Shadow Slave Chapter 1975 Mga Nobela at Kwento

To him all the slaves are food and should be treated as such. “She is my patient, can’t you see?” Clara said immediately, trying to protect Sheila. She wanted her to stay and rest some more in the clinic, knowing what was in stock for her outside the clinic. Chico turned his sharp gaze on Clara again, “this is not one of your regular hospitals or clinics, you are all slaves here and slaves are meant to serve.” Chico told her, still in a deep tone and glaring into her eyes causing Clara to feel a wave of anger sweep through her. She wished that there was something she could do.

“ I have not forgotten it. I hope you can have sex with me because you like me. I know this is not easy, so I will not insist. After all, I am your slave, do whatever you want to do to me. I will not struggle again.” Cody looks at me with a doubtful smile. “ I hope you are not playing any tricks, you sly human. Otherwise, I will make you pay for that.” I smile flatteringly like a real slave. “ I will never trick you, my dear master.” I do not know if Cody believes what I said, after all, my words even disgusted myself.

She whispered to her ears ,her voice low and calmed . Lydia on her part ,Stared at her like she had seen a ghost. "While others are working their foot out ,All you do is walk around,like a slut in this pack , changing from one man to another "She yelled at her . Cora stared at her ,she wasn't smiling at her words as the other slaves laughed wholeheartedly at her words .She winced ,not able to say a word .Just like before,it felt like another part of her had been completely shattered .

"Show me your pass from the doctor." As swiftly as a sword impales the chest, the slave brought out her pass. And after confirming she was good to go, I dug my hand into her lower body and ripped off her underwear. The fire in my eyes could melt anything that came close. Right at that moment, the trembling slave was caught in that fire. "My Chosan."

The hall is as quiet as a graveyard. “And we want a place to stay,” A woman says breaking the silence. “We no longer have homes to go back to. You made sure of that, remember? It might be hard to start our lives again but if we can survive being slaves, then I’m sure as hell we can survive anything.” They all chant a yes in unison. “It’s the least you can do for us.” She adds and I find myself nodding slowly and repeating her words. “It’s the least I can do for you.”

His fingers pinched hard, a silent command. “Yes,” I breathed. “I… I consent.” The judge’s frown deepened, but he nodded for us to sign. The contract lay heavy on the desk. I reached for the pen, my hand trembling… The doors burst open. Alessia Barged in. The venom in her eyes was directed straight at me. “You can’t be serious,” she hissed, moving forward. “You’re really marrying her? A common slave?” Gasps rippled through the courtroom.

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

Turning back from the window, Okotwe now pointed at one of his men. "Take this tired, worn-out pussy outside and give her to Gojibwe's band. They look horny and ready for some fresh cunt-meat." The muscular slave nodded to his leader and quickly pulled Abanri off the bed, throwing her over his shoulder like a mere object. Shinatri's last sight of her beloved mother was the sight of her mother's exposed pussy and ass, Abanri's pussy leaking more rivulets of Xokothi jism, which oozed down her pale legs. Okotwe turned back toward Shinatri while the slave carried Shinatri's dazed, naked mother down the central staircase. The slave leader's chuckle was darker than an eclipse.

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.

he forced a smile. "So please I will need your help," she opened her book. "We were given an assignment to write down the history of Shade and a bit about Castle." "Story time it is. Now pay attention," he sat next to her. "During the 18th century," he began. "When slavery was the hit of the time, the white men randomly purchased slaves from the local chiefs themselves, who were greedy and selfish. Castle happened to be born by some of the slaves who were taken and growing up he lived as a high servant in the house of his master. He was loved, treated as mostly equal to the other white servants. And all that ended in a day, when news of his affair with his Master's only daughter Eva, reache