Man Slave Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I promise to make the night blissful for us.” If I didn’t know this animal better, I would have fallen for his stupid tricks. “I despise unsubmissive women.” He presses the bridge of his nose, irritated. “I don't want to be here.” I find my voice, pushing my anxiety to the depths of my stomach. He wiggles a warning finger. “You are my slave.” “That doesn’t make me less of a being. I’m not an animal who follows every order.” “Wrong. Slaves are animals. Now come to me.”

Chapter 1: The Auction Block The air in the grand hall of the Obsidian Citadel was thick with incense and the low murmur of powerful men. Torchlight flickered, casting long shadows over the raised platform where slaves were paraded like living treasures. I stood among them, wrists bound loosely in front of me with silk cords, wearing nothing but a sheer white shift that barely reached mid-thigh. My heart hammered against my ribs as the auctioneer’s voice boomed through the chamber.

I looked at him and I was sure that my heart skipped a beat at how intense he was staring at me. However, he was only being intense because he wanted me to fully understand his words. I nodded my head. Feeling my body fueled with non-existent courage. But at least, now Asher's words could be overpowered by Philip's own. I am a slave, but that doesn't define me. "I know you all probably hate to see me, '' I started. And they all looked like ive got their attention. "Because I'm not your leader, nor am I your heir". I said, "I am a born a slave, born beneath all of you". I continued, my heart did not stop racing.

After all, I had been on my way back home when this happened. He ignored me as if I hadn't spoken and continued talking. "The rules for the slaves here are simple. You have to run when the master summons you. You don't speak or act until you are asked to by the master. You must behave well at all times. You are to obey everything the master says." He glanced at me. "I believe you know who the master is." I snorted and didn't reply him. I wanted to tell him I could also be a snob. Simple rules? What if they were to be complicated?

Seeing this an act of rebellion, the slaver, in anger, hit my legs with his fists until they buckled under me and I fell to my knees. By this time, the old trader had already lost interest in me and had moved on to the other woman next to me. “You better be careful little girl,” the slaver whispered into my ear, his breath foul from the meat he had been eating. “You are a slave now, so let go of any other identity you had. If you want to survive here you better get used to following orders. If not, you will end up like the other girl who went missing,” he hissed. I remained on my knees after that, too weak to stand and too broken to try.

“That sounds good, I agree!” “I agree!” “l agree!”. Just like that, the words i agree’ echoed repeatedly within the crowds, for money, they were willing to risk being hunted by humans to sell me. My legs finally gave in as I finally collapsed on the cold ground. Being sold as a slave was something worse than death. Who knew what hell would come upon me once i became a slave, it was so unimaginable but I stood no chance for a bargain seeing how enthusiastic the crowd was, and their affirmation of Beta Miguel’s suggestion, alpha Lawrence nodded his head, having to take up his mind, he turned to look at me nonchalantly and finally voiced out his decision,

Turning away from us, he spoke to Elvin, who I assumed was a steward of some sort. “The Game begins in three days. Ensure they are physically fit for island deployment.” His voice was steady and controlled. “Of course, Master Kalev,” Elvin responded. My heart clutched. Game? A cold weight settled in my stomach. My mind raced, piecing it all together. We weren’t being inspected for labour. We were being inspected to participate in the… …the Slave Games? The realization ripped through me, sharp like a razor blade. We weren’t brought here to work. We were brought here to die! To fight for our lives on some island, all in the name of entertainment.

"Follow me to meet the master he said and she nodded and followed him in. The hallway was so long that she wondered if they were still in the same castle as they kept on walking till they finally got to a big door which she presumed was where she would be meeting the master who she was sold to. They got to a big hall and he told her to wait there that the master would join him soon. She sat down and glanced around the hall room. It was equally beautiful but she didn't want to dwell on that "if she had came there on a better reason, she would have been happy to be in the castle. But she came there a slave sold by her heartless father. The double long wooden opened and she looked up instantly

I began to wriggle my body fiercely, tears pouring from my eyes like a fountain, shaking my head and saying over and over in a pleading tone, "Don't! Plead with you! Master! Let me go! Master!" My body convulsed in fear and despair, and the humiliation and helplessness in my heart made me lose the last shred of dignity. At this moment, I felt unprecedented pain and humiliation, like a bird in bondage, longing for freedom but unable to escape its cage. Garyson picked up the blade and approached my pussy, irritated by my lack of cooperation, and ordered me with a frown, "Slave! Open your legs! Don't make me say it a third time!" The word "slave" haunted me. Yes, I was no longer a free woman, b

Charles didn't accept the glass of water; he kicked my hand with his foot, causing the glass to be thrown to the floor and smashed. I looked at the glass of water in surprise; Charles' voice sounded in my ear, "didn't anyone teach you to be respectful to me?" I lowered my head, not letting him see my angry gaze. Charles continued, "you are a slave! It would be best if you looked like a slave. Don't think that being in the main building makes you special. To me, you are just like weak ants, lowly. One finger of mine is enough to crush you to death. You should learn to obey me if you want to live."