Sold As A Slave, Now They Regret Novels & Stories

I asked amidst tears, my mind racing uncontrollably, I'll never see Kate again, I'll never see Dad again. This was not how I'd imagined my wedding night with Alek, anything but this. “To do whatever they want with us, they become our owners, this is an auction, newbie. We are getting sold off” I couldn't wrap my mind around the idea that human slavery still existed but I knew I had to find my way out. We heard footsteps, then banging on the wall, “they are here” Tanya’s husky voice had weakened and I could feel this was the end for me.

I did not know the reason for my tears as well and telling her that would only make me appear insane. “My husband sold me into slavery; I'm certain your parents told you it was the best decision they could make for the rest of the family. It was what my husband told me, he said he was doing it to give our children a better life but you know what? He married a much younger woman afterward and sent my children back to my parents. He was meant to love me and protect my dignity and honor but he sold me and betrayed our love. Do you know Laura? No, you don't. Her twin sold her and Caprice? She was sold by her older brothers.” We fell quiet after this. I needed a moment to process what she had jus

The bait works, so the people remain slave's forever till they are bailed out by their members who can pay the loan shark in return which never happens so the slaves die. My chest stared to hurt again as my mind speedily flashed back to the day the loan shark spoke about my mother to me and how it was her fault that I was being enslaved. My heart dropped. I already lost count of the number of times I had cried today but these set of tears that flowed through my cheeks were undeniably the most painful in my entire life. Dan gave me a pat on the back and a sympathetic look that I loathed so much. I sniffed hard. "I know it hurts you very much but yes, your mum sold you into slavery."

“I’m going to sell you to the highest bidder. Papa is going to be so happy when I bring him a shit ton of money. You’ve always been very attractive. Almost all my friends wanted you in high school. I know some rich fool will pay a lot for you.” My heart dropped in my stomach. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what happened to girls who were sold. They were raped, tortured, and drugged up until they couldn’t take it anymore and they took their own lives. Others didn’t have a means to escape and they ended up suffering hell for the rest of their lives–passed down from one owner to the next. If I was lucky, I would be sold to a man who was castrated or one who simply wanted a wife for political purposes

When we could barely feed, how would we give the child the best? “Well, you don't have to go through all that anymore. We're going to get you out of here as soon as possible. Today is the day you go back to your people.” He didn't seem happy. “My life is already over. I'm an old man, child. There is nothing left for me to achieve. The most I can do is to enjoy the rest of my days as a free man. Thank you for what you're doing for the people.” We didn't have a choice. We couldn't sit back and watch while they were treated like animals. If they wanted slaves, why couldn't they turn their own people into slaves?

Jenna shivered at the thought and hurriedly messaged her slave. "Dear Mr. Slave, are you still alive?" "I'm sorry, I was too greedy for money, I was wrong, I shouldn't have sold you to those three rich women, I apologize, I repent, please forgive me..." A dozen consecutive text messages were sent, but still no reply. Jenna called a few more times and no one answered. She waited from early evening until late at night, her body was catching a cold and she searched for Mr. Slave at Night Dream Bar.

Two weeks later, I sat in front of the vanity room that I shared with the other slave girls. A lot had changed since that day when I lost everyone I had. I was now a bruised and broken girl whose body had endured several beatings. There was no shoulder to cry on, so I bore my pain alone. Today was another day to be auctioned, and I was already tired of hoping to be bought by a good man. In my perspective, any man who buys a slave is evil. And I didn't know whether whoever would buy me was worse than these people that enslaved me.

Tears and sweat dropped from my face as I heard people haggling over me, pricing my freedom as though it was theirs to own. I wasn't sure I wanted this, but there was no way out. I couldn't run again. This was my final destination. "Ten thousand gold coins!" A merchant called out finally. I glanced up to see a severe-looking woman, whose face was nothing but unfriendly. And for the first time since I got to the market, it hit me that this would be my future for the rest of my life. I would die a mere slave. The woman walked towards the raised dais, shoulders raised proudly. The slave master was nearly bursting with happiness as he stretched out his hand to collect the bag of gold coins in he

CHAPTER 72 VALERIE'S POV TRIGGER WARNING : SUICIDE* "Exactly, this is going to be the start of your new life… As a slave!" My blood runs cold as I try to imagine what is going to happen if I eventually become a slave. That would mean being sold to a random dude who would most likely be in his sixties with the iconic pot-like belly. I shiver in fear at the thought of being a slave to someone. "Noo! Please, take me back home. Don't do this" I begged helplessly.

The bottomline remained the same, I couldn't go home to my mother. For the first time since I arrived here, I regretted offering to be his slave. Would I be able to get out of here?