Story Of A Slave Novels & Stories

He seemed to be caught up in some painful memories as he spoke. "So, when my brother and I grew up, we set fire to the house and burned that family to death. Then I took my brother and climbed slowly to where we were today, all to get rid of our slave identity. Because we know that as long as we were slaves, our lives were not ours, and we were just objects for others to play as they liked!"

“Tell me about it. Did I tell you about the time I went to give him a cup of coffee and I saw him coming out of this weird room? He said he'd kill me if I ever told anyone about it but at this point, I don't care if he kills me. The amount my family owes him is too much for me to finish paying off in my lifetime so I'll have to bear kids to work for him. Gosh, I had nightmares after that.” She said so much at a go that I had to unpack it one after the other. “Wait, are you a slave because of a debt?” They all looked at me weird. “How did you think slaves were gotten?’ Truthfully, I didn't even know. I thought maybe gains from a war or something. “That's how we all became maids and guards. Ou

she revealed "He forcefully did what? Oufffff what a dirty piece of disposable trash bag! He needs to have his balls cut off, grounded to a pulp, sun-dried and scattered into the wind" Elora spat out with so much anger rising in her. "I pushed him away and ran out of the room, I ran home as my legs could carry me but little did I know that a war had broken out and everyone was in hiding, that was how I got nabbed and brought as a slave here" she concluded and Elora choked at her sad story

I cleared my throat and removed my hand that has been on his head. "Do you want a romance story or an adventurous story?" I asked inaudibly. "Take a good look at me, do I look like someone that enjoys romantic tales?" He questioned and I mentally slapped myself for asking. "I apologize, your highness" I cooed with a faux smile. He beckoned on me to go on with the wave of his hand. I took a deep breath racking my brain endlessly for a story. Hmph. Here goes nothing; "There was a mean evil slave master. He had thousands of slaves and was cruel and heartless. He had a son...

We were the weaker of the genders and the fact that I could read wasn’t a bonus for some of the masters the traders tried to sell me to. In fact, some of those people were actually surprised that I could read since slaves never had time to learn in the first place. Sadly, when I told people that I had been kidnapped, they laughed in my face. I sometimes stood on the boat wondering how people thought slaves became slaves. If you just woke up one day and decided to become one!

"Ma'am, would you mind telling me what is going on? Why do you think someone is going to take your kid away?" He asked gently. "Because they will, they have taken the other women's baby, and they will take mine," "Who are they?" "The men, they come here once there is a birth and take our children away," She said crying again. "Who are these men?" "I don't know for real but they are part of the people that bought us." "Bought?" "Yes, bought us, we are slaves," She said. Okay, that had been unexpected, there wasn't slave treading anymore, that was something that happened centuries ago, there was no way it will happen this time, so he must have heard what she said wrongly, it would be best if h

Why am I lying down and he gets to sit? “You seem positively tired, my love. I’d rather you didn’t overexert yourself.” Lorenzo smiles at me warmly and I feel heat on my cheeks at the sweet adoring expression on his face. With a short nod, I prompt him to start talking. Lorenzo takes my hand in his and plays with my thin fingers as he begins his tale. “A long long time ago, there was a man. He was a slave of an old emperor and he wanted to become the ruler of the world. Back then, it was unthinkable that a slave could covet for more than he was given.

His words seemed soothing, but they still weren’t what I wanted to hear. I desperately sought freedom, to be free from all of this. I didn’t want to be a slave; I wanted to live my life the way I wanted, not be forced to do things I didn’t want to do, especially being a slave. I continued to struggle, determined to run as fast as I could if I managed to free myself from their grasp. But it didn’t work. My struggles were futile, and their grip was so tight that my hands started to hurt.

She watched as her husband interacts with his business partners, a smile on his face. She thanked God for blessing her with Hussain. When he was introduced to her by her brother, she didn't take him seriously in fact her mind was in school. But after a while, she felt her worlds belong to him, he owns her. She sighed softly as Hussaini walked towards her, making her heart wants to rip out of her chest. She shifted in her position feeling awkward.why will he talk to her while his parents are here? "Mama. Sorry, but can I steal my baby for a minute"He asked upon reaching them. "Mara kunya, you can take her with you ."His mother replied, laughing. Nafisa wished the ground would swallow her, why

“I… I was sold as a slave in Morocco. That’s why you never heard my name before.” Antonioni’s right hand shot out, gripping her jaw, his left hand still holding the gun. “You’re lying!” he snapped. Annabelle stepped closer, placing her hands over his. “No,” she said firmly. “She could be telling the truth.” Zina’s dark eyes flicked up at Annabelle, a glimmer of hope, or maybe desperation. She took a shaky breath, and then her voice trembled as tears started forming. “They… they hurt me… in ways… no human should ever endure. They… they broke me in every sense. Forced me… gang-raped me… whipped me… starved me… chained me in darkness for days… fortified me and made me their… their walking objec