Sold As A Slave, Now They Regret Novels & Stories

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

Across the road, beside an overflowing waste bin, two figures were bent over, digging through piles of discarded items. A man and a woman. Their clothes were worn. Dirty. Faded. They moved slowly, carefully picking through the trash: old bottles, scraps, anything that could possibly be sold or reused. Diana’s eyes widened slightly. Recognition hit her instantly. Joseph. Edith. They looked nothing like the people she once knew. No dignity. No pride. No trace of the wealth and status they once carried so confidently. Their movements were mechanical now. Survival-driven. They didn’t notice the SUV.

They didn't care about what will happen to the people and they only think about their greediness and selfishness. They are thieves, they kidnapped people and sell them to make a slave to someone, somewhere we don't even know if it's safe. Especially for me, I don't know where they will sell me and who will buy me. I am scared about the fact of being a slave, they can easily kill me just because I am a slave. I am not alone, other people were caught too. I don't know what to do. What should I do? What am I supposed to do? I couldn't even help myself, how can I save my people?

“Sorry.” “It’s okay. I don’t mind but some people do. There are lots of reasons people become slaves, and it’s rude to pry into people’s pasts. Remember, slaves don’t have a past. That’s why we only have one name. So it’s okay to talk about it if you want but you should never ask someone. For me, I was sold a few years ago. I came from a big family that have been in that little village as fishermen for generations. A few years ago, there was a really long hot summer with very little rain and then it went into the coldest winter in living memory. Still no snow though.” Nevis chuckled before continuing.

"I'm sorry, sir, but all slaves are bought legally. We might not be able to buy and sell your wife. There must be some kind of misunderstanding here." I could see the suspicion of guilt in the trafficker's eyes. He was not telling me the truth. Every second that passed could be a second of suffering for Bianca. There was no time to waste. I threw him on the ground and waved to my subordinates. "Go. Destroy this place." My men immediately rushed forward and broke all the furniture and windows into pieces. The dust was now filling the air and the place was in ruins. Finally, the slave trader realised who he had offended. He got on his knees and pleaded: "I apologise, sir. I didn't recognise yo

A faint smile curled up on his lips, his intention became so much more vivid. “Oh? It's for that reason...” Alpha nodded his head in realization as he retracted his gaze and turned to the crowd. “What do the others think about Beta Miguel's suggestion?” “That sounds good, I agree!” “I agree!” “I agree!” ... Just like that, the words ‘I agree’ echoed repeatedly within the crowds. For money, they were willing to risk being hunted by humans to sell me. My legs finally gave in as I finally collapsed on the cold ground. Being sold as a slave was something worse than death. Who knew what horror would come upon me once I became a slave? But what right do I have to say no?

My once-felt pain deepens instantly as I realize there's no escape this time around. I've been branded as a slave forever, there's no going back, there's no escaping, I just have to live the rest of my life as a slave. "You have tears in your eyes now? Wanna cry? Well There's no time for that bitch let's move you've been sold already I do not want I keep your owner waiting" The more she speaks the more reality dawns on me, there's no going back from this and I can't believe I had risked it all.

Jamie told him. “Why not stay with the humans then? Why go back to Shaba?” He asked her. One hunter of the wolves found out that they were helping slaughtered them in their sleep and burnt everything to the ground. Those of our small group, whose wolf was not yet present were captured and sold to the black market to become slaves. Some were shot and killed, hunters celebrating their kills until they went to retrieve the bodies.”

I clenched my jaw, and unable to answer her I just nodded. "You're lucky," the second woman said quietly. "Most of us are just sold as slaves. Sex slaves or mistresses if we're pretty enough or talented enough." I covered my mouth in horror as she continued to speak. "Many of us have been here several times. They buy us and do whatever they want with us, and when they get bored of us they send us back. I have never seen anyone be sold as a bride, but I was told it does happen."

"Ma'am, would you mind telling me what is going on? Why do you think someone is going to take your kid away?" He asked gently. "Because they will, they have taken the other women's baby, and they will take mine," "Who are they?" "The men, they come here once there is a birth and take our children away," She said crying again. "Who are these men?" "I don't know for real but they are part of the people that bought us." "Bought?" "Yes, bought us, we are slaves," She said. Okay, that had been unexpected, there wasn't slave treading anymore, that was something that happened centuries ago, there was no way it will happen this time, so he must have heard what she said wrongly, it would be best if h