Novel & Cerita The Last Slave Book

If this guy wants to start something, I won't back down from a fight. “Uhm, you did do something terrible to me", I scoffed. “Really? Mind jogging my memory?”, He sat back and folded his arms, paying attention to me. “Well for starters, you bought me as a slave, then you brought me to your mansion just to lock me up in a cold dark room for weeks till I almost died!!”, I angrily told him. He sat forward and his eyes darkened, it looked like it was some nuclear weapon, waiting to be tampered with. I got scared for a minute, ‘Would he hurt me?’, I asked myself.

She saved the pictures and went back into the main building. "You think you can come and destroy what I've been building for years huh? Let's see if Logan doesn't kill you after this" she mumbled to herself as she climbed up the stairs. First thing tomorrow morning, Logan would hear of this. If there's one thing Logan hated, it was sharing what belonged to him. The last man who dared to sleep with his slave three years ago, died in the most terrifying way. Delaney smirked and entered her room.

"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

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

Turning away from us, he spoke to Elvin, who I assumed was a steward of some sort. “The Game begins in three days. Ensure they are physically fit for island deployment.” His voice was steady and controlled. “Of course, Master Kalev,” Elvin responded. My heart clutched. Game? A cold weight settled in my stomach. My mind raced, piecing it all together. We weren’t being inspected for labour. We were being inspected to participate in the… …the Slave Games? The realization ripped through me, sharp like a razor blade. We weren’t brought here to work. We were brought here to die! To fight for our lives on some island, all in the name of entertainment.

one of the guards tried to stop me. I slammed my fist against the door, shoving it open. “I want the manifest for the last group of slaves brought in. Where are their records?” The man behind the desk fumbled with a stack of parchment. “They—they came in last night. No names, just markings. Transported through the southern path. Paid in full by a merchant—” “Who?” “Didn’t give a name. Used a sigil.” He held up a scrap of wax seal—burned on one side, but still legible.

I don't want to go there but they send invitations nonstop as if they think that I will go to their disgusting auction. “But, sir. They already know about your identity and you are still a member." What he said made me growl in annoyance. I actually don't know why I ended up signing up for them. All I remember is I was drunk and wanted something sweet when they asked me to join their secret group called Sweet Delights. I really thought that it was for VIPs however when I attended their invitations, it was a human auction for slaves. Men and women are there with their masks on. Well, I do love having a slave and I had so many ones before but nothing interests me which made me want to leave th

"Let's see who can last." "Get her," she pointed out to her remaining slave that was at her side to get me, and she paced down towards my friend. It was one-on-one and this would have to decide everything, and we would have to end it here and make it final. Her slave paced down to us as my wolf tried to get into the best ways of action. I could not know that the slave was too fast as it came at me and hit me. I staggered back. It seemed like this particular inmate was a bit stronger than the others, which is why it could still last after the others were killed.

“And you think that makes it okay? You didn’t even try harder. You just stopped.” He lowered his eyes. “You’re in here because of your own choices.” My heart twisted. “What did you say?” “You were warned. Repeatedly. But you wouldn’t stop. You kept pushing. That obsession with the trade.” “Obsession?” I snapped. “That was justice. Children were being treated like property. Sold. Abused. You knew it, and you did nothing.” He looked me in the eye. “And now you’re here.” I stood. “If fighting to stop slavery put me in prison, then fine,” I said. “But I’m not done. I’m going to keep fighting, and when I’m finished, every single person involved will burn with her.”

At my wife's birthday party, my daughter and son accidentally knocked over a bowl of soup and splashed it on their uncle. My wife grabbed his completely unharmed hand and tore into both children. But that still wasn't enough for her, so she locked the two of them inside the sauna. I called and begged her, again and again, to spare our kids. Her voice was ice cold. "Stop bothering me! This is your fault for raising them so badly! "Since they burned someone, they can sit in there and think hard about what they did!" The thermometer kept climbing. Blisters had already risen on my children's skin, and they wailed without stopping. I begged her to forgive them like a man gone mad. "They're