Novel & Cerita Shadow Slave Audiobook

"Your Ezra abandoned you the moment he drove away from the hospital. And now, you will pay the real price for his empire. My father is not known for his subtlety, and I hear there is a market in the Gulf that pays obscenely well for beautiful, defiant women. You are not a hostage, Davina. You are chattel. You are going to be sold as a slave to finance the total destruction of your precious Ezra De Luca." The knife pressed harder, cutting through the thin cotton shirt and drawing a bead of blood that instantly warmed the cold metal. The darkness closed in, not from sedation this time, but from absolute, paralyzing terror. A slave. My fight-or-flight response, long dormant, screamed a warning

“Take her.” They dragged me brutally through the night. No one spoke. Soon, we reached a camp; I was tossed forward near a fire. “What do we have here?” A deep, power-laden voice rang out. My body locked; the weight of that presence forced my head down. “A slave. We found her running through the forest, Supreme.” Shade whimpered inside me as I fought to keep my eyes on the ground. My hair was yanked; my face forced up. Ice-blue eyes studied me coldly. “Interesting. Let’s see if she’s worthy of living in my court.”

She went on, "I was just wondering. You said you were taken here too." Henrietta finished arranging her stuff before she turned to her. "I was indeed taken her but it wasn't against my will." She knew about it but she never really knew the whole story. And perhaps Henrietta read on her face that she wanted to hear it that she sighed and faced her fully. "Back in the human world, I was a slave, Guinevere," she started. Guinevere's brows furrowed as she looked at Henrietta.

"How do you know this?" "Because I have been here for seven days." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was captured on my way to Shadow Pack. I saw the cooks adding something to the food. And I watched the other slaves eat it, and then they were willing to do anything to please the master, even kill themselves. Kill each other. Whatever the master wanted."

“Perhaps I did. That doesn’t necessarily mean you had to it, though. Just like how it doesn’t mean just because you got yourself in this poor, poor little situation you’re in, you are to be silent and accept this new role. But no… Instead, you panicked at the thought of being in that heavy debt, and look where it got you. Discovered by the police, and forced to become my slave to settle the rest of your debt. For the rest of your life, may I add.” Seeing those fearful eyes dilate turned me on so well, causing me to whack the slave on the side with the cane. “AGH! You… crazy ugly bitch!” My lips twitched at the insult, as rage soon filled my very soul. “Would you like to say that again?” Drea

I could hear the auctioneer’s voice shouting and talking about the pleasures she could give those who bought her. I walked towards the hall with Julian following me without questions. The auctioneer started the bidding, and I patiently waited for the last person to bid. As he was about to land a deal, I spoke to the hearing of the entire hall. “Three hundred million gold coins.” The people in the hall began whispering and looking back, to see the person who had bid such a ridiculously high amount for a slave. “What?!!, three hundred million gold coins for a slave? Who does that!! A voice said.

Though truth be told, I did little more than wait my turn, yet my body has already decided that it's done enough for the day. Tossing some crispier bits of bacon and an omelette onto my plate, I make my way towards a dining table. There are three set up in the room, which sits just off of the kitchen. I plant myself at the emptiest one and feel myself tense up a little, feeling every pair of eyes at the table on me. The ones who were animatedly talking become silent as I settle down. I cringe inwardly and avoid looking at any of them. “It’s Lisandra- the slave; the bait,” I can hear a taunting voice, purposely just loud enough for me to hear.

I said and forced myself to smile. “Let’s go home quickly, Senorita, so you can take a bath!” she held my hand and continued walking, her every step are fast. _ “Ouch! Yaya Celine, it hurts!” We are here in front of the gate. She stopped and looked at me. I can see the redness in my waist. Maybe it’s because of the tightness of Yaya Celine’s grip, I do have a sensitive skin. She bit her nail and noticed that her hands were shaking. “Senorita Kiara will kill me, I’m so sorry S-Senorita Shaira, I didn’t m-mean to!”

Suzanne said hurtfully "Suzanne?? Darcie says and couldn't stop the tears from flowing " I almost die Sonia, but here I am, did you know how hard it is for me to survive, I was sold to the Arabian as sex slave" she said and Darcie eyes widened "Every time, I always think about you and also the day those evil people when they're going to pay for their deadly crime but here you're choosing Love over everything" "Suzanne pls....." "Sonia, I want you to think about it and give me an answer tomorrow, it's either you choose keith or I" she said and Darcie couldn't alter a word

My once-felt pain deepens instantly as I realize there's no escape this time around. I've been branded as a slave forever, there's no going back, there's no escaping, I just have to live the rest of my life as a slave. "You have tears in your eyes now? Wanna cry? Well There's no time for that bitch let's move you've been sold already I do not want I keep your owner waiting" The more she speaks the more reality dawns on me, there's no going back from this and I can't believe I had risked it all.