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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.

I steal a glance around me and notice that no one fives a f*ck about what Shiro is doing. “Just playing with my toy. She is getting boring these days and I need a new one.” My jaw dropped. I can’t believe those words come from a living being. “So, you're here to buy a slave? I doubt you can. This is a charity event for kids. Even if there is a high demand is slavery, I doubt they will use slaves as items for this kind of event. Shiro smirked. “I thought you already know how my sister acts. Do you think that brat cares about the rules?”

“You promise me a home after you have your heir, and that you’ll never hurt me, or use that… that power on me. And I will give you everything you’ve asked. If I don’t, well… it sounds like I’d be dead anyway.” He was still gaping, but as if he’d caught himself doing it, his eyes suddenly hooded and his mouth snapped shut. “That you would,” he muttered. I nodded. “So… what do you have to lose?” ***** ~ CASIMIR ~ It was a fascinating proposal. The moment she’d said she’d give herself to me willingly, my cock had twitched. Then, when she named herself a slave… my power surged. Even now, it raged in my veins as if it could reach through my skin to take her.

I couldn't shake the growing panic that consumed me, a fear fueled by the uncertainty of what awaited me and the potential consequences of failure. My heart raced, echoing in my ears as I contemplated the risks involved. The rumors whispered among the other slaves painted a grim picture—a series of cruel games orchestrated by the palace soldiers for their sadistic amusement. And if luck didn't favor me, I would be subjected to a fate no woman should endure.

Actually, the business has been slow lately, the most customer only searching for male slaves, as there's a rumor of wars looming on the west side of Hallerus, everyone was searching for a fighting force to protect themselves, leaving her with an abundance of female slaves In her stocks, seeing someone willing to buy some of her stocks, although the price was a bit low, she actually managed to profit at least 1 gold coins per slave. Finally, Candice comes in with the contract, Madam Hive immediately writes the contract herself. After a few minutes, she finishes the contract and asks Elijah to Sign the contract, instead of Elijah handover the contract to me, I signed the contract and place 90

Turned out I was wrong. Because already had something up his sleeve. I didn’t know it yet, but another Slave Games was coming. And it was coming a lot sooner than I expected.

CHAPTER 72 VALERIE'S POV TRIGGER WARNING : SUICIDE* "Exactly, this is going to be the start of your new life… As a slave!" My blood runs cold as I try to imagine what is going to happen if I eventually become a slave. That would mean being sold to a random dude who would most likely be in his sixties with the iconic pot-like belly. I shiver in fear at the thought of being a slave to someone. "Noo! Please, take me back home. Don't do this" I begged helplessly.

I gave her the file in my hand, “look at this and sign it.” She took her time reading it, scanning through the pages as if the words written there were foreign. “What does this mean?” She asked me. “It's a contract, it contains rules we will both abide by and what you'll do as my slave.” “I mean this part.” She pointed at a page. “Is this real?” “Yes. It states that I will give you the money to clear your debts and even more, I will also make you the CEO of one of my companies if you agree to be my slave.”

"Your pussy CRAVES what I have to give it. You know this, though your prissy Imperium pride will never admit it. You are like the Imperium men we slew along the city walls. They thought themselves great warriors, but they were nothing more than decadent prigs filled with a sense of self-importance built upon oppression and lies. You are the same, 'noble' bitch; you are just a cunt, tits, and ass, but you think yourself a goddess with a right to rule over us. We will now show you EXACTLY what you are, bitch, and soon your daughter will join in your ordeal." As he growled that last remark, Okotwe seized up and groaned. His thick jism surged through the tip of his cock, bathing Abanri's cunt an