Shadow Slave Free Novels & Stories

This must mean something extremely important to her. “Ms. Farah, I would do anything you ask of me. I have seen you patch up everyone here, taken the beatings for the little ones and even shed tears for all of us here. Whatever you ask of me I will do.” I said taking her hand in mine and lifting her chin to meet my eyes. “I vow, someday, someway I will free you of this hell and you will never feel this pain again.” This was a vow I promise to all slaves. Somehow I felt empowered and felt a sort of strength flowing throughout my entire body. Maybe my dream was actually true and the Goddess herself actually did visit me within my dreams.

"Please... don't do this. I’ve never... nobody has ever touched me. Please, Cassius!" "You're begging? I spent ten years begging! Every time Gideon or Draven used me as a punching bag, I begged. And you know what they said? They said a slave has no right to words. You aren't a Duke's son anymore. You’re my property. My personal toy." "Stop! It hurts! You're breaking my skin!" "Crying won't help you here. This is the first payment on a debt that can never be settled. From the moment your father’s heart stopped, you became my asset. My slave. My ghost. I am your Master now, and you will learn to obey."

"I'm scared and ashamed, Domina." "Elaborate." "If you'd suggested to me this morning I would find myself in this position because I'd cum while being whipped, I'd never have believed it. The fact I could makes me ashamed. Now I'm afraid I might be like you, Domina; a slave." "I'm not ashamed of being a slave, though I can see why you might think it's shameful. I'm proud to be a sex slave. It's been the most rewarding time of my life. I'm the happiest I've ever been. Why should you be any different?"

Not today though. She bared her teeth, chest rumbling, and knowing what was coming, I braced myself as she slammed me into the wall behind me, the back of my head hitting it so hard I thought my cranium would crack. Lycans healed fast, but that by no means meant we are immune to the feeling of pain. We felt pain as keenly as any human. If not more. “You are worthless, slave.” she spat. “Weak, being bait fits you so well. I can think of nothing better to show you just how insignificant and expendable you are.”

Real. “Elina,” I breathed out. I barely heard my own voice. But then I had to remind myself. I didn’t bring her here to protect her, I brought her here to belong..to me. I’ll break her, rebuild her, and she’ll wear my very name like a collar. My pretty little slave.

Adena cried intensely, falling into Antoinette's arms. "What have I done to deserve this? What? I can't bare it anymore" she cried. Antoinette felt tears running down her own cheeks. She truly felt for Adena. She couldn't imagine going through what Adena has been going through. "You are strong, I know you can pull through. I wish master would change. I really wish he would" she sighed. "But I'm here for you. I can be your friend. I'm not allowed to make friends with the slaves but I can make an exception this one time. Let me be your friend" Antoinette said.

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

Then, without looking at me, she asked quietly, “What am I supposed to do now that I’m no longer a slave?” The word hit me like a blow. Slave. My grip on my fork tightened, and I felt the faintest twitch in my jaw before I could stop it. I hated hearing her call herself that—hated that she had been reduced to such a thing in the first place. And the worst part was knowing the word was placed on her by my own mouth and it had sunk its claws into how she saw herself. But I kept my voice steady. “I don’t know,” I admitted honestly. “You’re free to do whatever you want.”

I learned my lesson after Liam kidnapped me. “Helena! You can’t decide who lives and dies!” My father growled as we walked into our tent just outside the slave camp. I rolled my eyes. “Would you have made the decision? Tell me, father. Would you have given the order? No! You wouldn’t. You would let them go. You can’t let people like that go. They come back with greater force. Oliver and I know that. We lived through it. We set the innocent slaves free. The people who can still have a future. Unfortunately, you can’t change the mind of pure evil! You can only destroy it!” He cringed back slightly with every word.

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.