Shadow Slave Free Novels & Stories

There was something he was battling with. "I do not know how you will take this," he said, but I urged him to speak. He looked at me with heartbreak and concern. "Apparently, slaves are allowed to gamble their way out. It is a way of tricking them into more debts. The games are rigged. Once they put a mark on someone and he or she does not know how to walk away from a losing game, they get the person," He said, and I frowned, not understanding what he was trying to say.

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!

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.

I flinched at even that light touch, my nerves raw and hypersensitive. "Now then," he purred, "let's see how well you've learned your lesson." He moved in front of me, lifting my chin roughly. "Look at me," he commanded. I forced my tear-filled eyes to meet his cold gaze. "Who do you belong to?" he asked. "I am not a slave," I whispered hoarsely. "Louder," he barked. "You can’t do it" I cried out. "I am a free woman. You were a slave, a weak….” He reached out and roughly pinched my nipple, twisting it harshly. I gasped at the sharp pain and couldn’t even complete.

I heard him sigh. "Ayla, it's important that you understand that you're no longer a slave." Victor put his hand on my chin and made me look up. "You don't have to lower your face when you're spoken to, you can deny something if you don't want to, even if it's from the teachers. I know it's hard to understand everything, but try to improve." Empty words, they've been trying to convince me for days that I'm not who I am, except that I was born a slave, I've lived like one up until now and I won't be free any time soon...

I held my breath, sensing the weight of his words. "You will be killed," he declared. My breath caught in my throat as the reality of my situation sank in. Drake continued, explaining the harsh truth. "The punishment for killing someone as a slave is death. According to the last slave reforms of 1976, no slave is allowed to kill, even if their life is on the line." I felt numb, unable to process the fact that my life is about to end. "Slaves don't have the freedom to live," Joe declared.

I stepped back into the vibrant world outside, a realm that celebrated the chosen while relegating the overlooked to the shadows. In the midst of the revelry, I navigated the corridors with newfound determination. The weight of being a slave, once an anchor that threatened to drown me, now became a catalyst for resilience. The celebration continued around me, but within, a spark of defiance ignited—a resolve to redefine my worth beyond the shackles of societal labels.

Turning away from us, he spoke to Elvin, who I assumed was a steward of some sort. “The Game begins in three days. Ensure they are physically fit for island deployment.” His voice was steady and controlled. “Of course, Master Kalev,” Elvin responded. My heart clutched. Game? A cold weight settled in my stomach. My mind raced, piecing it all together. We weren’t being inspected for labour. We were being inspected to participate in the… …the Slave Games? The realization ripped through me, sharp like a razor blade. We weren’t brought here to work. We were brought here to die! To fight for our lives on some island, all in the name of entertainment.

he drawled, like this was some sort of business deal instead of my entire life being sold off. I ignored him, lips pressed into a thin line, but the silence only seemed to amuse him more. His mouth curved wider, slow and cruel, like he enjoyed the taste of my dread. “Don’t sulk, little menace. You should be honored. Out of all the worthless wolves, I chose you.” Honored? I wanted to laugh in his face. Instead, my nails dug crescents into the paper, the words Omega Slave blurring under my grip. “Why’d I want to be your slave?” I asked, finally finding my voice.

If he doesn’t keep his promise then I will kill him myself, I thought ominously. Despite my ominous thoughts, I knew the Alpha was too proud to back down from a challenge even if it meant giving his youngest son away to a woman who had once been a slave. A slave who was seen as the scum of the earth, they were often harassed and beaten as those who controlled them looked down on them like simple objects, objects who were disposable, objects who they could kill if they saw fit. It was a life that I had pulled Seren from, it was an act that had forever changed her life as she was now living as a free woman.