Romans & histoires Twelve Years A Slave

A hand slips under my chin forcing me to look at the person. My breath hitches as I lay eyes on a teenage wolf about fifteen if I were to guess. His black hair is cut in crew cut style, his midnight blue eyes take me in. He’s dressed nicely in black slacks and a black short-sleeve button-down shirt. He has an authority that I wouldn't expect from someone his age. “How much is this one?” He asks the slave trader. “I’ll give you a good deal, Alpha.” The slaver replies. “I don’t really care for deals, tell me how much she costs.”

Zane sighed feeling defeat creeping into his heart before the battle even started “How do we get there?” asked Zane, it has been twelve years, and they did not know how things were in the water now. “Our people are slaves in there, we sneak in and kill every Mer person we come across.” The Naga princess has changed and was no longer the little girl Zane left with water with many years ago. Now she was ready for war, for what belonged to her, and to be queen.

Axel bowed immediately I finished speaking, and walked out with me. "Master, this is a miracle. If I remember correctly, Zara has been in that condition for the past five years. She has not been able to say anything" Axel marvelled, and smiles escaped my lips. I still can't get myself to believe that my Zara actually spoke the moment she saw the slave. She said it herself that she wants the slave.

“That sounds good, I agree!” “I agree!” “l agree!”. Just like that, the words i agree’ echoed repeatedly within the crowds, for money, they were willing to risk being hunted by humans to sell me. My legs finally gave in as I finally collapsed on the cold ground. Being sold as a slave was something worse than death. Who knew what hell would come upon me once i became a slave, it was so unimaginable but I stood no chance for a bargain seeing how enthusiastic the crowd was, and their affirmation of Beta Miguel’s suggestion, alpha Lawrence nodded his head, having to take up his mind, he turned to look at me nonchalantly and finally voiced out his decision,

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR (24) (Lustful desires) "What do you mean by you don't touch pregnant women?" "Hey! I will double the pay" he heard her argue "Good! just kill Stephanie and you get your money" Jason froze instantly His face truned pale as he stood behind the door in shock, he was still trying to process what he just heard, his ears ach from the bad words that just poured in, things he never expected, things like this are what the average African will call an Abomination, something that should never be thought of or talked about.

But soon, Grace shakes her head and says, “ Actually it was because the human slave.” I open my eyes wide in surprise. If what Grace said is true, how can Emelia still stay in Cody’s room as if nothing has happened? Grace seems to have understood what I am thinking. She continues, “ I do not know why that Mia was arrested but I do know Emelia designed a date in the oils and prepared some silver pieces with her friend, another human slave. You must know they were arrested and stayed in prison for several days.”

Why hadn’t I seen it this way before? Suddenly buoyant about the possibility, I nodded to myself. I was a grown male. I could restrict myself for a week or two. I’d gone so deeply into my thoughts that I hadn’t thought about the fact that she was watching me. And growing more and more nervous. Presumably because I hadn't answered her, she swallowed for a third time, closed her eyes, and offered that stunning sacrifice once more. “I am… your slave, Casimir,” she breathed, eyes screwed tightly shut and forehead pinched. “If what you want isn’t violent, I will… I am willing to try. Please.”

His eyes glowing fiery hot as he spoke, his wide huge arms flexing in the air as he huffed with pride and pure vengeance. A wounded man. I knew Tagon too well that he doesn’t make empty promises, he never lied, he was too honest to a fault. My mind's eyes took a little flashback to what it meant to be a slave, the agony, despair, the lashings, concubines and acts of pleasure slaves were subjected to no one deserves to go through so much suffering and the reason I'll fight to get it eradicated. “I’m the worst woman in history, yes! Take your anger on me and burn me to hell. Let my carcass fall on your feet but a life of slavery isn’t what I want to partake in ever again!”

Soren's words were a bullet straight through my heart. That clean future was the one escape we had earned after twelve years of fighting and bleeding, of clinging to each other since our days on the streets. And just like that, he destroyed it. He couldn't even be bothered to tell me to my face. Inside the club, his drunken men continued their discussion. "That Abby would never give up this life of luxury. Without the Boss's protection, she wouldn't last a day out there." "Exactly. After all the good years the Boss gave her? No way she'd walk away from that."

“He also said you’re so dirty that you do nothing for him. So he had to come to me. He said that he only wanted a clean body like mine.” I finally snapped. The nightmare from when I was sixteen had taken me twelve full years to heal from. He had used it as a punchline in bed with his mistress. “How dare you bring that up!” I lost all composure. I screamed and raised my hand, then put every ounce of strength I had into slapping her. It made an extremely sharp, crisp sound. The force of the slap made Wendy stumble. Her forehead slammed hard into the corner of the shoe cabinet by the doorway.