Shadow Slave Reaction Novels & Stories

I said with a tone of finality. “This is your first day as a slave. Why don’t you wait and see, aren't you jumping into conclusions so soon my sweetest doll?” His face turned offended. Yes I like it. I love to get him mad if that will make him tell me the truth I’m itching to hear. “Is it because of me you stopped the Slave bank? I can see your slaves; they don’t look like one. They eat well, dress and are excited to be here. Are you redefining things and making up for the past?”

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.

“But in a… different way.” I paused. “Different how?” “Less… braced.” She smiled a little, not teasing, just observant. “You don’t jump every time someone walks past the door anymore.” Heat curled in my cheeks, embarrassed. “Was it that obvious?” “Oh, very,” she said with a laugh. “But it’s normal. New slaves always look like that for the first few days. Like they’re made of thin glass.” I stared at the tub of water for a moment. “Do I still look made of glass?”

“And oh, we knew you wanted your infidel pussy pounded again.” Hmm… I bite down a moan growing at the back of my throat. This is freaking humiliation, Sadie! Don't be stupid! But I am stupid. My pussy is. Else, why would it beg for a stranger’s cock? Strangers! “Because we want to spite your boss, you have a chance to show how much of a good slave you are.” He continues. Slaves obey. They wait for their master’s command. They take all the punishments with a smile…

I stammered, my voice shaky, but he only chuckled darkly and leaned in closer. "Why?" he whispered. "You disobeyed me, little slave. Don’t you think you deserve to be punished?" His words sent a shiver down my spine as his presence consumed me. "When a slave disobeys, they must face consequences. You’ve been flaunting yourself, tempting others. Now, I’m merely showing you the consequences of your actions."

"And soon they will think that by going after you, they can get to me. They'll think they can use you to weaken me, to force my hand. You have ignited something you don't understand." I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t breathe. “What do you think I should do? Hmm? Maybe I should give you out to them to avoid a mafia war between two cartels, don't you think?" I stiffened, every muscle in my body locking up. What..? “No,” I whispered before I could stop myself, my voice trembling. “I don’t want to go back there. Please, I'll do anything for you. I’ll be your slave, your toy, your property…anything! Just tell me!”

The question hung in the air for a heartbeat before Nora let out a sharp, mocking laugh that made my skin crawl. "Train?" she repeated incredulously. "You think slaves are allowed to train? No they're not. Slaves are not allowed to train." All the blood drained from my face as the full weight of her words hit me. My entire body went cold, and something fierce and angry rose up inside my chest, burning away the fear and humiliation. "I refuse to just sit here and be idle."

To fight for our lives on some island, all in the name of entertainment. I’d heard about the Slave Games. Everyone had. But our district was so far removed from them. Only the elite classes watched. Our district was too poor for televisions and frivolous things like entertainment. Clenching my fists, my anger flared. Before I could stop myself, I lunged forward, stepping out of line. My anger cut through my shock. “That’s why you brought us here?” I seethed. “The Moon Goddess will punish you!” I spat out, my cheeks flushed red. “She punishes every werewolf who treats human life as worthless!”

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."

Shateira watched him as he reach for them. "What are you doing!?" A man yelled at him. "What do you think?" Caleb replied after a moment of being startled. Shateira pulled her bow and arrow and aimed at the man. "Thinking of freeing the slaves? How about I cut your head?" the man raised his sword to slash Caleb. Shateira released the arrow. It flew into the air and landed on the man's chest. His blood gushed out from his body and some splashed on Caleb's clothes. He turned to see his master grinning.