Novel & Cerita Story Of A Slave

"W-What's your story?" She froze at this, the light in her eyes slowly draining. I frowned, watching her expression, "You don't have to—" "It is alright to ask. We're all slaves here. I have nothing to hide," she replied. Her eyes flashed to mine, offering me a small smile. "Slaves, yes." I confirmed, "I am a slave because my parents were rogues. Shade is a slave because she was born without a wolf despite our blood running through her veins. Half of the slaves here were either rejected, rogues or like me- but-"

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

I know I am again daydreaming but I love this dream. “Emelia, would you like to listen to my stories? I mean, continue that story.” I am a little surprised. I do not think this is the right time to continue with the torture story but if he wants to tell, I do not want to stop him either because I do not really have many chances to ask him to tell me his story. After all, I am only his slave and I do not have much power. I know that.

I looked at the man I used to call father,he raped and inflicted severe pain on me,now that I thought I could be free,he sells me into slavery. What kind of a father does that?

“I…I didn’t mean it like that…” “Bought her? At an auction?” He turned fully toward me now, confusion in his gaze. “Zoe… what the hell is she talking about?” My heart thundered, but I leaned forward, voice steady. “She told the truth, Brayden. You bought me at a charity auction as a….Slave.” my gaze cut to Alessia, “But you married me in court. We even signed a Contract.” Alessia hissed. “Lies. All of it. She’s spinning her little sob story..,”

said Amar with a smile staring at Axelina's innocent body in front of him right now. Will God give Axelina a chance to be happy, or vice versa? Axelina is forced to be Amar Trixeon's sex slave for the rest of her miserable life.

Barely two days had passed and Monalisa had been asked to join the other slaves to work. She managed to pull herself together and do as she had been told but had planned to cause trouble that would make them punish her. Someone had told her a story after she started working that caught her interest and she hoped that what she had heard would be her fate. “What are you doing, are planning on getting yourself killed?” Gabby, one of the slave girls who had told her the story asked, gesturing for her with her eyes to obey the instruction of the vampire who was in command.

I hate how easy it is for him to taunt me and I have nothing to say back. I sighed falling to my knees because of how much my back ached. I am sure Carl thinks this is me begging him. It probably is though. I am too exhausted to argue otherwise. "I was captured as a slave after I left here. Things haven't been easy for me and then I realized that I would be spending the rest of my life in slavery. No one paid me any mind and they all had one thing or the other to say about me. I was bullied and maltreated. I had to seek for an escape and came here instead."

Grayson rebuked her. “No,” I shook my head and held their hands. “I don't want to tell him,” I said weakly. “Then what do you want to do?” Grayson asked. “I want to beg him to let me go,” I said slowly. “Lily! The only way you can be free is if you are in the grave!” Clara cried. “No, there is one other way,” Grayson said, turning to look at Clara. “If the master freely sets the servant or slave free, then that slave is free forever. But if the freed slave is captured again, the slave will either be killed or retained for life.”

For some weird reason, I blurted out my life story to him. Of course, I didn't tell him who I was. Just that I was forced to do things I didn't want to do. He told me that if we ever met again and I wanted help, he'd do it. Because life was too short to live in slavery. Back then, I didn't think he could do anything. To me, he was just an ordinary man offering to give me a different life.