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Grayson rebuked her. “No,” I shook my head and held their hands. “I don't want to tell him,” I said weakly. “Then what do you want to do?” Grayson asked. “I want to beg him to let me go,” I said slowly. “Lily! The only way you can be free is if you are in the grave!” Clara cried. “No, there is one other way,” Grayson said, turning to look at Clara. “If the master freely sets the servant or slave free, then that slave is free forever. But if the freed slave is captured again, the slave will either be killed or retained for life.”

I set my eyes on the longs notes and I began to read. _A SIGNED AGREEMENT BETWEEN MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE AND MR NICHOLAS HILLS_ #CONTENT Miss Corvette Vincete hereby submits to Mr Nicholas Hills as his sex slave. SEX SLAVE: A slave kept for the purpose of sexual exploitation. It is a condition in which one human being is owned by another and is forced or otherwise coerced into working in the sex trade. RESPONSIBILITIES OF MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE (sex slave) to MR NICHOLAS HILLS (master)

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.

"That wasn't a nightmare, Gwen. That was reality. You are stuck here forever." "I want to bargain, then," she said and now she saw both men's interest was piqued although she could see how the two of them were looking at her as though waiting for her to try and give her best shot. What she learned from talking to Henrietta earlier is that she has a choice. And if Hades won't give it to her for some fucked up pact he made with her parents many years ago, she would try and negotiate. "I will do the service," she said and she was surprised to hear her own voice not trembling. "I will be your slave and you use me whenever or wherever you want."

I said and forced myself to smile. “Let’s go home quickly, Senorita, so you can take a bath!” she held my hand and continued walking, her every step are fast. _ “Ouch! Yaya Celine, it hurts!” We are here in front of the gate. She stopped and looked at me. I can see the redness in my waist. Maybe it’s because of the tightness of Yaya Celine’s grip, I do have a sensitive skin. She bit her nail and noticed that her hands were shaking. “Senorita Kiara will kill me, I’m so sorry S-Senorita Shaira, I didn’t m-mean to!”

Scott!, That was what I wanted to say with pride. I could see myself doing it and naming all his promises to me. I'm sure even if didn't Scott would find a way of bringing me out of the tight corner. A slap landed on my face, bringing me back to the reality. “She is pregnant and smiling to herself, Is it a thing to be happy about?”. I felt my world crashing as I realized that indeed a slave wasn't permitted to get pregnant just like it was rumored.

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.

The darkness of the night covered her miserable and terrified face. “You bitch! I was being nice to you, and this is how you repay me!” The driver shouted furiously. He pulled her hair backward with all his might, while his other hand slapped her face hard. Dirty and abusive words poured out of his mouth. “How dare you slap my face!”

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."

End of story. I wasn’t sure how I felt reading about this but it was clear that Alessandro was addicted to this woman. And by the way he describes her, she feels like a stunning woman to me. My eyes scoured through the page again and I noticed the word ‘slave house’ a few times. What was that? Firing up my laptop, I typed that on the search bar and added Italy and then pressed enter. A few results came up, not much and I clicked on the first result that came up.