Sold As A Slave, Now They Regret Novels & Stories

There was nothing in my life to smile about. Every day, I miss my parents. I was only five when they were killed for a crime they didn’t commit, and I was sold into slavery. The first few weeks were the worst. No pack wanted the child of traitors, so I was tossed from one to another until the elders here decided to keep me They said I would be useful in the elders’ quarters so they made me a slave owned by all of them and worked me ragged everyday of my life.

If I can still call him that right now. Call me weak or stupid, but learning that your father had sold you off to be raped by a man who you believed was your lover isn’t something that you could easily get over. Then finding out that your mum was initially a slave and that he has his own ‘happy’ family whom I had suffered because of. Yeah, thinking about it, even I couldn’t call myself weak. The shock that I was living in made my heart feel like it was bleeding, and not in a good way.

No one moved. “He sells them,” Zainab continued, her voice breaking slightly. “Children — stolen, bought, or kidnapped — are sold to foreign buyers. Some end up as slaves. Others… we don’t even know what happens to them. And he’s been doing it for decades, right under everyone’s nose.” Kemi gasped and covered her mouth. Nathan’s fists clenched, fury flashing in his eyes. Zara felt a wave of nausea wash over her. “Regan knows,” Zainab said bitterly. “He’s known for years. But fear keeps him silent. He’s terrified of his father — terrified of losing everything. And maybe, deep down, he believes he can’t stop him.”

We moved under the cloak of night, avoiding the scorching heat of the day. A weak woman languished in a cell, consuming only a quarter can of food daily, which left her frail and powerless, yet she clung to life. Bound by her faith, she feared that suicide would condemn her to eternal damnation, so she endured her suffering, tethered to a sliver of hope. The slave master eventually herded her out with 80 others, all long unsold and languishing, their lives dwindling away. “Be grateful, someone has bought all of you,” he announced, a hollow attempt at consolation.

There was no way my father would let my insane mother get rid of any child they created, right? "Oh, now you’re interested in what your mother has to say." My mother giggled, fixing her manic gaze on mine. "Come closer." Kneeling down, I did just as my mother said while Ivan prepared himself to pull me away if anything were to suddenly happen. "They were sold." My mother murmured, letting another laugh escape her. "All sold to the desertus pack as slaves," she continued, seeming truly proud of herself. "For if I allowed them to stay, they would have stood in mine and Isaac’s way. I couldn’t allow that to happen, now could I?"

His eyes glowing fiery hot as he spoke, his wide huge arms flexing in the air as he huffed with pride and pure vengeance. A wounded man. I knew Tagon too well that he doesn’t make empty promises, he never lied, he was too honest to a fault. My mind's eyes took a little flashback to what it meant to be a slave, the agony, despair, the lashings, concubines and acts of pleasure slaves were subjected to no one deserves to go through so much suffering and the reason I'll fight to get it eradicated. “I’m the worst woman in history, yes! Take your anger on me and burn me to hell. Let my carcass fall on your feet but a life of slavery isn’t what I want to partake in ever again!”

He went silent for a while before continuing, “Now that I think of it, when you say returning, it makes it seem like you were imprisoned or something. And now that you've confirmed you didn’t go for a vacation, it makes me more curious.” A frown formed on my face. I turned to him, our eyes meeting as I spoke, “Let’s talk about something else.” “Sensitive topic?” He said, his voice low, “These things tend to happen a lot here.” “Tell me about it.” “Don buying strangers from countries as their slaves to satisfy their needs or parents giving out their children for debts owed.” “That wasn’t my case, though.” “Do you want to talk about—” “My mother sold me.” I cut in, the words leaving a bitter t

I couldn’t bring myself to imagine a life as me being a sex slave. “Please…anything but this. Don’t sell me off.” I begged, feeling extremely mortified that I had been reduced to this. “I’m ready to be a slave here. I’ll- I’ll do anything,” I whispered, feeling tears prickle my eyes at the fact that I’m currently pleading to be a slave in the pack of the person who is behind my parents’ death. Life is funny like that.

"That's what they do. They sell the pretty women to Kings and wealthy men. In some cases, the Master slave traders keep the pretty ones for themselves too." "Oh, I see!" I exclaimed, I don't know whether to be sad or thankful. All I know is I do not belong here. I didn't want to be sold at all but I'd rather be sold to a king than the master slave traders. "I wish there was someone who could put an end to this evil. Why would humans be sold?"

Logan insisted and Adena groaned. "What are you even saying? I am a slave Logan. Nothing but a mere slave. Of what use would my child be to you?" She asked with eyes full of regret, pain and misery. "Antoinette told me stories of how you made the other slaves you had to get rid of their babies by abortion. So why would you care about me?" She asked as the tears ran down and dropped on her pillow. "Because you are different!" He yelled, passing his fingers through his hair. He didn't know how to describe what he was feeling, he didn't know how to tell her how much she has come to mean to him.