "If your master ordered you to eat shit, you should." "You don’t have to be this kind of bitch,” I muttered but stripped otherwise. Arguing was pointle

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

That I could not become a slave. “You were not a slave.” He says, cocking his head and touching me for the first time. I try to get up but with force, he holds me with my face on his leg. “You weren't a slave, you were my equal. You were free. You had a choice.” he explains sternly. “No, it's not that…” I mutter meekly bleating like a lamb. He shushes me with his hand continuing, “Yes, it was... Yes, it used to be... But not anymore.”