Shadow Slave Chapter 1975 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.

Scott!, That was what I wanted to say with pride. I could see myself doing it and naming all his promises to me. I'm sure even if didn't Scott would find a way of bringing me out of the tight corner. A slap landed on my face, bringing me back to the reality. “She is pregnant and smiling to herself, Is it a thing to be happy about?”. I felt my world crashing as I realized that indeed a slave wasn't permitted to get pregnant just like it was rumored.

I put my hands around her from behind, kissing her head. “Just take your time, baby.” “When I got there, I was a good slave. I did everything. I never screamed. Every time he touched me, a piece of me died. After a few weeks, we signed a contract. I was the only slave that had survived his torture longer than a few weeks. All the rest had died. He told the families they received money, and they gave the bodies a real burial. But I am starting to think that wasn’t true. As a year went past, we signed another contract, and that was when the real shit begun. Ethan, I died a total of one thousand eight hundred and twenty-two times.”

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

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.

"The little slave who thinks she is special now because she is mated to the executioner." "Please just leave me alone." I managed to whisper, but my voice came out so weak it was pathetic. Hunter laughed and it was an ugly sound that made my skin crawl. "You really think you matter now, don't you? You are still just a worthless slave who got lucky, but that luck is about to run out because you will be dead soon anyway." He moved closer and I backed up, my entire body trembling until I hit the stone railing of the balcony and had nowhere else to go.

I couldn't bear the thought of losing anyone else. My chaotic thoughts were abruptly interrupted as we stepped into a large courtyard. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses. It looked like a celebration. My eyes widened in shock at the sight before me. Men and women were dressed like me-in sheer, revealing clothing-and they all had collars around their necks, most of them in gleaming gold. They were slaves, just like I was now. So, this was it. I was Elijah's property now.

My head throbbed even more. I gritted my teeth as I tried to push away the man who was lusting over my body. “Stop squirming. From now on, you will become our sex slave. Your mother sold you to us in exchange for their lives.” The stranger said in laughter as she carried me like a sack and went inside the broken house, throwing me onto the dirty bed as he called his other friends to join the fun. “No, no… I don’t want this…” I looked at them who were looking at me with excitement, as they had already removed their clothes.

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

Why is he twisting his words now? I clench my fist. I want to get angry, but I know I do not have the right to do so. After all, that talk about having my freedom was uncertain. I am a slave. No matter what we talked about and agreed on beforehand, he still has the last say. If he changed his mind and wanted to sell me after getting what he wants, I cannot do anything about it. "I'll look forward to it," Mr. Cresento replied. I heard the feet of the chair dragging against the marble floor as they stand. I heard their exchange of 'thank yous and 'goodbyes'.