Man Slave Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I tried to sit up, then I remembered that my hands were chained backwards. I kept on struggling until I was able to sit up, and open my swollen eyes a little. Is this how cruel life is? Have I really become a slave? Thoughts kept running through my mind, but I know very well that I won't be able to escape this time, no matter how hard I try. The mean looking muscular lady passed the plate of oil and cornmeal that won't even satisfy a baby of two months. It's not like I have a choice here, I'm a slave and I have no choice at all.

Someone like her? She's never called anyone that; never! People had been the ones to always adore her. Too bad she's not the multi-billionaire Nina again. She's now a sex slave to a devil. "You know what to call me. Don't call me by my name again." He warned. "Ma.....master, I'm...too weak to do anything. My body aches." She finally concluded and waited for an answer. An answer that determines whether she's going to be set free from him this moment or the one that determines she's going to pass soon.

Not until I saw a man approaching me. The man appeared disheveled and unkempt, with tattered clothing that showed signs of wear and tear. His face bore traces of dirt and grime, making me realize that I was no different from him because he was a slave too. But despite his work appearance, his eyes held a glimmer of resilience, reflecting the strength within him. His posture seemed weary, hinting at the possible hardship he must have endured in the slave establishment. "Miss, are you working here as a slave?" He asked, his voice gentle yet firm.

as if I don’t feel bad enough, he comes and tells me that. “I know man but I just lost it when I heard that she wanted to leave.” I told him and he raised an eyebrow at me. “So, what if she wants to leave, why does it bother you so much that she wants to leave? She must be tired of being your slave and just wants out” he says and I could not control my anger as I banged the table. “She is never leaving me! She is mine and will always be!” he gives me the knowing look. “I think I know what is going on here.” He says and I turned away from him and looked out the window. “Yeah, she is my slave, I am the one who is going to release her when I want to.” I tell him still not looking at him.

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He said. "You can't do this to me. I can't do all of this." "You want to choose what you can do?" Mike questioned. "I don't like the fact that you always forget who you are in this house. You are my slave, not only my sex slave, a total slave. You don't have the right to object any of my instructions. Now get that clothes changed and prepare something for breakfast. Be fast about it. I will be leaving this house by 8 O clock."

🌼🌈Day 1🌍 I woke up feeling dangerously tired, many things and question on my mind, I have to talk to someone about this power to mine, who did I have it, why, has it been there since, how come am noticing it now, the big bell ring sounding loudly, ahh I shouted lying down again, I yawn rushing down what's so important that they had to wake us up early. I got down meeting the other slaves

His hand lowered and rested on her barely-covered breast. He circled her nipple through her clothing and then, he pinched her so hard Mandy cried out as a thick wave of pain reverberated through her. He still held the nub tight as he looked her in the eyes. “I am not your prince and I will never be your prince. I am a future king to my people and you' re not my people. You're my slave. Mandy My property.” Mandy nodded quickly, wishing he'd let

Chapter 5. *Samantha's POV* " We're done here slaves," I heard the laughter and I opened my shut eyes. My eyes blazed with anger and rage. "Now, let's go get you dressed up, I," he said and they started grabbing us. Due to where I was curled up, I was the last one to be picked off. "Get up slave!" I was pulled up and at that point, I decided to make my move. It was either now or never! I grabbed the head of the man and hit it against my knee severally.