Shadow Slave Chapter 1975 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"That wasn't a nightmare, Gwen. That was reality. You are stuck here forever." "I want to bargain, then," she said and now she saw both men's interest was piqued although she could see how the two of them were looking at her as though waiting for her to try and give her best shot. What she learned from talking to Henrietta earlier is that she has a choice. And if Hades won't give it to her for some fucked up pact he made with her parents many years ago, she would try and negotiate. "I will do the service," she said and she was surprised to hear her own voice not trembling. "I will be your slave and you use me whenever or wherever you want."

All it took was 1 hour, 1 hour to change my life, and 1 hour is all it took for me to become an Omega slave. I enter the kitchen and thank the moon goddess that time is on my side this morning in fact, I'm 15 minutes early so breakfast definitely won't be late. Hopefully, that means I'll only get slaps and kicks today while serving breakfast to everyone and I won't get beat. Friday I was 3 minutes late serving breakfast and I was badly beaten. The longer I'm here the worse the beatings get.

Lily ordered them to eat. The servants served the foods to them. Clive is not used to this kind of treatment that is why he blushed while being served. "I can get for myself Miss. Thank you." Clive refused to be served. "Are you not used to be served Mr. Aster?" Lily asked. 'Clive shook his head. "We are not rich Mrs. Klatt. I am not used to being served. I think I don't deserve such thing." "It's fine. You are my guest today. Let them serve you as I ordered them." Lily stated in a calm voice.

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!

It slopes downward before curving slightly, leading toward the outer edges of the estate. My breathing quickens as I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. Every step forward is another step toward freedom. Finally, I reach the end and am faced with a huge metal door. I open it and take a deep breath, stepping forward, but suddenly my joy is crushed when I hear his voice. “Where do you think you’re going, slave?”

The woman's feet gave up as she dropped onto the floor. Helen crouched down to her with tears in her eyes. "What's your name?" The woman chuckled humorlessly with tears still flowing down her cheeks, "I forgot what my name was... I was brought here when I was sixteen. Just like the other girls, even I was injected, trafficked to different countries, had different masters.. who addressed me with different names, finally I'm old now and they don't sell me anymore. Now I'm just a servant in this place... but I named myself again, I named myself as Noel, I really like that name. So now my name is Noel." The woman passed a sad smile.

Allen said casually and shrugged, throwing nuts into his mouth. Surprisingly, Allen bringing up the revenge topic again didn’t upset me, but I still didn’t take it lightly. “You know it’s easier said than done. How can I do all that when I’m stuck in this damn place as a slave!” I scoffed and dug my hands into the small sack in his hand and took out some nuts. “So that means you’re considering it at least?” Disbelief and amusement were pasted all over Allen’s distorted face. Not replying to Allen, I looked away watching the busy view of fellow slaves loitering around.

I was lifted from the ground and dropped at the back of a black van, before I could gather enough strength to protest, I felt the van speed away. The car drove all through the night and by dawn, I heard the car stop. I was still dizzy but I could hear them talking. “Miss Sar—Sorry —Miss Victoria really got a pretty one this time. I bet selling her as a sex slave would bring us a loooot of money," one of the muscular men said. “I'm not quite sure about that, she very very skinny. I think Miss Victoria should have just abandoned her to die that night”. Replied the other one.

Her feet wobbled as she tried to stand on her feet, the weight of her body was too heavy for her legs and she almost fell to the ground but she quickly grabbed the sink for help. Her life reflected through her mind and she wondered how fast the night changed. She was just a mere waitress in a nightclub with a sick mother and now she was a sex slave to one of the biggest mafia lords in the mafia world. She was ashamed of herself, she couldn't even look at herself in the mirror right now. Her mind kept bringing the disgusting sight to her, her screams were a nightmare to her existence, she just wanted to die right now so she could escape everything. Her chest burned with the pain of how she be