Shadow Slave Novels & Stories

Lily ordered them to eat. The servants served the foods to them. Clive is not used to this kind of treatment that is why he blushed while being served. "I can get for myself Miss. Thank you." Clive refused to be served. "Are you not used to be served Mr. Aster?" Lily asked. 'Clive shook his head. "We are not rich Mrs. Klatt. I am not used to being served. I think I don't deserve such thing." "It's fine. You are my guest today. Let them serve you as I ordered them." Lily stated in a calm voice.

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

"Your Ezra abandoned you the moment he drove away from the hospital. And now, you will pay the real price for his empire. My father is not known for his subtlety, and I hear there is a market in the Gulf that pays obscenely well for beautiful, defiant women. You are not a hostage, Davina. You are chattel. You are going to be sold as a slave to finance the total destruction of your precious Ezra De Luca." The knife pressed harder, cutting through the thin cotton shirt and drawing a bead of blood that instantly warmed the cold metal. The darkness closed in, not from sedation this time, but from absolute, paralyzing terror. A slave. My fight-or-flight response, long dormant, screamed a warning

Even my master has been a perpetrator of cruelty towards my kind, recounting tales of the worst experiences endured. In the past, he would subject the blood slaves to a cruel fate, depriving them of sustenance, draining their life force, and ultimately ending their existence. I couldn't help but ponder what caused him to transform upon my arrival. His insatiable thirst for blood had garnered infamy in the streets, and tales of his monstrous nature circulated widely. They deemed it a disease, an affliction that corrupted his very essence.

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.

"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."

Salvador, my cousin entered the bathroom and I signalled Richard to leave us alone "Get this lifeless slave out of my sight. How many times do I have to tell you not to get me fragile slaves? Now you will do exactly as I will order you. Go to the Daemoniums. They have offered me a slave. As they told me, she is a rebellion. According to Justin, she has no control over her blood lust. I want you to go to them and pay them in exchange for the slave they have to offer me." I said and he bowed his head in respect.

It didn’t sound realistic to me either. “You’re right, I was just bought from the underground society, but can’t slaves change their lives? You see, I am the one standing before you while you are there kneeling with shackles in your hands and legs. You’re looking down on me because I’m a lowly slave even when I don’t look like one, but who looks like a poor dog right now?” Nikolai growled and tried to claw me but he couldn’t because of his shackles. I gave him a small smile, which pissed him off more.

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?

"Let's go back inside your room, Miss Claudia." "It's boring inside!" You can count on it being accurate. While I was their slave, my owner had me locked up for three days after we had a discussion. It drove me practically crazy worrying about everything all day, and I ended up with dark circles under my eyes as a result of not getting enough rest. His proposal made no sense at all. The papers say I had to follow him or risk getting into trouble. Yet I don't believe the things that are written there. Killing someone is difficult in modern times, what with the prevalence of strict moral codes and widespread public condemnation.