Shadow Slave Guiltythree Novels & Stories

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

I could not convict an innocent. “Everyone who was present during my blood slaves, torture, will receive ten lashings, unless you’re able to provide me with useful information.” I knew this would turn the women against each other, but I didn’t care. It was already cutthroat down here, that had been proven earlier tonight. I pointed to Kade’s blood slave, beckoning her to me. Her eyes filled with tears, she was terrified of me and why wouldn’t she be, she had seen me kill three people tonight. She slowly walked over to me, her entire body shaking with fear.

“I know, but I’m not going to just keep quiet while doing something I hate.” “Look what we have here.” I raised my head and saw three male slaves coming towards the pit. They dumped the waste they had carried in buckets into the pit before turning to us. We were already walking away fast in order to avoid them but they were fast and soon caught up with us. “I like the red head,” one commented. “The brunette is better. Which one do you like, Sammy?” “I like the brunette. She’s so beautiful. Look at those long legs, and that perky bouncy butt.”

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.

Destroyed. Leaving me alone with him. With master. With— Owner. "You are thinking about Torres. About killing her. Feeling—something. Guilt maybe. Doubt." "Yes." Truth. Required truth. Always truth about feelings I could not act on. "Good. Feeling while unable to act—that is advanced slavery. Most slaves I break—they stop feeling. Become empty. Robotic. Boring. You—you still feel. Still suffer. Still—hate me. While serving perfectly. Beautiful. Artistic. Perfect."

Even innocent… I wasn’t going back. Around me, the other slaves began whispering. “At least your name’s cleared,” one girl muttered. “You’re lucky,” another said. “Do you know what that means?” I didn’t answer. “It means they won’t work you to death anymore,” she continued. “SilverShade eases up once you’re proven useful.” “Yeah,” an older man added. “You won’t be treated like a murderer now. That alone cuts your workload.” “Better than before,” someone else said softly. “Way better.”

she reminded me, and I nodded, offering her my solemn assurance. "I'll provide you with all their names I learned," she continued, her voice steady as she listed them off. "Luann Shawn: D3 factory manager, Marco Vanberge: D3 factory manager, Patrik Semenov: AgK32 Lab technician, Gary Whyte: Slave trader, Dwayne Olsen: Slave trader, Michelle Willowood: Slaver Trainer, Tandy Astrid: Slave Trainer, Ethan Kane: Asshole, David Grey: AgK32 Lab Manager,

Rivera screamed, hot tears streaming down her face profusely. Whip! “First rule. Trying to escape is a criminal offense. Regardless of what identity you held minutes ago, you're nothing but Don Vespertine's slave now, capisce?” Shadow calmly explained. “Yes, I understand. I understand. I was wrong. I promise I won't—Ahhhh!” WHIP! “I'm so sorry. Please. Please.” It was after Rivera was given 25 strokes or more that Vespertine raised his hand. Shadow stepped back.

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

"That wasn't a nightmare, Gwen. That was reality. You are stuck here forever." "I want to bargain, then," she said and now she saw both men's interest was piqued although she could see how the two of them were looking at her as though waiting for her to try and give her best shot. What she learned from talking to Henrietta earlier is that she has a choice. And if Hades won't give it to her for some fucked up pact he made with her parents many years ago, she would try and negotiate. "I will do the service," she said and she was surprised to hear her own voice not trembling. "I will be your slave and you use me whenever or wherever you want."