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There was something he was battling with. "I do not know how you will take this," he said, but I urged him to speak. He looked at me with heartbreak and concern. "Apparently, slaves are allowed to gamble their way out. It is a way of tricking them into more debts. The games are rigged. Once they put a mark on someone and he or she does not know how to walk away from a losing game, they get the person," He said, and I frowned, not understanding what he was trying to say.

Even my master has been a perpetrator of cruelty towards my kind, recounting tales of the worst experiences endured. In the past, he would subject the blood slaves to a cruel fate, depriving them of sustenance, draining their life force, and ultimately ending their existence. I couldn't help but ponder what caused him to transform upon my arrival. His insatiable thirst for blood had garnered infamy in the streets, and tales of his monstrous nature circulated widely. They deemed it a disease, an affliction that corrupted his very essence.

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

I said waving the book at his face. "Can I see? he inquired smiling. I nodded and stretched the book to him. "Slave to the Ruthless Master" he read aloud raising his brows. "This is an 18+ rated story" he said and eyed me. "What? I'm almost 18. It's just two months remaining" I defended. And it's not as if I haven't seen worse. What could be worse than what I caught Jayden doing today in the washroom? It's a human story that talked about a girl whom was sold by her father to a ruthless master who killed people without a second thought.

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

I only realized that I was when I saw big drops of tears drizzling down my legs. “Hush now,” a warm voice called me, and then I felt a hand touching my cheek. Slowly, I looked up and met his brown eyes. “Don’t cry. As long as you obey me, I won’t kill you,” he said. Is he… comforting me? The man who bought me for $5 million was giving me comfort? ‘What a load of b*llshit!’ “From today onwards,” He continued, “I am your master, and you are my slave. If you play nice, I'll treat you well."

"You're a damn equalizer," she tries to slap me again, and I stop her, but I don't stop there. Just as she disrespected me, I feel entitled to do the same and without thinking, I slap her, leaving her paralyzed. "Don't try to touch me for the rest of your fucking life, I warned you, I won't let myself be humiliated, and I won't let a wretch like you lay a hand on me. I don't owe you anything! I don't owe you shit and let me tell you something, your son enjoys having sex with me, he follows me, he wants to be with me and neither you nor anyone else will take that away from him."

My once-felt pain deepens instantly as I realize there's no escape this time around. I've been branded as a slave forever, there's no going back, there's no escaping, I just have to live the rest of my life as a slave. "You have tears in your eyes now? Wanna cry? Well There's no time for that bitch let's move you've been sold already I do not want I keep your owner waiting" The more she speaks the more reality dawns on me, there's no going back from this and I can't believe I had risked it all.

"The little slave who thinks she is special now because she is mated to the executioner." "Please just leave me alone." I managed to whisper, but my voice came out so weak it was pathetic. Hunter laughed and it was an ugly sound that made my skin crawl. "You really think you matter now, don't you? You are still just a worthless slave who got lucky, but that luck is about to run out because you will be dead soon anyway." He moved closer and I backed up, my entire body trembling until I hit the stone railing of the balcony and had nowhere else to go.

Ragnar still hadn't retreated. “But of course,” Melany said. “You do not really worry about your slaves, do you?” My eyes lifted to meet hers. “I heard what happens to them,” she continued, slower this time. “You fuck them. Then they die.” I did not flinch. I’d grown used to the blood on my hands. But hearing it from her, said aloud... Still, I kept my voice calm. “Who told you that?” She just shrugged, sinking deeper into the water.