Shadow Slave Chapter 1975 Novels & Stories

-:- I stood amidst the hushed atmosphere of the cramped slave room, surrounded by the hopeful faces of my fellow slaves. The flickering light of a lone candle cast dancing shadows on the worn walls, emphasizing the gravity of the task that lay before me. Vallie's life teetered on the edge, her fragile body clinging to each fleeting breath. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her, and so I embarked on a perilous journey in search of the elusive herbs that held the promise of healing. As I prepared to depart, the slaves rallied around me, their voices filled with concern and encouragement. Each slave stepped forward, offering me their well wishes and words of caution, a bittersweet symphony

Poppy assured, seeing the sad look on Imogen's face. "I know" She nodded while Poppy smiled. "That shameless wretch, she managed to seduce the master and his cousin. Then manipulate them into freeing her as a slave, I hate her. She is more worst than Isabella" "At least that means the position of the lord's favourite slave is opened, if we managed to seduce him then we also get to be free," Another slave said, as they murmured among them not minding if Imogen was listening. Poppy hissed at them and patted Imogen's left shoulder

Especially the fact that their couldn't be anything beneath the plantation or the numerous chambers. We were shackled and paraded towards the market and while other slaves murmmured against the tightness of the bond, I couldn't take my mind away from that sentence. "I know what happens beneath The Oak." Perhaps, had it been Lyla had not interrupted her, she might have completed her words.

Sadness settled in my heart; I would never get that kind of life again, not after helping Alexa survive the heat of dying during childbirth. "Someone looks really lost in thought." One of the slaves mumbled, splashing water all over the spot I had just wiped clean. A slow hiss rolled out my lips as I looked up at the perpetrator. The rest of the slaves were laughing at me, no doubt having fun over how miserable I appeared. Just one miracle is all I need to be free and get back at these morons who think they are better off than me because we adorn the same uniform. If I had a sure way out, I would have settled far away long ago. But of what use will crying over spilled milk be? I felt a shado

Shin knows – the moment that her friends revealed to her that the Black Scorpio is doing some shitty things in the country again she already had an idea that they are not the only ones who took the chance of her absence Well, Shin commends their courage to do those things but also, but recognizes the fact that it is natural for the slaves to be on the loose if their master is actually not around and yes, she did just downgrade the people who took the chance to do whatever they want when she is not around and that is simply because they deserve it in the first place.

“Dear Death, this is Ivy, a child begotten from my sperm. I'm offering her to you for the redemption of my life. I seek to live long, without you interrupting my longevity, use her in replace of my unforeseen sickness and use her to atone for my sins.” He says and lifts her up then throw her down. Ivy eyes flung open, she felt that she bounce on something so flexible and fragile. She keeps sinking, and she was struggling to breathe in the water. Long live Dale! Long live Dale. Dale had hailed himself and laughed uproariously. Ivy struggles with fate and attempts to keep her balance. Her vision becomes blurry and then she blank out. “The slave market is fast approaching, if we do not bring so

I had to keep reminding myself: not here; I couldn’t throw up here. Once we got back to the shack, I went towards my assigned area. Kamala and I were placed towards the corner. We slept on piles of straw and remained in our chains. They were afraid of what we’d do if they took away the chains. These chains were the only things keeping us from transferring into our wolf forms. They kept us weak. As stated, on the wooden walls of the shack, there was a long piece of paper with the names of the noble families. After what felt like a lifetime of silence, one of the slaves, Stasha, stood and made her way toward the paper.

Azariah suggested. "Okay, let's do that. I just want to feel numb, and anything else can happen after, I don't care," She said with an exhausted tone. Standing up from the chair, Azariah stretched his hands out to her offering to give her lift. She took his hands and headed for the dark glass door leading into the hallway which led to the hall. They got into the hall and it was quite stuffy due to the amount of people that showed up. He really think no one gave a fuck about the Millers, they were known to have biggest slave trade chain where they got most of their old money and riches.

I paused for just a fraction of a second, resting the heavy stone against my thigh to straighten my violently throbbing lower back. CRACK. The deafening snap of a heavy leather whip bit into the wheelbarrow mere inches from my boots, showering my legs in wet gravel. "Hey! Keep moving, you lazy piece of shit!" the Vanguard slave master bellowed. He strode toward me through the mud, his scarred face twisted into a deeply cruel, sadistic sneer. "I know you're that pampered Silvercrest trash, but you better get it through your thick skull that this isn't your daddy's territory! Pick up the rock! You are nothing but a slave here, and you will break your back until I say you can stop!"

“As you can see, Alpha Gunner, she's weak and sick. Healthier, stronger slaves are highly priced and valuable. This slave is the opposite, hence her low price.” “I see,” Alpha Gunner approached my cell, his eyes locked in mine. He took in my skinny build. “Where the hell did you find her?” “She got shipped in a month ago. Apparently, her family sold her to pay off a massive debt,” the slave merchant said. “She won't interest you, Alpha Gunner. Allow me to show you my best slaves.” “Shut up!” Alpha Gunner snapped at the slave merchant. “Unlock her cell.” The merchant sealed his lips and did exactly as he was told without questions.