Twelve Years A Slave Novels & Stories

Celine I have been working as a slave maid for five years to earn redemption for a crime I never committed. At three p.m. today, my last shift ends, meaning I won’t have to be a slave anymore. My eyes landed on the clock, and I watched as it chimed three. At the same time, the invisible weight I had carried on my shoulders for the last five years was lifted. A tear slid down my cheek. “I’m free,” I whispered to myself as I got up from my spot on the floor. Today, I was going to see my parents when they came to get me. A smile widened on my lips again. I would get to see my mama again.

Second floor, or basement. Walking down, I was both relived and sickened when I found the cells where the slaves were held. Each one had a cot, a makeshift sink connected to a series of hoses, and a trunk for clothes and other necessities. There were twenty women down here, all of them staring at me strangely. “Are any of you the daughter of Luna Alisha,” I asked. No one spoke, which meant I had my answer. Walking forward, I knelt in front of one of the women. She looked defeated, the life nearly gone from her eyes.

“Let me tell you something, Irene. Stop thinking about when you were still a slave. You left that life eight years ago. You are no longer a slave and please stop seeing yourself as a slave,” I exhaled. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

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.

The double doors of Mr. Butcher's room are pushed open by two guys who pull in Sophia and another slave, throwing them at the feet of Mr./Mrs. Butcher. "They were both brought here three months ago," one of the guys informs the couples. "Which one of you is Robert Scofield's daughter?" Mrs. Butcher interrogates the slaves. In fear the other slave nervously turns to Sophia, who wears a tense grimace. The couples get the message already.

But he clearly acted like he did not and instead swallowed hard, facing the loan shark. "Sir, I am here to plead for this young servant. She's the youngest slave here and is just ten years old. She does not deserve all of this. She does not even deserve to be here. I beg that you help let this girl free. I know that no slave deserves to go through what they through in this place or any other place but please sir, I beg that you let this particular girl go."

She went back into her room and broke into tears. She couldn't tell why she was crying...she couldn't. Is it for the fact that she no longer has her freedom or for the fact that another headache is coming to her? Nina couldn't say. She lay on the bed and cried. Her sobs were soon heard by the boys outside and they all wondered what was wrong with her. "The slave is crying seriously." Tom told Daniel. Daniel looked at him and shrugged. "She must be frustrated. Her father leaving her here.....and everything." Daniel replied.

I said and kiara smile and niharika laughed like a witch. "Ohh wait wait wait what did you just mention your husband *she laughed like a witch* so for your kind information let me tell you you are his slave. Just his slave whom he doesn't love but lusted more than anything. He just fucks you to overcome his stress and you have already consider him as your husband. You are a slut nandini one day he will handover you to his other servants just let him got over you. " Niharika said and my eyes just watered. I don't want to hear this but this is only truth of my life. Yes i am a sex slave.

one of Mariam's servants whose name was Rebecca. She was always helping Galene do her chores whenever Mariam wasn't in sight. She had helped and assisted Galene a lot and Galene couldn't help but be thankful. "I was at the kitchen" Galene replied and the girl sighed sadly, her gaze fixed on Galene. She was facing a lot of pain and trauma at this her young age. First, her husband was shot with a poisoned arrow, and next, their most trusted persons betrayed and turned her into a slave not minding her pregnant state and now, her husband was no were to be found. He had disappeared from his sickbed.

And today that kind of life just began for her, because she will get sold today, to her new master, the one who will determine if she lives or not. It has been ten years since her mom sold her to one of the famous auction houses in the country known for their notorious purchase and selling of girls. Her mother sold her for five pouches of coins, she tried hating her, she want to but she knows how hard it was for her. It is hard to survive out there, it is hard for the commoners and slaves, you have to do dirty things in order to live. Just to survive, her mom sold her. And her mistress trained her for eight years. Today she is finally a woman. So her mistress said, "You are finally a woman,