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I swallowed, and all the courage I had vanished. “ Let me go." I begged, getting on my knees. But I knew it wasn't going to work. And the evil laugh he had just let out at me proved it even more. Prey to fear, my thin legs trembled, my pain intensified, and my eyes widened with horror. My whole soul was in turmoil, and reality was in front of me. I was going to become a thing. A slave... And my master, my master, was surely going to make me regret every second of coming into the world.

“I’m not saying I won’t get angry, Cazz. I’m not saying I won’t be scared. I’m not saying I won’t ask you to stop. I’m saying, I’ll stay. As long as you’ll have me—and only me—I’ll stay. The only one who’s going to walk away… is you.” His eyes darted back and forth, searching mine, his brow furrowed. He was sweating and so tense I worried his body was going to lock up. But he just stood there, gaping at me like he couldn’t quite believe any of it. So I reached for his face again, sliding my hands behind his neck and lacing my fingers there. “I’m your slave, Cazz,” I said with a wobbly smile. “Not because you made me do it. I chose that. And I’m going to keep choosing it. Every day. No matter

disqusted Haya asked. "What do you maintain I have to say? Hasn’t Tim first pushed you to be my better half? This way, what about now if they think you're my lover?" Asher asked. Haya was definitely more tired. "It's unique! Don't you realize what can happen to me? I'm certain that many individuals tortured me, when I came out of that entrance! Everything my people will say to me?! Kindly assistance me. Settle this!" shocked Haya said.

If this guy wants to start something, I won't back down from a fight. “Uhm, you did do something terrible to me", I scoffed. “Really? Mind jogging my memory?”, He sat back and folded his arms, paying attention to me. “Well for starters, you bought me as a slave, then you brought me to your mansion just to lock me up in a cold dark room for weeks till I almost died!!”, I angrily told him. He sat forward and his eyes darkened, it looked like it was some nuclear weapon, waiting to be tampered with. I got scared for a minute, ‘Would he hurt me?’, I asked myself.

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!

Alfred and Lisa, we're meant to be from the onset. But if there was one thing, Daniel so much believed was that “**Nothing can ever stand in between two people who love each other** THE END That's the end of The Billionaire’s Sex Slave. There is Book 2 titled “The Bella’s”. It's all about the quadruplets but I won't be posting it yet because I'm still trying to compose the book. So guys watch out for my next story title “CINDERELLA AND HER BEAUTIFUL OCTUPLETS” please do well to support me in my next story. You can click on the follow button so you'll be notified when the story is out.

Never Ava. Vanilla let out a deep sigh. “Oh, you’re never going to believe me. You’re stubborn, I can see it. That’s a good spirit to have, you know. Especially if you want to survive in this world. Just know that you shouldn’t put too much faith into anyone. Slaves like her live lives full of misery and pain, and it eats them up inside and leaves them hollow, like a rotten old tree. Outside, they look the same, but any second, they could snap and crush you. You and me are lucky, you know. To have decent masters.” I lifted an inquisitive brow. “How do you know my master is good?”

Valerie asked raising an eyebrow at us, she had just come back from the kitchen with Diana, I didn’t even know that she was there to begin with, brining mugs of warm milk for both Nathan and I, Nathan raised an eyebrow at the mugs before his grandmother took both cups and took a sip out of them before handing them to us “don’t worry child, if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t poison you, I have a lot more pride than doing what a slave would” Nathan simply chuckled at that knowing what his grandmother meant, as throughout the centuries, stories were heard about slaves, maids, or even wives who poisoned their kings or princes for gold or power, what was odd about slaves doing it was that they w

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

Grayson rebuked her. “No,” I shook my head and held their hands. “I don't want to tell him,” I said weakly. “Then what do you want to do?” Grayson asked. “I want to beg him to let me go,” I said slowly. “Lily! The only way you can be free is if you are in the grave!” Clara cried. “No, there is one other way,” Grayson said, turning to look at Clara. “If the master freely sets the servant or slave free, then that slave is free forever. But if the freed slave is captured again, the slave will either be killed or retained for life.”