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They served as therapy after I witnessed the murder of my family since I couldn't afford one. I should have read the cautions written in red on the walls of the bookstore, I shouldn't have permitted myself to be seduced by each page. And I indisputably shouldn't have neglected the warnings boldly composed in that particular book… …'The Moonlight Slave'. Now I've become a slave to the moonlight. _________

He pushed her by the shoulder, causing her to hiss. “So what?" Shadow looked at her condescendingly and pushed her shoulder with each word. “What can you do about it? You're just a slave. I control your fate, and if I wanted to suit my masculine ego, I could whip you again. So you better help yourself keep your mouth shut. Call yourself feisty as long as you want, but God help me, I have no patience for people like you." Rivera's body shook and her teeth bit into her lips. She parted her lips.

"You look lovely. I'm sure every one of your holes will sell high tonight, slave." "Thank you." "Next up for bid is the lovely Evelyn who will see all three of her slave holes sold tonight to the highest bidders. Evelyn might have come to slavery reluctantly to start, but she is a full slave now with all of a slaves needs and desires. My Master just spent the last five days with this slave and found her to be a fascinating and obedient slave. First up for bid is this slaves exquisite cunt. As you can readily see," I slipped a finger into her cunt, making her gasp, "this slave is wet and ready for the right person to plug her prime pussy, with more than enough liquid to get someone ready for

Chapter 1: The Auction Block The air in the grand hall of the Obsidian Citadel was thick with incense and the low murmur of powerful men. Torchlight flickered, casting long shadows over the raised platform where slaves were paraded like living treasures. I stood among them, wrists bound loosely in front of me with silk cords, wearing nothing but a sheer white shift that barely reached mid-thigh. My heart hammered against my ribs as the auctioneer’s voice boomed through the chamber.

said the Torah. "All right Master!" Haya said with a smile and ate. While eating, they noticed that the undergraduates were looking at them and talking. Then Asher went to their table and asked Haya. "Hello, where are my shades?" asked Haya. Haya looked out at Tora. "Cheng, where are the shades?" Haya asked. "Uh. Here" Tora replied and took the shades from her bag and handed them to Haya. Haya went after Asher.

Not today though. She bared her teeth, chest rumbling, and knowing what was coming, I braced myself as she slammed me into the wall behind me, the back of my head hitting it so hard I thought my cranium would crack. Lycans healed fast, but that by no means meant we are immune to the feeling of pain. We felt pain as keenly as any human. If not more. “You are worthless, slave.” she spat. “Weak, being bait fits you so well. I can think of nothing better to show you just how insignificant and expendable you are.”

I took one last look – Maximus was already being drowned away by the crowd. “Finally…” My hand was already on my chest, panting as I was finally away from him. I looked to my right as the darkness hovered over me – the familiar feeling of malicious intent was too strong to ignore. There stood several men, all donning a familiar smirk on their faces. The loan sharks that sold me off… they’re here. Hiding under the darkness of the slums, they were still doing the same old work – forcing unfortunate slaves to borrow a mere speck of gold. And in return, knowing slaves wouldn’t stand the chance to pay it back, they sell the people off.

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

"Orrin nearly tore me in half getting to her. I'm sure." "Goddess." He sat down, hard. A grin was starting to spread across his face, the helpless kind. "Who is it? Which House? Does Petra know yet, she's going to be insufferable…" "She's a participant. In the Slave Games" The grin fell from his face.

I said, shaking my head negatively. The man's eyebrows widened, and he smiled mockingly. “Interesting. The slave is already starting to rebel.” As soon as he had said his words, he released the chains at his feet. The latter fell to the ground with a dull thud. I saw him remove his belt in a sudden and rapid movement. It took my brain a long time to understand what he was about to do, and when I finally understood, he had already raised his belt. “No…no, I’m sorry.” I said, lowering my head, then I let out a cry of despair, holding out my wrists.