Shadow Slave Chapter 1975 Novels & Stories

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.

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

I said and forced myself to smile. “Let’s go home quickly, Senorita, so you can take a bath!” she held my hand and continued walking, her every step are fast. _ “Ouch! Yaya Celine, it hurts!” We are here in front of the gate. She stopped and looked at me. I can see the redness in my waist. Maybe it’s because of the tightness of Yaya Celine’s grip, I do have a sensitive skin. She bit her nail and noticed that her hands were shaking. “Senorita Kiara will kill me, I’m so sorry S-Senorita Shaira, I didn’t m-mean to!”

She was pointing again, but not at me—instead, to the window behind me. I looked outside at the clouds, where shadows had spilled over the sky. Something caught my eye, and I noticed two particularly dark shadows above the boughs. They were bleary at first as they were hidden behind plumes of smoke—then they emerged, dipping into the clear open sky above. A chorus of screams filled the room, and slaves pulled relentlessly on their chains and collars. “What is that?” they screamed. “Oh my god, we’re going to die!” One particular slave was jerking violently at the leather of her collar. “Get this thing off of me!”

“Do you think you still own your life now? The moment you step into this place, Master Henderson owns your life, and you are at his mercy. Now, do what I asked you to before I will do it myself. I will never do it slowly.” “You are a doctor. You should save lives.” Her hands were on my throat. “You don’t have the right to lecture me, woman. Now, strip.” I stepped back when her hands closed on my neck. I glanced at my clothes which were coated with dried blood. “Why should you be embarrassed? Slaves don't have any dignity left.” “We still do." "If your master ordered you to eat shit, you should." "You don’t have to be this kind of bitch,” I muttered but stripped otherwise. Arguing was pointle

Yara shifted beside me, but I lifted a hand slightly, stopping her. Vanya took a step closer. “Do you think putting on silk and sitting in an office changes anything?” she scoffed. “I remember you on your knees scrubbing floors.” Her smile widened cruelly. “You cried a lot back then.” A murmur rippled through the slaves. I kept my voice calm. “Release them.” Vanya laughed. “Release them?” She gestured toward the slaves kneeling in the dirt. “These animals?” Her eyes flashed with amusement. “They exist to work. To obey. To suffer when they fail.”

“Go ahead, this is no meat for babes.” With that, they walked past us. They snarled and strode away. As they left, the slave behind me fainted and fell to the ground. Before I could turn, Shadowvale caught her in his arms.

"Hold on! Don't let yourself down! Remember our plans? Don't let me down, it'll take me forever to find a friend that's as good as you!" Marie's voice joined in, as did Mr Montford's, but they merged together in a discordant noise that sought to shatter his skull. "I get it...but let me sleep for a bit," he muttered, unable to tell whether he spoke aloud or not as hissing replaced the voices. "Just five minutes." He didn't feel the chain drag him back, falling into a black slumber. ----- Shu watched from above, mouth dropping open, aghast at the actions. Oh, he had seen slaves bound in chains, their ankles shackled as they worked. But this was different. Most has been treated with a degree o

Then he held the slave's wrists with his white palms to calm his struggles before saying seriously: “You are free now. Now, you are no longer a slave and you no longer have a master. We are all members of the Hidden Race like you. We are your compatriots, we will protect you and help you. Please come with us." The slave was dizzy for a moment. Just when I thought he was convinced, he suddenly shouted, "No. I don't want anything to do with you. I only want my master. I will never have any freedom. I can only live with the protection of my master. I want to go back!" After that, it didn't matter what Vincent said. The male slave refused to listen and insisted on returning to the dungeon. Vince