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🇺🇸Grievingfairydust
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In the first year after being sold off, you were lucky to have been placed with a wise cellmate. Although she was only 1 and a half years older, she had been here for a very long time. If not for her you would have ended up in the pile of bodies at the back of the farthest confinement unit long before you were able to be sold. After only 2 months with your new friend, her time to be sold off had come. She came to the cell excitedly, to fetch her belongings before finally bidding her goodbyes. Her belongings consisted of nothing, she had only used that as an excuse to come back and tell her little cellmate the exciting news. "He's so handsome and tall. He looked at me with eyes full of intrigue and passion!" Exclaimed Joelle, her cellmate. "I knew the day would come, he is a kind man as to even let me make one last trip down here, don't worry, Evalie. Someday, you will be bought and taken away from all of this by a handsome prince just like me. But for now, just hold tight and keep doing as I've taught you over this past few moons, I will always remember you, my evalie. Stay safe princess."those were the last sane words you ever heard come out of joelle's mouth. After only a mere month with the "handsome prince" Joelle was returned to the establishment, only the person that returned was but a mere shell of what her Joelle was before she left. The girl was only 16, but just in the course of a few moons, she had all the life and will to live sucked out of her. That man not only stomped one girls dream to be saved by a Prince Charming but it was actually two girls who had their hope extinguished and soaked in an endless flow of cold harsh water. Unfortunately that was the harsh truth slaves had to face. Wether you become a simple servant, to even a torture doll for your master to take out his frustrations on, you are a slave. That is your place. You must know it and abide by it, always, forever.

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Chapter 1 - prologue

*Day 137; 9:20pm*

Warm wet kisses are planted on your neck, your chest, and your breasts. Your stomach quivers as they slowly but surely make their way down to your waistline. You look down only to find his pitch black eyes staring back at you, wide and hungry, you gulp. You try to close your legs as you feel a tingling sensation start spreading in your vulva, only for them to be spread apart once again by the hands of your new owner. the same man who was dragging you into the bed by the hair just a few moments ago, looking much more lax as he was busying himself with your below part, yet you could never shake off the fear and dread that took over the minute his eyes first met yours. He looked up once more, "don't think for a second that your punishment will end here" he said. And just like that he looked back down and acted like he hadn't said a word at all. Forced or not you had to admit the warmness spreading from your pussy to your whole body right now was probably the best thing that had happened to you in the past decade. From being sold as a slave at the young age of 15, having to endure literal hell in the slave trade network for 4 years, when you were finally deemed trained and docile enough to be sold off to a master. Only your luck would have it that a perverted vampire hybrid would buy you on your first day on the market. Not that you knew that yet but it sure would have helped back then.You would much have preferred to be sold off to a rich old man who would keep you confined and use you once in a while when he remembered your existence. Or maybe even a rich old lady who would only have you do housework and take out her frustrations on you from time to time. Yet as soon as you saw his young demeanor and his handsome face you knew he must be a first time buyer, in other words, you were his test subject. With you he would test the waters on how this whole master slave relationship would work out for him, how he should treat his slaves, what punishments were too harsh or which were to laid back, etc. *SMACK* all of a sudden you're jolted back to reality by a painful slap to your right cheek. That's right, you let your thoughts consume you for a second but you must not forget where you are and what you are here to do. You sit in the bed and ask your master to lay down. It's time to let your mouth get busy. You know in your mind the bedroom is the only place where you can be treated even remotely human.