Shadow Slave Reaction 소설 & 이야기

My face pales instantly and I feel my stomach churn in fear. " I Am Sorry " I believe him. I stop acting like a child and sit down in the chair. I nod breathlessly. As he calms, I watch the fire go right out of his big brown eyes to watch as the soothing waves roll in. He is right i am just a Slave , A whore to him but still he listen to my loud talk. He could just rape me and throw me for his men to take advantage or worst but he is tolerating my behavior. He dips two fingers into the blood and begins to paint on my face. I let him. I close my eyes as he swirls his wet fingers

I couldn't shake the growing panic that consumed me, a fear fueled by the uncertainty of what awaited me and the potential consequences of failure. My heart raced, echoing in my ears as I contemplated the risks involved. The rumors whispered among the other slaves painted a grim picture—a series of cruel games orchestrated by the palace soldiers for their sadistic amusement. And if luck didn't favor me, I would be subjected to a fate no woman should endure.

I said, hoping to encourage her, to let her know that there might still be a chance for her to find joy. But she shook her head slowly. "A slave will always be a slave," she said, her voice tinged with a quiet sadness. "I can't be in a relationship that gives me the illusion of equality. That illusion of freedom can be dangerous, because when it ends, facing reality is unbearable."

It was a difficult position to be in because she still had to use her mouth to speak. Kyra has elapsed into a state of shock when instead of him telling her to get down on her knees before Roselyn to apologize and beg for mercy, he did the opposite and asked for her to return Roselyn’s slap. Any other person in her position would have also been shocked to their bone marrow. Where in history has it been said that a slave was maid to slap a master because she was slapped? Nowhere in history, so you couldn’t blame her for not doing as he told her.

“Go ahead, this is no meat for babes.” With that, they walked past us. They snarled and strode away. As they left, the slave behind me fainted and fell to the ground. Before I could turn, Shadowvale caught her in his arms.

Even hours after the night was over, Selena didn't do as much as move. Was something wrong with that potion? My heart skipped a beat at this thought, and my face paled. With a clang, the plate hit the ground and shattered. Immediately, the slaves all glared at me. "What are you doing? You haven't joined us for so long, and you're starting to break plates again?" "Pack the pieces right away and go out to report yourself!" The slaves seemed to be eager to ridicule me as they cursed and pointed at me. Watching them this way, my hands clenched into a fist, and my nails dug into the flesh of my palm.

What if my fate was already decided, and I was walking straight into it? Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the fog in my head. “Are you by any chance deaf?” the head slave snapped, her tone cold as ice, her eyes narrowing at me. I blinked fast, heat rushing to my face as I bowed my head low in shame. “I-I’m so sorry for not answering right away,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I was just… scared.” The word came out small. My heart hadn’t stopped racing. She didn’t care about my fear. Her eyes were hard, unbothered, like she’d seen a hundred girls like me break and didn’t lose sleep over it.

“Or should I cut out your tongues?” It was Giorgio who cracked. “Don, we believe the concern sprouts not from the money but from… the spectacle. A hundred million on a slave is unheard of. Men whisper she is more than a toy.” That was when the silence broke, not with words, but with a sound. A low rumbling growing louder as my shoulders shook. The kind of laugh that doesn’t warm the air but chills it, crawling into bones like an infection. Their eyes darted, unsure if they should join but none dared, because they knew.

I whispered, shaky, “Why me? Why are you doing this? You can’t be serious about… marrying me.” For one breath, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes. But then he shoved me back. My shoulder hit the wall. The slap came fast, sharp, ringing through the room. My cheek burned. “You should be grateful,” he said, his voice cold enough to freeze the air. “I’m elevating you from slave to wife.” My heart thrashed in my chest. His mouth curled into a cruel smile. “I’ll have my lawyer draft a contract. You’ll sign it. You’ll be my wife and my property forever.”

Mama gasped with fear but papa only grinned at the brown skinned man. The man shook his head in a similar way to a lion. He bent, his back hunched as he placed his palm on his knee, he bellowed for my papa who jumped to his feet immediately. A roar erupted from his mouth as he came running, clashing into the man whose fist collided with papa's jaw at the same time. It felt as if the ground shook beneath my feet as I heard a bone crack. Women screamed and some others cheered while the two slaves engaged in a battle of claws, bites and fists. Some of the traders began emergency from the rooms, Master Hammond included. The moment he took in the scene, his eyes widened and he bellowed unto Papa.