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The slaves are so shocked by what they see and they all move away from the door as he approaches them. “Well that was quite a challenge, who shot that arrow Cadis” Valentine says as he fully takes his human form. “That idiot over there” he says and Valentine turns to look. “You ripped off his neck!” Valentine asks in shock. “Youre so welcomed” cadis says and Valentine assumes him and turns back to the slaves. “Whats your name?” he asks as he picks his hat from the ground. “My name is Milly, I saw her escape to the woods over there” she says and points.

That he can make it right, that he truly wants her and no one else. "Probably, that mostly happened to slaves who give birth to their master's children. Their child will be given to the wife, and the mother will be a whore, a wicked whore that seduced another woman's husband. But that won't happen to you, because you aren't planning on staying. You are going to go with him, aren't you?"

The entire room turned to me. I looked at Brother Joe. The man who had humiliated me and taken me against my will when I was just a frightened girl. The man who now thought he could own me again. I smiled. “Go fuck yourself, you fucking piece of shit!” I said firmly and spat on his face. Gasps rippled through the crowd like a shockwave. Master John’s face twisted in rage. “Watch your tongue, girl—” “I will not marry this man,” I said, louder now. “I will not be part of this disgusting farce. He ra.ped me when I was sixteen. He humiliated me. And you all watched and cheered. You are not holy. You are monsters wearing robes.”

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck

“I don’t want to go back there. Please, I'll do anything for you. I’ll be your slave, your toy, your property…anything! Just tell me!” “You can own me, use me, keep me locked in a fucking cage if that’s what you want. Just please don't send me back.” For a moment he didn’t blink,.didn’t move. His fury radiated from him like heat off a burning building. "You think spreading your legs will make things right? You think offering yourself is enough to fix this war you have started?” “But you're powerful and influential, Aziel King. You can protect me. You can end this. And I'll do anything for it. I'll be your...your slave, your sex partner, whatever you want, whenever you want. Just...please.”

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

He just had that fantasy of breaking me into pieces because he believed that he owned me one way or the other. Now I made a mistake of allowing him to have access to my body and I was sure that he would not stop there. He was going to make it a routine and I didn't think I could keep up with any of that because then it would mean that I was also agreeing to become his sex slave.

My heart abruptly felt like it just shattered into a thousand pieces, each fragment cutting deeper than within me, wounding me severly. What my husband just said made me reflect that this was my role to his life all along. A pawn in his twisted game of proving himself suited to be an Alpha of the Clawstone pack. Harold had just used me. I was mated to him as a form of challenge. And it made me feel sick, my stomach twisting as their words continued to rip through within me. “Your wife is actually so naive,” Leonor laughed again, her voice dripping with condescension. “Actually, earlier today, She was asking if I’d be home for dinner? Like some kind of devoted little housewife. She’s totally

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

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