Slave Novels & Stories

Why is he twisting his words now? I clench my fist. I want to get angry, but I know I do not have the right to do so. After all, that talk about having my freedom was uncertain. I am a slave. No matter what we talked about and agreed on beforehand, he still has the last say. If he changed his mind and wanted to sell me after getting what he wants, I cannot do anything about it. "I'll look forward to it," Mr. Cresento replied. I heard the feet of the chair dragging against the marble floor as they stand. I heard their exchange of 'thank yous and 'goodbyes'.

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

"Whatever I have with him is nobody's business. We're both adults and can do as we please. With all due respect, you and nobody else have the right to judge me since I owe no one, and it's not a sin to be with a man or a woman." "Good point, but the delicate detail is that you've flown too high and may suddenly fall and..." "I'm aware, and I don't care because... How do I explain it? I don't consider myself a whore. I'm a woman who has the right to be free, and I don't see the need for commitment." "I'm speechless," he says after grabbing the bottle and refilling his glass. "Waiter, can you bring us a bottle of vodka, the best you have, regardless of the price?"

Did God hear my prayers? Francisco blinked twice. “B-Boss?” He stuttered. “I’ll pay her debts. Sell her to me.” My eyes widened. “Hey! I’m not for sale!” “S-Sure, Sir. I think s-she doesn’t have a boyfriend and still a virg–” “How perverted! Damn you!” Adam mirked at me. His smirk made my skin shiver from my spine. “What a-about our d-debt to you, b-boss? Was it f-forfeited, too?”

“ I have not forgotten it. I hope you can have sex with me because you like me. I know this is not easy, so I will not insist. After all, I am your slave, do whatever you want to do to me. I will not struggle again.” Cody looks at me with a doubtful smile. “ I hope you are not playing any tricks, you sly human. Otherwise, I will make you pay for that.” I smile flatteringly like a real slave. “ I will never trick you, my dear master.” I do not know if Cody believes what I said, after all, my words even disgusted myself.

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.

“DON’T YOU EVER TALK, BACK AT ME!’’ his eyes are red. his grip on my neck tightens. my eyes widened and I began to wonder whether the Rebellion was worth it right now. he freezes for a few seconds. his fingers remain on my neck and his eyes look at me with so much emotion. wouldn't it be great if things had actually worked out? would it not be great if his life had not taken this term? if I wasn't a servant? ‘’ I have waited for a mate and you, you've been the Direct disappointment of that. you are an insult to my title and I will not have you disrespect my authority. This is my final warning Audrey. don't think of returning back to me. when I give you a command you follow it mindlessly. you

We have nothing to lose, so don't hesitate to do whatever it takes to be free. Annette let go of his grip, letting her friend address that giant with only a few bottle glasses. She knew the guards; they could only pay attention to Jack; to them, Annette was a rag doll, worthless and unimportant. She was so submissive and invisible that they would never think she could do anything against them.

He paced slowly, voice even, almost instructive. "In our ranks, slaves are categorized by function. The highest is the personal servant, then administrative property, and below that—the blood cattle. At the bottom are the field slaves, the old and the broken, serving until their last breath. The longest any of them last is about a year... though that’s mostly because they’re ‘serving’ the overseers in other ways." His gaze flicked toward Caelum, sharp with implication. "In bed, if you’re curious." Caelum pushed himself up on his elbows despite the flare of pain that shot through his ribs. His voice was quiet but steady.

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