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I agreed. True to his words, the dungeon was empty as I had seen the other slaves working out on the fields tediously, their cleanly shaved heads glistened under the sun, as beads of swear bad turned their light brown colored uniforms into a darker shade. Oh I forgot to mention. The loan shark made every slave shave the hair off their head. Since today was my first working day as a slave, the loan shark made that strange woman shave all of the hair off my head; my precious, lengthy, healthy hair.

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)

"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!”

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.

The crowd murmured in approval as she rotated between them, pleasuring each one with desperate skill until one finally bid high enough to claim her. I felt my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin. These women had been stripped of everything—identity, will, dignity. Reduced to numbered flesh trained to crave the cruel hands of powerful men. Slave 52. Slave 23. Slave 7. Slave 41. Each one was displayed fully naked, their chokers the only mark of ownership. When bidding lagged, they offered themselves without shame—mouths working cocks, bodies grinding, hands stroking, voices pleading. All of them conditioned to find purpose only in submission.

In the corner was even a tall shelf full of all different kinds of books. I got the most excited when I saw a bath readied for me. The steaming liquid calling for me.. the tub big enough to submerge myself up to my neck. I nodded my head at the men and the guards stepped shut the door, leaving me in my room all to myself. Maybe.. being a slave won’t be so horrible.. if I could just follow the rules. ••••••••••••••••••••••

The Prince said with a pause “I want the girl and I will have the girl, or is the request too much for you.” “N-n-no your highness it just wasn’t expected that’s all.” The request surprised him too, he never came here with the intention of going back with a slave, it was a mere chore visiting the blood bank system but after seeing the strange violet eyed girl and tasting her blood, he knew he had to have her for himself.