Story Of A Slave Novels & Stories

I quickly got down from the bed and rushed out of the room, making my way to the slave dining. When I got there, the long dining table was already filled to the brim with slaves; young and old alike. I managed to find an empty seat facing a male slave and sat down. We were often divided into groups to share a big bowl of food, which often led to fights and arguments about who would eat the most; that moment was always when the elderlies would scold us, telling us we had more stamina than them and should eat less, leading to rebellion from the younger ones.

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

She said. "Who are you? What do you want?" "Oh, how rude of me. I should certainly introduce myself to you first. However, don't you recognize me? Never mind. I am a slave. I am a crazy. My little heart desn't function anymore since your great-great-great-great grandfather broke it. I and him get used to fuck with me in a crawling position, as you fucked Lady Anna just now. But without his love, I'll end up crushed. His love is my everything. Now, after he broke my heart, I became a wandering spirit here. I witnessed one by one the tragedies that happened under the roof of this cursed palace. Let me tell you, I'm nothing but a girl who yearns for true love. I finally reached the outside worl

The healer responded still applying the paste on Adriana's back. Erica stared at her friend and then back at the healer. “Back in the reign of the late King, slaves were skinned or even buried alive for even just the slightest mistake. We were branded and tortured.” The healer took a jug and opened it. He sniffed the liquid inside and tweaked his nose. “We?” He nodded. “I was a slave but I bought my freedom after several decades.” “You can buy your way out of slavery?” The healer poured some of the liquid into a material and used it to wipe some of the torn skin on Adriana's back.

" Don't you think is wise to leave these god damned forsaken place, it sickens me everyday, you never for once tried to escape, you wanna remain stuck in here" She said standing up and walking near her cell mate. "I really wanna leave here you know, but, you tried escaping and have been caught and totured numerously, the only way you can try escaping is been sold as a SLAVE who might give you a more dangerous life or a good life, but the chances of getting a good life is minimal" Rachel said reminding her of some stories, she had heard news about slaves getting sold to good masters "But also I heard news about slaves been sold to their evil masters and were forcefully sexually assaulted or k

Valerie asked raising an eyebrow at us, she had just come back from the kitchen with Diana, I didn’t even know that she was there to begin with, brining mugs of warm milk for both Nathan and I, Nathan raised an eyebrow at the mugs before his grandmother took both cups and took a sip out of them before handing them to us “don’t worry child, if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t poison you, I have a lot more pride than doing what a slave would” Nathan simply chuckled at that knowing what his grandmother meant, as throughout the centuries, stories were heard about slaves, maids, or even wives who poisoned their kings or princes for gold or power, what was odd about slaves doing it was that they w

"I'm trying not to indulge myself in the ugly thought that you think yourself better than all the ladies out there, that have turn to sluts to provide food for their families?" Then as if it's a whisper that is supposed to be heard, she added " not like you are family" "Please Aunt Zirra, I don't want to do this" she begged, bending her knees, almost kneeling down. Iva had accepted all fate brought to her but if there was one thing she was grateful for, it was that she didn't sleep around to survive. "But you my darling, who do you think you are, brat? A Princess? You have no one girl and I say you become a whore" with no flick of humanity in her, she soaked her feet in warm water with a pea

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

I groaned softly, trying hard to succumb to the pain drifting through my entire core while I picked out the grasses from the ground, the work that was given to me as a slave. Yes, I was a slave and I've been a slave for the past years without anyone to come to my aid. I was kidnapped by the underworld ruthless criminals from my pack while I was on a run around the territory. I'm Ira but luckily for me, I don't know who I was. I've lived all my life as a slave and trust me when I say a slave, I mean, I've been abused, manipulated, and punished severely, and those I couldn't even remember.

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.