Sold As A Slave, Now They Regret Novels & Stories

She paused and pressed her lips together. When she started earlier, there were a few murmurs here and there, but now, not a sound was heard from the angry mob; instead, Xavier heard only her raging heartbeat. "I will not stop you from casting your judgement on them; I'd like you to know that before they became slaves, they were like us; they were someone's son, daughter, father, and mother. They were never given a chance, and many of them were captured and sold before they knew what life was. Some of you sold them off as slaths; some of your relatives, mothers, and uncles did. Unlike me, no one rescued them. Many of them are sons and daughters of Wahala, and this is their second chance. Are

I have never suffered like this before in my life. The pain. The tortured Everything I will never be able to forget in my life. I will never be able to forget how I was forced and gang-raped by them. I'm a man with a desire. I fucked only women. No fortune teller predicted that I would be kidnapped and raped by a man like me. I can't remember the last time I embraced a woman. It has been a long time since I last tasted and enjoyed a female clit. I believe this is karma. Everything went wrong from the day I decided to sell that little girl. I should have listened to her plea when she begged not to be sold. I had no choice. I own a lot of money, and the only means to get out of it is to sell h

We would rise every morning, shackled and matched to the plantation, farm and sometimes, market for sale. Low curses and murmurs filled the air as everyone got on their feet, dreading today’s work. “Will you form a queue, you unlucky slaves!” Matt yelled, his disgusted eyes running over us. Wincing, I quickly got in line with the others. Matt always had a deep frown etched on his face, hated the slaves and didn’t hesitate to inflict pain on us. “Hey.” I heard someone say from behind me. I smiled when I saw it was Lucy, my friend. She’s one of the oldest slaves here, as she was bought when she was just a child. The constant abuse didn’t leave her untouched as overtime, she developed a mental

My adopted sister, Bianca, screwed up. Big time. It was at a charity dinner. Hosted by the Vitiellos. The most powerful Mafia Family on the East Coast. She spilled hot coffee on the Vitiello boss's sister. Right into her eyes. Almost blinded her. Massimo went ballistic. He’s the cold-blooded Don who runs the whole damn coast. He wanted a hostage from our family, the Costas. Within five days. Or it was war. My mother grabbed my hands. Her eyes were red and filled with pain. “Bianca didn’t mean it. She’s terrified. She’s hiding in her room, shaking so hard she can’t breathe. Valeria, you're tough. You can survive this. Just go to Massimo for a few days. I swear I'll get you back.” My twin brot

"Aren't you doing the same, I'm the new mistress but you show no respect for me. But yet expected me to talk to you politely, don't you think you are asking too much as slaves" "Since we are slaves then stop trying to feed us lies. You protect us, and provide for our family who abandons us to feed themselves, did you expect us to believe that, and in return, you want our loyalty?” “We give you our loyalty, and we get that, don't you think it is too simple to be true? I was sold by my biological father to pay for his gambling debt, he sold me to an s3x merchant house, and my brother to a mine owner.”

Next to him, an old man with grey hair smiled. “Samalah, from now on, you are not a slave. You are a free person. Let’s get up now. The ground must be freezing cold. It will hurt your knees.” I didn’t get up… To be exact, I couldn’t get up. I was utterly speechless. What kind of sick joke was this? I was just sold at an auction, and they tell me I’m a free person now? How cruel can they be? Did they say that just to get a kick on how I would react? Is my hope a mere form of entertainment for them?

It always put the pack in good spirits to welcome new members, and although it still angered my father after all these years, my mother got off my back for a while. I believed what I was doing for these people was the best I could do. There was no way I could kill all the slave traders. They would just be replaced by new ones before the previous traders’ bodies were even cold. It was a very lucrative business, and I would never be able to be everywhere all the time to protect everybody. Some of the slaves that were set free had made huge strides in life and one or two were actually close to becoming noblemen. I still had to think about it though. Others didn’t fare as well and landed themsel

“I just have this feeling, Okay? We are going to the Rogue’s land anyway. Our parents are there, remember? So why not let Lennie sell us? I am sure she can find a way to bypass Cory. It’s two birds with one stone. Why not give it a try?” “Because we are civilized persons with dignity. We don’t sell our peers and we don’t allow ourselves to be sold,” Elena couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Don’t you know what happens to sold people? They got slave marks on their necks, chains and shackles on their limbs. They will never be free again. They will never belong to themselves. They will get masters to tell them what to do. They might spend the rest of their lives in cages. Do you really w

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

“And the only way to escape is to get sold, and maybe your buyer would be kind to you. Then you can use that opportunity to leave. Some buyers free their slaves.” “I’m not going to be anyone’s slave,” I snapped. “My life is already miserable as it is.” “I’m sorry, there isn’t any way out,” she said. I leaned back against the wall, feeling defeated. I had heard what happened to girls when they get sold, and it was horrible. That wasn’t going to be my life. I shook my head. “What do I do to fight back?” I said, turning to face Lily.