Sold As A Slave, Now They Regret Novels & Stories

I want to see my parents again. Even though they’re the ones who sold me into this nightmare, even though they betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable… I still love them. Is that weakness? Maybe. But even a slave has the right to love. Even a broken heart still remembers home.

She should be careful because there are cannibals here that only want her to be their dinner. Her price is now on fifty million which is funny because they want to buy this woman. I stare at her and I must admit that she looks beautiful but not that much. She also looks soft which annoys me the most. The bidding was about to close when she looked me in the eye. Her eyes were screaming for help which made me raise my hands. “Sixty million! I will buy her for sixty million!" I yelled. “Anyone who can beat sixty million?" He yelled as he showed the woman to the crowd. “Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

Nodding I walked with her into the room where everyone else was. After stuffing my stomach and pockets with food, I sat listening to their vibrant conversation. Everywhere was the same. Humans too content with their fates of being slaves, though none would ever admit to it. But they were glorified slaves none the less. They spoke about getting out, accomplishing dreams that were admirable until eight years ago. They've forgotten about families they've left behind, people who died because they wouldn't give in. It was still sickening. Pushing back my seat softly, I moved acting as if I'd get another share of sandwiches, before leaving the plate on the table and heading through the door.

I was tired of having to attend funerals every week because of one man who fancied himself a god. The first step of my plan was selling myself over to his pack as a slave. I bribed a slave trader to sell me to Midnight Pack without revealing where I came from. Slavery was illegal, but slave trade was done on the black market. Slave traders were not easy to find because they kept switching headquarters to avoid human authorities who called them trafficking rings.

But first things first. "When did you find out about all your father did? Why didn't you tell me then?" "Everything happened too fast. Of course, I would never have kept that away from you and uncle when you are practically my family. I wanted to and that's why my father had me sold. He found out that I knew about all he had done. He couldn’t risk getting exposed. He tried killing me and when that failed, he resorted to drugging me and selling me. It was because of him, that I suffered for years, Thorne. My own father had me sold to become a slave. Imagine the years I spent suffering and how I held out so that I could be out of there one day and make sure he paid"

But she couldn’t be silent any longer. “I have no one left, Ilyès. My mother is dead. My father sold me. And you… you want to extinguish me. Why? For a slap?” Her voice trembled. “Is it really worth it?” He stepped back. One step. Then another. As if his own actions had suddenly filled him with horror. “Shit…” He turned his back. His jaw was clenched. His fists were tightly pressed together. Lena fell to her knees, her breath trembling. She hadn’t screamed. Hadn’t bitten. Hadn’t begged. She had cried.

“Why are you begging? I have already collected money for your heads. I’ve sold you to these men already, so do whatever they want. They are your masters now. Do whatever they tell you to do! If they want to free you, they can free you, but my hands are off.” I used both of my hands to cover my mouth in absolute shock. My knees suddenly felt weak. My heart was beating so loudly that I could hear it in my ears. Until that moment, I still believed we would eventually leave that place and continue our journey. But hearing those words made something inside me break. That was the first time I realized we weren’t travelers anymore. We had become something else. Mummy, do you know what that means? I

I wondered why anyone would be foolish enough to sell themselves. "Do you know why they sold themselves?" I asked Susan and she looked at me. "Their fathers were cast out of the White moon pack. They didn't want to end up as rogues. So they sold themselves instead. I guess they figured that being a slave is better than being a rogue, plus they get to sleep with the Alpha. It was a win situation for them. Their case is completely different from ours." I didn't understand half of what she had told me, but I didn't want to stress the conversation any further. I planned to talk about it in the future.

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

"Who sold you off? It certainly can't be us.” "What does it matter, on the horrific night I felt the pain you inflicted on my people and saw your soldiers. The next day, they took over our market and made us peasants. I lived like a slave, not like it's any better now.” I shrug. "Yet we decided to buy slaves from a defeated pack when we have the liberty to all of you? Look, Aaliyah, I’m not trying to be condescending, I’m only vindicating my brothers, at least. We have nothing to do with this, in fact, we have no say whatsoever when it comes to administration.”