Sold As A Slave, Now They Regret Novels & Stories

"I always have a slave with me. Sometimes, I caught Grace crying in our room, asking and screaming at me why do I need to have slaves." He chuckled without humor. He maybe smiling, but I can sense on him that he is full of regrets and sorrow. "At first, I just shrug her off. I do not listen to what she is saying and continue buying slaves who can spice up my night. That time, I know to myself that no one can stop me, simply because I do not want to stop. I will only stop if I want to." His face, even it is already full of wrinkles, can vouch that he has one of the best face in their time. I assume slaves are even happy to be bought by him.

That was never going to happen, however, because this was not a dream, but rather reality. “Sold! The feisty one is sold to the person standing next to the one in black over there for $150 million. Please come forward to claim your property,” the anchor said, and the bell rang once more. I’d just been sold as a slave or sex slave to someone. EARLIER ON I watched my Pack being annihilated right in front of my eyes. The people I loved were slaughtered, the men massacred, and the women bound with chains and led into a truck.

Joshua and Daxon shot to their feet. Finally, they remembered the vacant, lifeless eyes I'd had when dragged back from the black market. The cold, unbending look I had when they tore my wedding gown and tossed me half-clothed into the garden finally crossed their mind. It hadn't been resentment but utter despair. A belated wave of realization crashed over them, dragged them under, and left them gasping for air. Then, they stormed into the villa as if they had lost their minds.

Mario as he bid me goodbye and drove away leaving me with the man standing in front of me. "Welcome to the Slave Establishment." The man welcomed me with open arms as if it was a good thing of being a member of the slaves. I just couldn't process everything in my brain. My grandmother was missing and I was being sold as a slave, my world just crashed in just a day. I fell to the ground and cried my eyes out. This was so bad to be true. I kept on wishing my grandma would save me but it was impossible and my guardian angel -that was out of point.

He can't stop himself from asking. "I can't tell you that," the woman said, bending her head away from Hades' gaze. "Then there's no reason for me to help you." "Please...just until they leave." "I don't want to get involved in your mess." "They're slave traders," the woman eventually said, flinching. "I was sold by my father to settle his debts," she revealed. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

said Lattie sympathetically while rubbing my back. “Everything is going to be fine eventually. If you’re lucky, you may be bought by someone who needs a temporary slave and that means you’d regain your freedom within a few years, give and take. It’s usually not a lifetime thing, trust me. I know people who were slaves recently and now they’re walking around and living freely after regaining their freedom.” Her words were supposed to console me but they made me even more miserable. I had to find a way to escape from this horrid nightmare before we reached the shores of the Highlands.

Diane didn’t know when her tears turn into laughter and Akin himself burst into laughter. “Why are you laughing? I look like a clown right? He asks. “ofcourse No? she burst into another laughter “It’s felt so funny to me because I have never seen a master beg his slave before , in all the years I have been sold all over west Africa no man has never pleaded with me not even a woman has pleaded with me before, they all treated me bad, they beat me and my sister lock us up for days, starve us and even those men that we are given to would sometimes beat us up before having sex with us” she says with tears dripping down her face, I have even been sold to couple who needed babies who didn’t care

I dealt with the cruelest men in this world, but I didn’t want to make deals with those particular kinds of men. “They’ll be disappointed.” “You think I give a damn?” I wasn’t even sure why we still had the auction. We made money in many other ways, and in my eyes, more respectable ways. Money was made by selling products, whether that was drugs or weapons. Sometimes we killed for a paycheck. But selling a human being into slavery seemed pathetic. Though, the auction had been around for so long that it was part of our brand. If I tried to get rid of it, the men would be angry.

Beseeching for rest was futile. It only got colder when we arrived in a city where I became a product for merchandise. Yet I wasn't the sole slave. There were many people who looked like my skin was being sold as a slave. Fat and a lady of ornament bought me. Strangers made me afraid until in the latter, I became competitive.

she said softly, shutting her eyes in an attempt to sleep. But just as Aria drifted off, the woman spoke in a hushed tone, "The child was sold immediately after birth, right before I could give her a name. There are couples who can't have children of their own, and they buy them at the slave market." Aria's eyes snapped open, and she felt a jolt of shock and fear. She couldn't utter a word, her mind reeling with the horrific reality. The woman seemed to misinterpret Aria's silence, thinking she was feeling sorry for her. "Don't feel sorry for me, child," she said. "What's done is done. The seed has been sown, and it can't be undone."