Novel & Cerita Teen Slave Training

she asked before crying. "Not yet, you will be trained to be a slave good for service. And no, the slave we train here are not brothel slaves. They are sold for an important amount of money so their owners take care of them. I know you find it humiliating, but you are to become a luxury item! I am one myself," Alex explained.

"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

The man explained. Selene and I exchanged a glance. Our two-week effort would finally be revealed. No, it was a year's effort. Wasn't this why we were trained so hard in the center? The trainers made sure to keep everything in our heads and instilled it in our bones. Even asleep, we wouldn't forget. However, Selene and I knew it was the same for other slaves in the summit, and the competition might not be so simple. "Go." King Jared's voice cut through. Calm and softer.

He was waiting patiently for his turn. He knew he held no power over what was going to happen, but still, he had a modicum of hope that he would not end up with a bad master. The training had been hard enough; all the young men prepared to serve in the lavish houses of Drena were talking endlessly about the life of luxury and delights waiting for them behind the heavy iron doors of the Institution. As soon as they reached 21 years of age, they were considered old enough and trained enough to serve the masters.