Sold As A Slave, Now They Regret Novels & Stories

The Pack had been attacked and every adult had been Killed. “These will be sold as slaves on the market tomorrow. Make sure you clean them up as we will not get any money for any of them in this state.” The Man gestures with his hand then turns to walk away. The door falls shut with a bang; the only thing left now is the small whimpers of the children trying to come to terms with what they had just been told.

Fifty thousand grands" His cold voice thundered and everyone backed off, mumbling their disapproval and pain. He spun to glare at them and they all went mute. " Sold for fifty thousand grands" Skinny smiled awkwardly at the crowd of angry men. " The slave is now yours, Lord Creed" Skinny genuflected.

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

My heart thumped so loud that I was sure everyone could hear it. “Is that everyone? Going...” The Slave Master was saying before he was interrupted. “1000 bucks!” A Wolf yelled aloud, and everyone gasped. Murmurs could be heard as they each whispered their thoughts to one another. “Is that the last?” The Slave Master asked. I could hear the excitement in his voice. “Sold!” The Slave Lord roared after some minutes, and I felt my breath seize. More tears ran down my cheek. Up until a week and some days ago, I used to have a house, a lover, and a happy family. Now, I had nothing, nothing but my life, which was no longer mine now. My life was now sold off for 1000 bucks.

Camila asked "Our father sold me and my sister in exchange for money for the treatment of his mistress unborn child. He didn't even bother to look us in the eyes one last time before selling my sister and I ." The elder girl weeps while she hugs her younger sister. Camila had thought her father was the worst in the world and truth be told, no girl's future is sure in this world. "What's your name?" Camila asks "Maria. This is Ana. The others Julian and Natasha had been taken away. We never asked else beaten."

My head throbbed even more. I gritted my teeth as I tried to push away the man who was lusting over my body. “Stop squirming. From now on, you will become our sex slave. Your mother sold you to us in exchange for their lives.” The stranger said in laughter as she carried me like a sack and went inside the broken house, throwing me onto the dirty bed as he called his other friends to join the fun. “No, no… I don’t want this…” I looked at them who were looking at me with excitement, as they had already removed their clothes.

He explains and my frown deepened. I am far from being a dynamite at least now I am, he is right my old self, use to be a dynamite, that was until I became a slave. “I used to be not anymore,” I told him the truth and he frowned but did not ask anything. When we got to the men’s shop, I stopped and looked around. “You said the person you are buying for has more or less my style, right?” he asked, and I nodded.

Finally, he stops at the center of the room and declares, "We can’t." "What do you mean we can’t?" Donald spits back. "The profit we’ll make from selling her is too high to lose," he replies, trying to justify his decision to Donald. I can't believe they are talking about the profit they will make out of selling another human being. And that human being is me. But being taken back sounds worse. In slavery I might have a slim chance of phasing and running away to a far away land where no one knows me. But if they give me back, I am sure I'll be sent to the next world before the sun sets today.

I hated the way he had to remind me every chance he got that I was a slave, sold by my own family and now his property. He had to remind me that I couldn’t make decisions for myself anymore. Not where I lived, not what I did. I was trying, God, I was trying my very best to be happy, to live for myself and blend in with them, but every time I tried to act normal he had to remind me who I was. A pathetic nobody beneath him… his possession. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye and I quickly wiped it away, then sniffed quietly. I wouldn’t cry because of him. Not at all.

The triplets looked shocked while I just ran my tongue over my lower lip. "I was once a slave so I know how it feels, to suddenly be taken away from your home to be a slave, a sex toy, a thing of pleasure against your own will to a stranger. It's a scary and terrible thing. I was lucky enough to be sold to my mates, but not every other girl out there is as lucky as I am. I know how it feels, it's a scary and terrible thing that I do not wish for any innocent girl to go through" I paused and stared at them. They looked a bit guilty. "If you would please stop. I want the whole slave act to be completely stopped and for all sex slaves held against their wills to be free and let go" I let out a