Shadow Slave Free Novels & Stories

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.

If only she could see beyond the beastly mask. Underneath the mask was a young twenty-four year old lady who needed freedom from the shackles of slavery. I was no Adrian, I was just his slave. One who should carry out his dirty works with no complaint, one who had to whore around for her father's company's interest, one who is now planning the abduction of her sister with a man who whips her during sex.

He asks and smiles at me kindly. “Chocolate please,” When he handed it to me, my smile widened. “I’ll pay you later-- “ “You don’t need to. I’ll give it to you for free. That’s the only ice cream left.” Wait, did he just say that he’ll give this to me for free? Really? He’s too nice to give this to me, even though we’re strangers. Once I see him again, I’ll give him money to buy land and build his own business! “I’ll go ahead first, goodbye.” he smiled at me and so did I.

The woman wiped her tears as Helen's eyes welled up. 'How could Marcel be this cruel? How could Marcel let this happen?' Helen thought to herself. And the woman continued, "After a period, they start selling these girls to different countries, some are sold for slavery and some for prostitution. All the girls in here are virgins and if they are not, they turn them into a virgin by stitching their genitals. Once their masters are done with them, they get them back here but the animals in here resell them to other countries again." The woman's feet gave up as she dropped onto the floor.

I’m a mother desperately looking for her son. I didn’t belong to anyone, not as a servant, a possession, a puppet, or a plaything. And I never would. The very idea of being called someone’s slave filled me with fire. I wouldn’t wear that title, not even if they tortured me until the last breath left my body.

His words tumbled out in a torrent, a desperate attempt to shield me from the darkness that lurked within him. I could feel the anguish in his voice, a pain that masqueraded as fury, a cry that echoed through the chambers of his heart as he beheld my countenance frozen in terror, my eyes wide with a mixture of fear and disbelief, my very soul recoiling in horror. "I'm free..." I whispered, the words tasting like honey and ash on my lips. "Free from slavery, a wish I could only dream of, and now it's given to me... my freedom."

If this guy wants to start something, I won't back down from a fight. “Uhm, you did do something terrible to me", I scoffed. “Really? Mind jogging my memory?”, He sat back and folded his arms, paying attention to me. “Well for starters, you bought me as a slave, then you brought me to your mansion just to lock me up in a cold dark room for weeks till I almost died!!”, I angrily told him. He sat forward and his eyes darkened, it looked like it was some nuclear weapon, waiting to be tampered with. I got scared for a minute, ‘Would he hurt me?’, I asked myself.

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

Nina exclaimed through the speaker. “Are you listening to yourself? Didn’t you hear the part where I was kidnapped, threatened and almost raped by the thugs? And then I had to become a slave pet to pay off Mark’s debts??” Evelyn asked in disbelief. She wondered what was going on in Nina’s mind. What was so exciting about being someone’s pet? It was degrading and she hated it.

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