Sold As A Slave, Now They Regret Novels & Stories

“I…I didn’t mean it like that…” “Bought her? At an auction?” He turned fully toward me now, confusion in his gaze. “Zoe… what the hell is she talking about?” My heart thundered, but I leaned forward, voice steady. “She told the truth, Brayden. You bought me at a charity auction as a….Slave.” my gaze cut to Alessia, “But you married me in court. We even signed a Contract.” Alessia hissed. “Lies. All of it. She’s spinning her little sob story..,”

All I get in return is bad luck which is why I have decided to protect myself at all costs. I do not care if I am categorized as selfish or self-centred. As long as I am protecting myself then I will accept those words. After all the people judging me are the real ones who do not understand what I have been through. They have zero idea of what it feels like to be a slave, to be sold off by your parents like you have never meant anything to them in the first place. It is so sad and hard to face.

Lisa smiled and dipped her hand into the water to hold her hand. "Scarlett, you are a good Luna, a good person and friend, never doubt that" Lisa smiled and pecked her forehead. "Awwn, I love you" Scarlett smiled at her friend. She really wanted Lisa to be with her as a friend but she insisted on retaining her position as a servant and she had talked to Xavier about it and he was quite non challant. "Thanks Lisa, are there any problems in the pack?" Scarlett questioned. Lisa nodded"Yes, there are issues in the market of people selling at exorbitant prices to those who hardly hunt, its getting more infuriating everyday and we slaves are suffering it "

His eyes began to gradually turn a shade of gold the transition almost startling but I kept my facade of calm. "Can you hear yourself?" I couldn't hide the cold bitterness in my voice, It just came leaking through just like the blood that had spilled from my people. "... Even with our freedom there is nothing left for us in this world, Very few Southern packs still stand today. Many of them have been turned to rubble, the ones that remain are mere shells that are barely holding on. I don't have enough fingers to count how many time a slave was able to buy or snatch their freedom before they came back here telling us horror stories about how many of them just get captured and sold again...the

I knew he was the heartless one among them all. "Sell me off, I'm not a product" I retorted, "You're our product now because we're the ones that found you and we're going to take you home and make you befitting before the king of slaves comes for the sales" he divulged, "You sell people to your fellow men?" I was shocked, "We sell slaves to our fellow warlords that need women for their satisfaction" He explained the main aim of selling those ladies. "I'm not someone up for sale" I stood my ground, knowing that I was bound to escape if they tried to trap me.

"Since it represents the final semblance of freedom you will ever experience." I felt fear twisting in my stomach, yet I compelled myself to lock eyes with him. What is the reason for your actions? I inquired. "What have we done to deserve this from you?" He chuckled, the noise lacking any hint of warmth. Are you the one? You did nothing. You're simply at the incorrect location at an unfortunate moment. Or it could be the correct location, depending on your perspective. He moved closer, his warm breath close to my face. "There is a significant amount of profit to be gained from engaging in the business of buying and selling slaves. And you two, who are young and attractive? "You will receive

“It’s always easy to pick apart a decision after the fact, hindsight and all that shit. But, if you recall correctly, we all voted on whether or not to accept this mission, and none of you said no.” “Chill out brother,” Janet said, raising her hands in surrender. “No one is blaming you, we’re just complaining is all. And now that everything went to hell, we won’t even get the second half of our payment. And with how bad the slave trade is here in this country, we can’t even sell that bitch for much.”

“ It was the way they talked about me as if I was nothing more than an item. I was an Alpha blood, and now I had to endured this again...being a slave, u rather be chopped into pieces instead of me to have to endure *living* like that. ”Youn won't really be able to sell me for a good price at all, trust me ..“I said in a croaked voice which had been damaged by more than half an hour of crying and screaming about my predicament. ”i can't even walk,I won't fetch you a good price at all ..trust me.“I said to them and then the one that had suggested they sell me as a slave smiled. ”And you think we don't know about that?" My heart began to race as he said that to me and I shifted.

I understood what happened to Dahlia; I heard the men here liked to rape their slaves. “It’s alright!” I hugged her as she trembled. “We shall exact revenge together and show them humiliation as they did to us.” “You are right!” she sniffed. “He raped me… The man I told you about… I was sold again to him… My mind is in a state of war… I regret everything and I miss them. I miss all of them, even the grumpy Charles… I wish I could go back but time only moves forward,” she bit her lower lip as I caressed her back then laughed. “Did you expect me to be this dramatic? I can’t be like this.”

she said. "I didn't expect they'd be sold to men. I only wanted them to think they could be sold. I won't be that reckless again." "It was arousing to watch them be sold." "I could tell. The sounds of women gasping in pleasure was all around me that night. Of course, their gasps of pleasure made me think of my own slaves being fucked as well. I didn't sleep well." "I'm sorry. I thought it was somewhat mean. I've seen how much you love them."