Shadow Slave Manwha Novels & Stories

Real. “Elina,” I breathed out. I barely heard my own voice. But then I had to remind myself. I didn’t bring her here to protect her, I brought her here to belong..to me. I’ll break her, rebuild her, and she’ll wear my very name like a collar. My pretty little slave.

I only realized that I was when I saw big drops of tears drizzling down my legs. “Hush now,” a warm voice called me, and then I felt a hand touching my cheek. Slowly, I looked up and met his brown eyes. “Don’t cry. As long as you obey me, I won’t kill you,” he said. Is he… comforting me? The man who bought me for $5 million was giving me comfort? ‘What a load of b*llshit!’ “From today onwards,” He continued, “I am your master, and you are my slave. If you play nice, I'll treat you well."

I thought of screaming for help, but then again, who would help a slave that was being sold for a ridiculous amount? Slave, s3x slave… a new life I never thought would be attached to my name. Once a princess and now a slave, who would have thought things don't last forever. The happiness, the joy, the laughter, families, friends, and so on would last forever. Nothing seems to be forever. Just a snap of the finger and everything will be erased, leaving nothing but darkness, sorrow, pain, and death.

I can take the insults thrown at me but it would be a different issue when they'll start insukting those who stay beside me. I stare at him without flashing any expression so he'll know I am d*mn serious. Shiro smirked at me, ignoring all the warning signs I threw. Before anything goes wrong between us, the host of the auction suddeny announced an item that made me shocked. "For our next item... a woman." What the? I thought there are no slavery in here?! This is an action to help the children. Whyw ould they use a woman as an item! The fact that there is a slavery in this activity disappointed me. But what I see made me surprised.

I asked her in a stutter. "I... I am a slave Kayden," she replied and thus time I could feel my anger start to grow. Who the hell in the world was practising slavery?!; "Who is it ugh?" I asked her. "I... I have no idea." she sniffed back tears and I wrapped my arm around her. "No crying Mantha, I am here for you," I mumbled to her. "Would you tell me all about it?" I asked softly and she nodded after a slight hesitation.

“You don’t need to hear this and I should really carry on serving.” His large paw touched her arm. “Not while you’re attending to me,” he said. “And I was forgetting, very few of the men surrounding us speak Ormondian. Don’t be offended by what I’m about to say next, girl. If all you ever need to do is show your breasts to a man, think yourself lucky. That’s nothing in comparison to what some put their female slaves through.” “Enlighten me,” she said, though it was against her better judgement.

All three of their slaves were panting heavily by the time they were done. It was time to switch again and Sherman was with his wife, Gwen; Mom with Lisa, Mistress Dark with Ron and Rob was with my wife with Edward next and Dad moved to Slut. I was interested in seeing the interaction between Gwen and Sherman. She kissed and hugged him right away. I rolled the dice for the slaves. "The slaves will rub their cocks or pussies on the cock or pussy of the client for five minutes," I announced. "I want your cock hard for this," Mistress Dark said, and damned if Ron didn't start getting an erection right away. He was the most pussy whipped person I'd ever met, but it was sure going to work out for

I looked slightly over at Shayna, I could feel her uneasiness, this was not her typical place to be, obviously, but she is not thinking twice about dumping me here. “My friends and I are here to give you a gift, just for a small amount of money, anything would do," Linda said as she caressed the man's round belly with her hand, then moved it to his chest. Of course, I was the gift, a gift none of them owned. I was being sold as a slave.

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

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.