Novel & Cerita Slave Owner Costume

"If she sticks around, she'll be exposed to a lot more. All three of you have way too many clothes on for slaves." "Yes, Master." Clothes flew everywhere.

Relieved to be alone, I plop down on the stool and breathe. I can still hear the screaming. I think I’ll hear it even after it stops – definitely it will haunt my nightmares tonight. A moment later, another slave enters the chamber. Her garb is similar to mine, but with an additional halter top under her silken tank top. Perhaps she is favored to earn more clothing. Or maybe… it’s the opposite. The King might prefer not to see her flesh.

The fabric was so thin it might as well have been air and it barely covered anything important. The dress they forced on me was cut low in front and high on the sides and every movement threatened to expose more skin than I could bear to show. The other slaves looked just as miserable in their matching outfits and we all understood the message these clothes sent. We were not people but decorations meant to make the wolves feel superior. "Remember the rules." The head guard said as servants painted our faces and fixed our hair which in my case meant rubbing more ash into the white strands that kept trying to show through the black dye.

He seemed regret to inform me this. “Thanks Ben.” I inhaled deeply before forcing a smile to him and getting up. My face twitched as I felt a great muscle soreness spreading over my body. Benjamin told me that Mrs. Manson had prepared two suits of new uniforms for each selected slave to serve through the celebration. Just like what Samantha had anticipated, the new uniforms were made of cloths in high qualities and the size fitted us better. “You look nice!” Benjamin exclaimed when I got dressed up and stepped out of the pantry.

I grabbed the clothes she had knowingly tossed onto the floor and dusted them off. Raising them up, I couldn't help but grimace. It was a khaki shirt paired with a knee-length skirt in the same material. It looked dreadful, and I couldn't imagine myself wearing it. "This is what the maids wear. You're only wearing it because we don't have official outfits for slaves yet," she explained. "You'll wear this all the time, or you'll face severe punishment."

The king and his family, for example wore midnight blue. She was naked under the robe, as befitting her new status as a love slave, and it was a plain white color, so as not to imply previous ownership, although Keanna was one of the only slaves who was new to this process. The Sechuan traders had warned them that potential buyers would be asking them to open their robes so they could inspect the merchandise before they bid on it. Just one more humiliation she was prepared to accept. She’d come this far—she was committed now to going through with this.

I shot him a glare over my shoulder before saying, "We don't have to get ahead of ourselves. Please, all we want to do is get to safety. I'm sure you aren't here to kill us slaves. There's no reason why you should want us dead. We're not your enemies." Just then, his eyes trailed down my body and he took in my appearance. I wasn't dressed as a slave. I wore a black pencil skirt and matching blazer, and the white top beneath my blazer was ruffled and clean except for a few stains of dirt. This was my standard uniform as a supervisor. They couldn't have guessed that I truly had been bought because to my knowledge, no slave ever became a supervisor. The slave supervisors were always cruel with

Although I did get in a lot of trouble before since it wasn’t easy for me to wake up to the alarm set for me in the beginning, but besides that, I think I’m doing great so far. I took a quick shower and wore my usual attire—just a plain white oversized shirt that fell until my mid-thighs. As if the collar wasn’t enough, human slaves are also usually dressed as basic as possible, the bare minimum being a shirt and underwear. Luckily for me, even for a human, I was pretty petite, so the shirt given to me covered me up nicely.

I stand still, wondering what I am to do With myself. "You come over here at once!" They say to me in a thick Baritone voice that sends shivers down my spine at once. I am terrified as I walk to where they sit. "Good day ma!" I greet at once with my gaze right at the floor. "Sit down!" They say to me and I heed at once. They begin to rub their hands on my face with all of their beautification objects, making me so uncomfortable. I manage to sit through until they were done. One of them rise to her feet and takes out a blue sleek gown that sets me on fire. I fall in love With it the moment I lay my eyes on it and temporarily, I forget that I am a slave and I have no rights of my own.

But to be honest, my dressing is nothing like that of a slave because like I said, I am Master Stone's favorite toy. The other slaves dare not speak to me in the face because I can ruin in their lives with just a snap of my finger. Slaves are being dressed in sack clothes, but as the master's favorite, I'm an exception. I'm allowed to wear expensive dresses, and to walk around freely without being forced by the guards to work in the field. I got straight to the master's door, and knocked two consecutive times. The Master's guards walked straight to me and grabbed my hand.