Shadow Slave Chapter 1975 Novels & Stories

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

Where the hell was I? “No, I’m your best friend, Zach. I help you as a favour so quit making it sound like I work for you. Just try not to kill this one so quickly. Just because she’s a slave doesn’t mean she deserves to die.” A slave? Why the hell were they calling me a slave? I wasn’t….shit! I sat up with a start, memories of the past couple of days flooding back to me. I was kidnapped and then sold and there was that guy who bought me who was a stupid-

"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

It was a daily occurrence in their lives. “Keep going. I don’t have time to put on a show for you” Bradford instructed sternly and gave her a push from behind. It was only then did Kayla come back to earth. She instantly obeyed the command to avoid angering him and forced her legs to move in the direction of a stair case. All the slaves had their gaze lowered to the floor and no one dared to look up as Kayla and the men walked past them. With every step of the stair case that she conquered, Kayla felt her feathers of freedom being plucked away mercilessly. If not today then tomorrow, she would also be tortured and be made like one of those countless number of girls downstairs.

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

Her hand lifted to shield her eyes as she dragged her leg through, following the rest of the obedient and broken slaves. One of the slave masters stepped towards her once she reached the deck and he unlocked her hands and feet and also giga, the wolfsbane collar fastened on her leg. Weeks ago she would have seen this as her chance to escape but now she didn't even want to, there was no point, so she stood and waited for the slave master's instruction. He moved her from the line of the other slaves and fastened the chains, so the others continued their march forward. He took her arm and dragged her forward towards the other side of the shore, where those who had captured her waited. He releas

I replied and took the towel bent over and massaged his foot while he played around with his nipples making sounds that got me so uncomfortable. Your father was a close friend to my father, should he have resisted the urge to be a traitor, you would have been treated as a princess and not a slave but with those good hands of yours, being a slave might have been your original fate. “I am not a slave,” I responded with a whisper... “Speak out slave!!!” he shouted “I am not a slave ,”I repeated but this time I made sure he heard me clearly. Stormie laughed so hard that his legs almost threw away the bucket close to him..

"But I have a feeling that your reign of terror may be coming to an end." Chapter nine: Finding the rebels As the sun began to set, Lycan ordered all the slaves to gather in the central courtyard. They were all exhausted from a long day of work, and their stomachs were empty, but they had no choice but to obey. I watched from a distance as the slaves filed in, their faces weary and downtrodden. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for them. They had been working tirelessly for hours, and they were given nothing to eat or drink. I wondered what Lycan had in store for them.

“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,

The three girls exclaimed in horror with Lydia clamping her mouth shut and Mariam rushing out to check if any guard was listening to them. "I see you do not like your life and perhaps you enjoyed being punished, just pray no one heard you because it this got to the master, you would be as good as dead" Luciana said glaring at her. Galene scoffed not bothered about what would happen to her if someone heard and report to the master. What more could he do other than kill her. Oh, how she hates him that she felt like appearing at that war and slashing his throat. She hated the master for involving in slave trade and taking away her innocent as though she worth nothing.