Shadow Slave Reaction 소설 & 이야기

He had initially been correct, thinking that saving that they were compensated with slaves because the fury that incited in my mate made everything else pale in comparison. Her hands held his head on either side. A projection of his thoughts gave us access to his mind. Ziyah watched scenes unfolding as vans pulling up to their pack with many of those slaves. It was entirely fucking disgusting to see how they paraded them around as if they were nothing but pets to them. It was disgusting and degrading. The image paused on one female in particular. The sound that erupted from my mate’s throat startled everyone. It was the most animalistic sound I had ever heard in my entire fucking life.

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.

Ah says without an ounce of pity. I feel my face fall qs sudden realization dawns on me, I've been captured by slave hunters and I will be sold, With me it just never ends, I feel a pain like no other and my heart shatters into several pieces, no matter how much I think about it I am just destined to be a slave. The pain seeps in too fast and hard but I'm unable to say a thing, tears do not flow like I had expected them to. "No tears? No regret? Nothing?" The woman with a whip in her hand asks me, I guess she's so used to this that she could predict every one of her victims' attitudes.

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?

Agora's pov. I wore my night robe and stared at myself in the mirror. Why did my body react to that slave? I wasn't supposed to be hard, just staring at her confused expression when she saw me naked. When I finally came to my senses, I just shrugged her off and walked out. She was just a lowly slave, and I would have nothing to do with her. Although I would admit that the bond was stronger than I had imagined. Staring at her face daily

“You might be a blood slave, but you have no right to punish any of the other slaves. You were not given permission, Nora.” He stepped closer to her, his aura darkening. “You are not special,” he said, his tone deepening. “You will not lay your hands on her again. You will be punished for what you have done here this evening.” Nora looked as if she had been slapped. Her face drained of all color as murmurs erupted around us. “He’s punishing Nora because of a slave? “Isn’t she his favorite blood slave? I can’t believe he’s speaking to her like this!”

It felt as if I had just stepped into the cage of a pack of wild, feral beasts. “Hey, baby! Another bowl of rice over here!” A loud, playful shout came from one of the beasts at the table. I turned my full attention toward him. “Okay!” a slave girl called out cheerfully as she passed by. But just as she walked past the one who’d called out, he gave her a loud smack on the butt. The other werewolves seated at the same table burst out laughing, clearly amused. Surprisingly, the slave girl showed no negative reaction. She didn’t flinch, scowl, or even pause. In fact, she smiled, like she was used to it... Maybe even liked it.

Her body trembled with a mix of anger and shame as she fought desperately to hold back the torrent of tears that streamed down her face. "That bastard," she choked out between shaky breaths, her voice trembling with pain. "How could he do this to me, especially in front of so many people? How can I ever face them again?" Her mind reeled with despair as she realized that even a slave's reputation now held more value than her own.

He pushed her by the shoulder, causing her to hiss. “So what?" Shadow looked at her condescendingly and pushed her shoulder with each word. “What can you do about it? You're just a slave. I control your fate, and if I wanted to suit my masculine ego, I could whip you again. So you better help yourself keep your mouth shut. Call yourself feisty as long as you want, but God help me, I have no patience for people like you." Rivera's body shook and her teeth bit into her lips. She parted her lips.

The slave leader's chuckle was darker than an eclipse. "Gojibwe is not known for his mercy, little cunt. It will be interesting to see if your mother survives the attentions of Gojibwe and his men. I would not bet on it." Shinatri couldn't believe this was happening. She was in shock, unable to speak, think, or even move. She blinked her way through a fresh cascade of tears. Okotwe snapped his fingers, gesturing at the other three slaves awaiting his orders. "Bring that young bitch over here to the bed. My cock is ready for another round." Okotwe stared at Shinatri with a gleam in his eye. "Let's hope that YOU are more durable than your mother, little cunt."