Novel & Cerita Shadow Slave Manwha

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.

I'm still following my fucking boss. "Hey! Helix, where here!" a man with a familiar face call him. Right! He's the Regan, Helix is talking about. He's the fucking boss who ordered his subordinate to slap me. Why he's here? And what am I doing here? While I'm thinking we are walking towards the table of the fucking Regan. "So she is your wife? I'm not wrong into thinking that you'll bring her then." He said while laughing. Acting like a rich noble man when he's a real jerk psh . And what did he say wife? I'm a slave of helix not his wife. Haist!

Blocking her 5'2" frame from view completely. Rosy is sweet and confident, but she has never done well against bullies. And these three are the biggest bullies we have ever faced. "Elaborate, and we might come without a struggle," I say, trying to buy us time while learning as much as I can. "If we elaborate completely, you will become even more frightened, sugar, .....but..... since you asked nicely. ......There are three different slave types that you could be sold for. Sex slave, regular slave, and blood slave. For example, you are tall, beautiful, and strong. Perfect for being a sex slave or maid. Your friend is petite, timid, and beautiful. She fits with all three categories. We shall

Shawn asked as he handed another silver coin to the man, there was no way he would allow his sister to become the slave of a household. The man took it cautiously as he nodded his head, “The young man she married was a merchant and had many wives, she is serving in his household and being tortured because she is the only one who gave birth to a son.” “Is that so? Direct me to the merchants home,” Shawn ordered. The middle-aged man looked at him oddly and said, “A refined sir such as yourself should not go looking for trouble.” Shawn looked at him briefly and said, "If you will not, I shall find someone else to give me directions."

’ 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.

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

I could not understand how and in any way a woman wanted to be enslaved to a man just because he was extremely handsome. ''Oh girl, you don't get it. Those two Men are walking masterpieces. Their entire demeanor will make you cream. I hear that all the other slaves they bought, once each of them had just a night with them, they kept begging for more!'' the other maid said in excitement.

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

My breasts were so full the other one on the right was squirting from the excitement that the cat-like woman was causing on the left. The man with the chain on his neck stood at the end of the bed waiting for his master to tell him what to do. His cock huge and erect. The other man, still tonguing away, stopped and said "Tina! I want you to eat her pussy. Make Sam suck her tits." The woman growled and said, "Yes... Slave! Suck and bite her tits." The slave did as he was told.

She should be careful because there are cannibals here that only want her to be their dinner. Her price is now on fifty million which is funny because they want to buy this woman. I stare at her and I must admit that she looks beautiful but not that much. She also looks soft which annoys me the most. The bidding was about to close when she looked me in the eye. Her eyes were screaming for help which made me raise my hands. “Sixty million! I will buy her for sixty million!" I yelled. “Anyone who can beat sixty million?" He yelled as he showed the woman to the crowd. “Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?