Shadow Slave Manga Mga Nobela at Kwento

A few seconds has passed, yet I felt absolutely nothing but there's a difference on my body, a Sakura flower tattoo appears on my forehands, it looks neat and kinda to my liking actually. (The Slaves Ownership of 20 Slaves has been transferred successfully. The loyalty of All slaves has been set to 70% (Loyal/ Beloved/Trusted), Congratulations Sir. ) "Thanks…Looks like, I already got free workers now…...time to put that Ex-Queen to work..".

It was the thing placed in the middle of the room. A cage. A large shiny gold cage. There was a mattress laid on the floor inside it and there were many other things placed inside the cage. The cage was enough wide and large that two giant men like Gabriel could fit in it. She felt her body being jerked forward as he stood behind her leaning his lips closer to her ear before mumbling the words that were enough to snatch the last string of her consciousness. "Your new room, Slave." With that, her eyes rolled back and her body fell against his chest limply. Before she could meet the concreted floor he held her tiny frame in his massive arms chuckling out. ___________________________________

In the corner was even a tall shelf full of all different kinds of books. I got the most excited when I saw a bath readied for me. The steaming liquid calling for me.. the tub big enough to submerge myself up to my neck. I nodded my head at the men and the guards stepped shut the door, leaving me in my room all to myself. Maybe.. being a slave won’t be so horrible.. if I could just follow the rules. ••••••••••••••••••••••

On the middle of it was a big black hole that Kaizer couldn't figure out the purpose. Minute per minute, a slave would passed out and the guards standing on every side would get them out of the pentagram and would insert a new slave. If a slave insisted, she will be whipped to near death. There were young slaves and old ones. Female slaves only, they were all half naked and their bodies were painted with red and black, flesh and bruises. Hopeless they were. Weak and pitiful. Kaizer couldn't eye the situation and so he diverted his eyes to the dark ceiling. "You're sensitive." The Magnus caught him.

But the laying off wasn’t the issue, she wondered why so many slaves wanted to serve the arrogant little boy. She derived no joy in doing that, so it baffled her to the core that they’d beg for something as stupid as serving someone who would use their backs as wine tables. “She said she asked a higher slave,” Rex muttered, laughing. “Higher slaves?” he repeated, his word aimed at Akira. “So you all have ranks even among slaves?” Akira didn’t respond. She just kept folding the linen with slow, careful precision, trying to focus on the neat edges instead of the boy behind her, whose voice felt like nails digging into her skin with each word that slipped from his lips.

The tigress could see the tension in the air and she could also see how angry her son was which made her wonder what this slave issue was really about and why it was causing so much ruckus and anger between the couple. 'I should step in now and try sorting this before things spiral out of control. Who exactly is this slave though?' She wondered and the thought of what to do flooded her mind as she tried to determine the best way to step in. "Um-um." She cleared her throat to make her presence in the conversation known as they both glared at each other. "Why are you making this such big of a deal though Fabian? What is this slave to you that Tasha cannot punish her?" She asked Fabian with gen

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.”

I questioned again. "Are you that dumb or you are just pretending, we are sold as sex slaves, those girls at the front are sex workers here but they get to be auctioned when fresh girls are brought in. The virgins are the most expensive and valuable, if you are one then you are lucky, and your master will be filthy rich. Unlike me, I will be sold for five hundred dollars" She replied and my eyes widened. Five hundred? For a beautiful human girl?! "What- how is that even possible? I don't want to be here, I don't want to be sold" I rasped my heart skipping as I thought of belonging to someone.

His portrait shows his perfectly sculpted abs that run across his entire torso and his seductive gaze that makes my womanhood wet. Wait! What?! Did I just think that his portrait is making me aroused?! Oh my goodness! What’s happening to me?! I shrug the ridiculous thoughts off my head while reminding myself of my motive for being here - and that’s to wipe out The Manila Mafia, which includes Mr. Davide, before they could prove to the world that lycans are real. “Do you wanna eat something?”

She walked to the back of the dungeon, as she slowly dropped the dirty clothes, and then started washing them with her shaking hands. Even the Alpha of the silver pack is careless about the slave and how they live their lives, to him he paid for them and how they live and die has nothing to do with him. So many of the slaves lost their life due to torture from the pack members and Lydia. Some were even used as a scapegoat by the Pack warriors during their training as they all called it A FIGHT FOR SURVIVAL. Where they are made to fight and dare not defeat anyone from the pack. Cora washes the clothes as she reflects on her miserable life and wishes she will be free from this excruciating pai