Story Of A Slave Novels & Stories

"They all knew I was telling the truth, even his wife knew, but they chose to protect my uncle's perfect image. He was a pastor, you see, and such slander would be too great for a man of God. He continued to abuse me until I turned seven years old and one day I decided to fight back. I stabbed him in the thigh with scissors and when he got better, he decided to sell me to some men coming to these parts to protect his secret. I was bought by the Alhaj and here I am." "So, you've never left since then?" I asked" "Well, I can't leave, that's what being a slave means," she smiled. "You didn't try to escape?" "There is no point trying to escape, Kunle. Don't you see the way this place is designed

Princess Avila asked, her gaze focused on the slave who was gulping the cup of wine offered to her. "My princess, I do not know much about her but I do know she was sold to the master by her father as a slave, and ever since she came, the master no longer calls in any of us to his chambers" the slave replied. "You mean ever since she came, no one else was able to satisfy the master other than her?" Princess Avila asked in incredulity.

"Well, you might want to keep in mind your choices could boil down to losing Shasta as your Mistress or fucking men. I don't mind fucking women, even enjoying it more than I believed possible before I became a slave, but if it was a choice before I was a slave, I would have refused." "I see." He paused before continuing. "I would be very distressed if Shasta freed me. I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life. I care for and enjoy pleasing Miss Bernice. I love Cedric. He's such a good boy. I doubt I've ever met a child his age so polite." "Do you love your Mistress?" Lisa asked. "Very much." "Have you told her you love her?" Lisa continued. "Is it the place of a slave to tell his Mistress h

I heard myself whispering as I dropped to my knees so fast, pain shot through them when they hit the stone floor. I pressed my forehead to the ground in the submission pose they had taught us on our first day as slaves, and my whole body shook as I waited for death. This was how slaves showed complete surrender and maybe if I made myself small enough and pathetic enough he might kill me quickly instead of slowly. "I am sorry. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Please." I babbled into the floor, tears running down my face. I knew what happened to slaves who offended important wolves and death was the kindest thing I could hope for.

I heard him sigh. "Ayla, it's important that you understand that you're no longer a slave." Victor put his hand on my chin and made me look up. "You don't have to lower your face when you're spoken to, you can deny something if you don't want to, even if it's from the teachers. I know it's hard to understand everything, but try to improve." Empty words, they've been trying to convince me for days that I'm not who I am, except that I was born a slave, I've lived like one up until now and I won't be free any time soon...

“I was never ashamed of my decisions, even if that one wasn’t probably the best I’ve made. You know why I’ve always wanted to leave my house, too, isn’t that right?” “Your grandmother passed away.” Leaving her alone with two parents who had mistreated her for years when she was only a little girl. “Your grandparents, did you meet them?” “I did. My… grandmother, she was a good person, and she taught me many things. But she was kidnapped by Eir men and sold as a slave, have you ever heard of that story?” He said it without much emotion, but it still sounded awful and Elena lost her appetite, putting her bowl aside.

I’ve always hated being the center of attention. “And because of her survival, we’ve had over a year being Master and Slave. A year to grow, to learn from each other.. to become friends, to become more than friends. It is why I stand here before you all today.. because of the love I share with her.. I am here to publicly release her from being my slave.” He said. Many of the people gasped, some even growled.. but he would tolerate none of it.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

“You are only hurting yourself whenever you pull your hand. You might also break your bone so stop it." This man's voice is authoritative but I will not follow his orders. I am not his maid or slave for him to tell me what to do. If he just let me go, I will stop struggling too. “I will not let you go since I spent sixty million on you." He suddenly stopped walking. “Or should I just auction you again for a higher price?"

He states and I do not answer because he did not ask a question and I am hoping that he wouldn’t. “You are a human living in a pack, interesting.” He says again but I still do not answer, there is no need to. “I would like to know your story someday, Shan.” He tells me and I sighed. What story does he want to know? That I am a slave to a person I grew up calling brother or that I am an orphan with no parents? “There is no story,” I tell him then continued to walk ahead of him. “Fine, then at least have coffee with me before you leave.” He asks and I hesitate.