Shadow Slave Guiltythree Novels & Stories

Tyler smiled. When they were gone, I turned my eyes back on them. "By the way, I should tell you that we have a new policy. Forced slavery is now punishable by death. No trial, no explanation, no chances. If my assistant tells me that Mandy was enslaved by either of you two, neither of you will walk out of here alive."

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.

“They found his phone. He was on a call when the truck hit. With you. You distracted him. You, dirty slave girl. You almost killed my husband!” My throat closed. People in the waiting room turned to stare. I opened my mouth, but no words came. Brayden’s mother, cut in sharply. “I wonder what right you have to be here.” Her next words hit like a knife. “She’s always been bad luck. The moment she came into his life, everything went bad. Look at this mess. He should never have brought a slave girl into this family.” The word cracked something in me. Slave. Right here. In a hospital full of strangers.

, and with his long, strong body, he pressed himself against her, and then suddenly, he let go of his hand, and looked down on her as if she were an ant, his thin lips curling into a cold smile: "It's time to exercise your duty as a slave today, sleep with me for one night." Zona suspected that her ears had misheard, and in slow motion, she raised her head, "What did you say? I just went through ...." "You're a slave, do you want your master to accommodate your physical condition?" A touch of annoyance surged in his heart, abruptly! He buried his head, his thin lips pressing hard against Zona's half-open red lips, sticking his tongue into her mouth to maliciously mimic the thrusting and stir

Boss's pov *Black market prison* Slaps…. ! "You fool," I shouted at her "you made me suffer and now I will deal very well with you. What were you thinking, and now my plans has failed. All my plans have failed and I will have you to blame for it" "I did not have any choice, he could have done somethnng worse to me if I could not have told him the truth" my slave said

"For becoming a slave, anyone can torture; if you don't do well, it's okay to be beaten to death." Chad had just finished speaking, and the man's face turned pale; even Robert was surprised by this decision. “Alpha, but the enslaved people here are all prisoners we took back. And he's Alpha Galvin's man, after all, so we do..." "I don't like to talk much. Have you followed me for so many years and didn't even know this?" Chad's sideways glance silenced Robert, who immediately followed his orders. I was then carried to the car by Chad and taken to his private room.

"Is this the Dr. Aster of Liberty Hospital of Country S?" "Yes, he is. Do you know him? Dr. Lisbon?" Clive looked at the man in front of him and smiled. "Of course Director Klatt, Dr. Louie Lisbon and I are classmates." Clive turned to Louie, "Hey Buddy! How have you been? It is a long time-no-see!" They shook their hands with a special hand shake. Clive whispered to Louie, "Is this alright with you, Buddy?" "Of course Buddy! I'll tour you around later. No one here is more qualified than you. Am I right Director Klatt?" Louie asked Celeste sarcastically.

She scoffed. “Listen to me.” I facepalmed. “No, you listen to me. I don't need your fucking help, okay? You can't keep using me and expect me to keep quiet about it. I am not like the other slaves. I am entitled to voice out my opinion and speak up whenever I'm wronged. You can throw me out of your pack if you're offended by my outbursts. At least, I would die a rogue and forget about this bullshit!” She exclaimed and was about to leave, but I drew her back and hugged her.

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.

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.