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said Amar, surprising Axelina who was busy with her own thoughts. “Don't call me your wife with your dirty mouth, Amar. I'm not your wife. I'm just your sex slave. I'm too high with the title of wife. I'm not that different from the bitch you usually buy with your money,” said Axelina smiling sadly. Axelina smiled bitterly lamenting her current situation. Amar felt pinched by the words that came out of Axelina's lips. Even though the reality is really like that. “Eat first! Since morning you haven't eaten anything,” said Amar.

"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

for this would imply that immortals are not human. Perhaps most impolite of all is to refer to your mortal servants as “slaves.” This dehumanizing term insults hard-working servants, and implies that immortals are slave drivers! Slavery remains illegal in England, and you will find that mortal servitude does not resemble it in the least. Indeed, it is positively humane. Before the Nightfall, many impoverished mortals struggled each day to find work, food, and shelter. Now they are guaranteed all three, provided they are sufficiently loyal to Her Majesty and consent to their weekly blood tax.

Ivanna felt nauseous inside her stomach as she listened to what the chief servant referred to as a dish. It was another slave being emancipated to the Youngest Master of the Breguet family as a meal. Slaves were dined as food for the nobles. They were molested and fucked, which often led to death, but the nobles never felt any concern. To them, humans were just food and sex slaves. Ivanna continued to swab the floor as she stared daggers at the young master as he walked down the stairs she just mopped. He didn't even care if it was recently wiped and stepped on with his blood-clothed shoes.

“We survived because Phillippe was smart enough to side with the Slorians. Otherwise, we would have fallen as well.” They are at Guinevere’s personal study in the palace. The princess invited Anna for tea and cake because she still feels guilty for attacking the poor girl. Anna is concocting an elaborate lie to keep her cover. “Tell me, Vanya,” Guinevere says. “How was life in Soloma?” “It was no different,” Anna replies with a sardonic smile. “Whether it is Emperor Theodorus or Prince Lavi, it does not matter. The lives of slaves are the same.”

Every year, a new girl is brought to the mansion as a slave and gradually ranks up to a servant till she becomes a house maiden which is the highest rank ever held by a slave girl. The slave is the lowest rank in the mansion and it’s usually held by a set of girls who were brought from the southern part of their region that is plagued by poverty, diseases and hunger. The servant rank is usually for girls who had served the house for more than four years, they’re believed to have more experience and insight on how to please the master. While the house-maiden rank, also called the House maids is held by girls who have spent more than 7 years in the house.

The many household slaves barely even caught her notice. Kara had been right about that. When one paid attention it was rather interesting to see the differences in how they all moved and carried themselves. You could tell the regular slaves from the...specialty slaves. Or at least that's how she'd been coming to see them. Women like Penelope, who had some particular beauty or skill which made them more useful or entertaining, and therefore more valuable than others. The fact they knew their worth showed. It showed in the way they walked, regally and smoothly, and sometimes lightly, their chins up, their lips curled into a ghost of a smile, their eyes easily meeting those that dared meet the

“We are just acquaintances.” “Oh, you can’t fool me, slut.” Another slap. “Anyone that has eyes can see how you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. Only the goddess knows what he sees in you. You’re just a slave. A hopeless ugly slave whose only hope is opening her holes to be filled. I bet he fucked you in the ass, huh?” Through blurry eyes, Savannah saw Celia raise her hand to slap her again and she closed her eyes to await the pain but it never came instead, she felt a gentle hand rubbing her on the head. What?

For some reason, her heart softened with what Larsen said, and this was the first time that he'd said something that made her heart feel warm. " Isn't she a slave?" " There are other slaves, Alpha Kesler, here are some according to what you've described, blonde hair, slender figure, fair skin, they are exactly that," " But I prefer her, she's just a slave like others so why the hesitation," " She's just a slave like others but why her?" " It's my choice, and she's the one I prefer," " Sorry but you'd have a make another choice, this one is a go area,"

she cut him halfway “You surely wouldn’t mind extending some of my services to her would you?,” She was wary of the two talking about slavery like it were the in thing to have a slave or like it was the latest edition of some luxury brand that launched a new purse or a bag.. Was she even a slave?, she thought as she sighed at the two cold faced people who sat before her relishing the warm meal she prepared. Siddharth looked at her, the implication of her words weren’t lost on him