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“You came!” “Yes,” I sat on the bed beside her and gave her the letters. “I found out that Vandal writes in poems. Not everything, but ones that he doesn’t want others to understand or find out about.” I pointed out a few letters to her. “Like this one. It sounds like a love letter with a tragic ending but it’s actually about a vampire guard who’d fallen in love with a slave girl. It’s an execution order. And this here,” I brought up another letter. “That’s about a slave transfer to a facility in Canada where all slaves are drained of blood and killed.”

"Then why do you watch me?" The slave looked quite embarrassed and bashful as he looked at his fingers that were now entwining themselves as he said, "I like how you look when you read." Charilaus, shocked at such a revelation, stared at the now blushing male but then regained himself by clearing his throat and saying, "Can you read?" Cleon shook his head. "No, we slaves do not read." How stupid. "Would you like to learn?" Charilaus asked, surprising himself at those words.

It slopes downward before curving slightly, leading toward the outer edges of the estate. My breathing quickens as I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. Every step forward is another step toward freedom. Finally, I reach the end and am faced with a huge metal door. I open it and take a deep breath, stepping forward, but suddenly my joy is crushed when I hear his voice. “Where do you think you’re going, slave?”

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

Before he could complete , she gets up from the bed and landed a slapped on his face, she holds his collar and shouted on him:" How dare you , how dare you to touch me. Don't forget your position, you are just a worker , my slave. I purchased you , I paid for you . How can you think to sit on the same bed , how can you think I will let you touch me. You are just a slave " The word "slave' increase Viren anger , he jerked her hand away from his collar and shouted on her, matching her tone:" You are right , I am your slave. But if I remembered according to the contract you want baby from me, then what happened now? According to my knowledge , we have to touch each other for having a baby , th

Chapter 4 "The love I have for him is so strange that I think I'm getting obsessed with him. It feels like being out of the darkness and the moon goddess has given me another chance. But I was wrong he treated me as a piece of rag, I was worth nothing to him than just a commodity he brought, and it's true I was just a bargain to him nothing but a worthless slave I shouldn't even be here enjoying the little he gives us but I desire more than just being a slave to him I want him to be my, but my dreams can never come true.

Someone like her? She's never called anyone that; never! People had been the ones to always adore her. Too bad she's not the multi-billionaire Nina again. She's now a sex slave to a devil. "You know what to call me. Don't call me by my name again." He warned. "Ma.....master, I'm...too weak to do anything. My body aches." She finally concluded and waited for an answer. An answer that determines whether she's going to be set free from him this moment or the one that determines she's going to pass soon.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

I whispered, shaky, “Why me? Why are you doing this? You can’t be serious about… marrying me.” For one breath, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes. But then he shoved me back. My shoulder hit the wall. The slap came fast, sharp, ringing through the room. My cheek burned. “You should be grateful,” he said, his voice cold enough to freeze the air. “I’m elevating you from slave to wife.” My heart thrashed in my chest. His mouth curled into a cruel smile. “I’ll have my lawyer draft a contract. You’ll sign it. You’ll be my wife and my property forever.”

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.