Slave Mind Bg3 Novels & Stories

Do people still smell good after falling into a canal? “You know what, your Mom, will get mad at me when we go home right now. God, what if she’ll fire me because of this?” she seemed sad right now and I see tears dropping in her eyes, her hands are shaking. Why are our maids afraid of my Mom? She’s nice... for me I guess. “Don’t worry Yaya Celine, I won’t blame you. Indeed, it’s not your fault, it is my fault, not you. So, you don’t need to be worried.” I said and forced myself to smile.

** Aleksander POV ** I had just gotten back from the raid, and it was just as easy as the rest of them, when there is a bad leader, it does not take too long to consume them, and no unwanted disturbances or ethics gs we didn't plan for. I wanted more than anything to wash the sweat off my body and go find the slave, My mate. I didn't tell her I was going somewhere or when I would be coming back. Even though it didn't matter if I told her or not, I felt I owed her that. And she must have felt the connection between us like I have been feeling away from her, I will only need to find out if she also felt that I got laid with a whore while trying to get her out of my head, none of it worked. Her

She repeated weakly, her lips trembling. “Three lines! Form three lines, fools,” Thorn growled, his long whip shining brightly in his hand. He quickly turned, his eyes fixed on me. “Get in line bitch,” he spat, his face twisted in a frown. “I'm try-ying,” I stuttered, pulling Steph. She could barely stand, her legs were bent making it impossible to lift her up. “Fuck!” I groaned, filled with frustration. The other slaves were already in line, murmuring within themselves.

Behind Robert the circle grew smaller and some drew weapons, which flashed electricity at the tip. Alisha recoiled when her paw touched the edge and some stones fell into the void. -Blaren what do we do? - He said through his mind touching his neck with his nose to get his attention. -Do you believe in something? - She mentally denied and didn't think it was the first time she did. "You know we have no other alternative," he said, stepping back until he was at the top as well.

Even so, I command that they turn off the lights and request that they light old-fashioned lanterns to "ease the pain of my mate, whose eyes are sensitive due to her illness." The humans did as commanded without question, as they have been trained to do since birth. Many such slaves were trained to never question a dragon, ever, regardless of what was requested, even if that request could lead to harm. Such is the life of those living in the bottom castes within the Imperium. Everyone has a place, and everyone knows it. Very few try to move beyond what they were born to be, and those who try are often crushed before their dreams can help them rise.

> Allow them to return to where they come from often to revive their magic - as once their magic has dissipated, they will not survive. I tried it a few times as I was slowly translating the page, but it wasn't until I got to the end of the page that I found out what I was doing wrong. The first one I caught fought me every step of the way and didn't make it through the final claiming. The second one was better. I caught her in the silver and iron cage and placed one of the iron bracelets I had made on her wrist. Then, as I opened the cage, I wrapped my hand into her hair and grabbed her by the back of the neck; I pulled her to me as I tore her shirt open, exposing her chest, knowing it woul

“With just one of these, you can turn three of your companions into your love slaves." Love slaves, I don't quite row like that but given that this is a survival game; it might not be entirely be a bad idea. I mean a mini army of my own might come in handy, maybe I could finally get back at Gavin. I hadn't finished concluding when the system's voice came through. “Player what is it going to be? A deal, or no deal?" My heart raced with excitement. I gave it a menacing smile. “Deal."

A little incentive might help though. I reached out, and a black mist gradually gathered in my hand. The mist was actually a bunch of small bugs that lived in the dark side of this world, specializing in sucking the brainpower of other creatures. One could control the minds of others if they utilized them properly. Jaydan was terrified to see these little bugs. His whole body was pressed up against the door, and his key had fallen to the ground. "No! Don't come near me. Get them away from me, please."

“You interrupt the devil’s work as you need to reap what you sow. The souls that I will be working for a year now will bind you to me. You will be my eyes, my ears, and my weapon of the future as a rare find of a seer. From now on, I am your master as you are my familiar, your destiny lies unto my hand, Misha.” With her vision that slowly blurs and finally turns blank, she only manages to whisper the name. “Arius.”

I felt a pang of discomfort under her scrutiny while partly keeping my eyes on my phone. "A slave," Millie repeated, her voice dripping with curiosity. "Oh, I see. I would love to have her as my servant when we become officially mated." Her words cut deep, and I felt a sting of humiliation. "Daisy." Drake called out. I stood up, my heart heavy with emotion. "Yes, sir," I replied, using respect. Drake's next words surprised me. "Take your leave." I nodded, feeling a mix of pain and sadness. I left the penthouse without objecting, reminding myself that I was, after all, a slave. The thought echoed in my mind like a cruel mantra.