Shadow Slave Reaction Novels & Stories

The three girls exclaimed in horror with Lydia clamping her mouth shut and Mariam rushing out to check if any guard was listening to them. "I see you do not like your life and perhaps you enjoyed being punished, just pray no one heard you because it this got to the master, you would be as good as dead" Luciana said glaring at her. Galene scoffed not bothered about what would happen to her if someone heard and report to the master. What more could he do other than kill her. Oh, how she hates him that she felt like appearing at that war and slashing his throat. She hated the master for involving in slave trade and taking away her innocent as though she worth nothing.

I responded, and he finally put a stop to my punishment. Blood is everywhere, every where is bloody. It's going to take a very long period to recover from this, and it will surely cause scars on my body! Mr. Drake p.o.v. I honestly do not know if rebelliousness is part of that damn girl's life, is it difficult to accept or adapt to her new life as my slave, am I that bad, I am not a bad master. I like her so much and plan to take good care of her, but she is deliberately making things hard for me, she is making my life a living hell, she is trying to kill me. It won't hurt or kill if she is devoted to her master, I despise when a slave proves smart or play on my intelligence:

he flinched when the mafia roared. "SHUT UP. Did I give you the permission to talk? Huh?" The other lowered his eyes and gulped with fear and murmured in barely audible voice. "Sorry” but Jonathan heard it clearly. "You are exact slave material. This the exact respect you are supposed to give your master" For Jonathan those were just words but for Aiden that was like dagger steeping inside his chest for like 100 times. Slave Am I a slave now? Slave No, I'm not.

he stared at me passionately, his eyes craving for my reaction but I was just numb trying to process where all this was leading to. "I can still achieve my revenge through you. Rather than killing you, I've got other plans. I'm gonna make you pay for the atrocities of your father and you are gonna take all the afflictions for your pack, from now on, you are my slave." Venom dripped in every syllables of his words but I could care less for now. Only four words reverberated in my head and settled rent free in it; ~you are my slave~

I replied and took the towel bent over and massaged his foot while he played around with his nipples making sounds that got me so uncomfortable. Your father was a close friend to my father, should he have resisted the urge to be a traitor, you would have been treated as a princess and not a slave but with those good hands of yours, being a slave might have been your original fate. “I am not a slave,” I responded with a whisper... “Speak out slave!!!” he shouted “I am not a slave ,”I repeated but this time I made sure he heard me clearly. Stormie laughed so hard that his legs almost threw away the bucket close to him..

She was pointing again, but not at me—instead, to the window behind me. I looked outside at the clouds, where shadows had spilled over the sky. Something caught my eye, and I noticed two particularly dark shadows above the boughs. They were bleary at first as they were hidden behind plumes of smoke—then they emerged, dipping into the clear open sky above. A chorus of screams filled the room, and slaves pulled relentlessly on their chains and collars. “What is that?” they screamed. “Oh my god, we’re going to die!” One particular slave was jerking violently at the leather of her collar. “Get this thing off of me!”

He then asks again, "Are you a precious slave or a thief?" I still don't answer him. I feel the wave of anger before I feel the sting of another slap, tears then sting my eyes. I don't see any of the guilt he had in his eyes like after he first slapped me. It is then that I realised that the slave mark changed how he saw me; I was no longer an elegant female worth his respect. I was a lowly servant; I don't even know if he saw a female being held in front of him anymore.

I close my eyes as the water cascades down my body, thinking of her in pain makes my chest squeeze painfully. A low growl rips from my throat, I don't need a psychic to tell me that I messed up big time, and the worst part is that I don't even know why I'm reacting like this. I turn off the shower angrily, throw on my clothes in a haste and leave the room when I look presentable. I walk in a casual stride, yet my heart is racing, my face not betraying the whirlpool of thoughts in my head. I walk into slave quarters and the place immediately falls silent, the slaves start glancing at each other and murmuring, I step past the doorway and all of them bow in greeting, but I'm looking at only one

His smile grew a little, almost like he was happy with my response, which was odd because I was waiting for him to appear angry at my defiance. “You know new slaves like you are my absolute favorite. I cannot begin to describe how thrilling it is to break your kind and get your genuine submission. To hear you beg me for mercy in the end. To see you crawl down on all fours and worship at my feet out of your own free will. And the more you resist me, the more I enjoy the hell out of breaking you, 300. So by all means, keep up the brave act and defy me. It’s been a while since I was met with an exciting challenge as yourself. Most slaves are too scared to fight back, and it gets kind of boring

How dare a slave speak to me like that? “You are still useless and no matter how hard you try, you are still going to be after all, you were a slave, that's why you keep on doing shameful and disgraceful things,” I reply angrily, what she said and how she said it agitated me so much that I could not help but get furious. “Oh really? What disgraceful things did I do?” she asks coldly. “You keep staying where you are unwanted and don't want to leave,” I reply. Anyone seeing us from afar would think we were having an important conversation, not knowing we are arguing brutally with words.