Shadow Slave Reaction Novels & Stories

Not even a word did he say. Nina heaved a sigh and got down from the bed to go take a bath. Stacey walked back to the door. She wanted to hit Nina so bad. She could hear their moans when she stood at the door. "I really need to teach her a lesson." She thought. Jericho is having another slave. Not even a common slave but sex slave. She didn't want to create any scene now so she walked back into her room. She's the green snake under the green grass. She, stacey knows what to do.

"When next you gasp like that, you'd be the next to have your brains blown out. You don't scream here when someone dies. The dead are to be forgotten and ignored. When a murder happens before your eyes, act like you didn't see anything." "H..o...w? W-why did you s..s-hoot him?" I asked amidst my sobs in a whisper, afraid that he'd hear me but he'd answered me anyway. So this was why the other slaves had acted like nothing had happened. How could they have been such perfect actors? This must have happened numerously before their eyes and many slaves must have been rendered scape goats to the others; dying in vain just like this slave had just died and once any of the other slaves wails or fli

Whatever or wherever they plan on taking us, I'll scale through like a victor. The cart halts in the market. Traders leave their stalls and gather around the cart. A robed man whispers not-so- quietly to the potbellied man beside him. "It's another of those slaves." I know slavery is our fate but hearing him actually say it aloud infuriates me. I glare at him hoping he'll see me but of course, he doesn't. The potbellied man shakes his head sympathetically. "Poor creatures." I sigh in resignation and lean back in my cage. I'm trying as much as possible not to even glance at the body of the rotting boy. But I look at him, the sight I see upsets me and bile rises up from my stomach, up my throa

every time, she felt like she was living in another dimension and separated from the people around her when she became a slave. She waited for James Miller to say something cruel and rude to her, but what happened next was beyond her expectation... *****

I watched her as she walked almost shyly towards the pool like she didn’t know that she was perfect. She dived into the water while I slid into a bench to watch. She transformed immediately she got into the water. It was as if she had just been tossed into her element. Gone was the shy woman I had just washed. In the water she turned into a sexy and confident woman who acted like she knew what she was doing. Now that was a part of her I wanted to see more of. I knew she had in her, but slavery had stripped it all off. I wanted her to return to her old self, the one she was before her life became a mess. I was pretty sure she had not always been so insecure. This was making me starting to ret

"You think you can speak to us, slave? You're nothing but dirt. You deserve to be beaten even more than she does." I refused to let their insults penetrate my resolve. With unwavering determination, I took a step forward, my voice steady as I spoke. "We may be slaves, but we are still human beings. We deserve respect and compassion." Laughter erupted from the men, their mockery cutting through the air like daggers. "Respect? Compassion? You're naive, Bloom. In this world, slaves are nothing but objects to be used and discarded."

Claire stumbled into the slave chamber, her body shaking with sobs. She couldn't believe what had happened. She had always been a strong and independent woman, but now she felt broken and helpless. She stripped off her clothes and turned on the shower, letting the hot water pour over her body as she tried to wash away the shame and disgust she felt.

No other reason would be logical for the treatment. She was clad in thin clothing, it was a night gown that only stopped at her mid thighs, showing off her straight, fair legs. The woman who she met first came in, signalling the other ladies to go out. "What do you want to do with me?" Leah asked with quivering lips. "Haa... What they do with slaves like you!" "I'll rather die than become a sex slave for anyone" "You should be happy... The one who you would be serving is someone girls would kill to have and the only person that can end the suffering of you and your people" She smirked, making Leah want to hit her hard.

Cody ‘s POV I walk out of my mothers room and see Gina standing by a desk. I am about to ask her if she has seen Emelia when Alger, third in command, rushes to me. “ Cody, there is a slave girl being hurt in the warehouse. I what is about to take her to an empty room when a servant told me that She is your humor slave. I do not dare to touch her. Would you like to come with me?” My humans leave? Emelia? When I hear his words, I feel painful inside. I do not know why I feel painful inside, but I saw ignore the feeling and become angry. How dare anyone hurt my slave without my permission?

Chico pushed open the door immediately and pushed Sheila inside the room and shut the door immediately afterwards, before sheila who tried to run away could reach the door. “How dare you try to run away from me?” Hamilton asked in a deep frightful tone, glaring at her, his beastly nature evident, causing Sheila to be more frightened. She had heard some of the other slave girls talk about their experiences with Hamilton and that some of the girls were even killed and their blood drunk by Hamilton. “Please sir, do not kill me,” Sheila said pleadingly in a trembling voice, her palms clapping in front of her and her whole body quivering too.