Flame of a Candle

Flame of a Candle

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"The life of a slave is harsh. I mean, you just wake up one day and you suddenly find yourself working in a field or a quarry, harvesting fields upon fields of wheat or toiling a thousand rock faces for iron ores. You don't remember what peaceful life you had before, you don't remember the luxuries you had, you don't remember your friends, or even your family. You're just living one night as a normal person, and the next morning you're used as a tool. An old, rusted tool, broken and battered and almost worthless. Slaveholders? Tch. They couldn't care less if you just decide to break down completely --- they'll replace you, like the rich people they are. "As a slave, nobody will care. Nobody notices you. Nobody talks to you. They act like you're the mud on the ground: not worth their precious time at all. And when you die, they act like nothing really happened, nothing important took place, and they just go on about their day. It makes you feel like you've been invisible this whole time, doesn't it? Just...poof. Gone. Vanished. Put out. "They treat you like you're nothing but the flame of a candle...and they all become forest fires."
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[COMPLETED] As I was beginning to relax, a new terror coursed through my body at his next word, "Strip." "Ex-excuse me?" I blurted out. I wasn't getting undressed in front of him, I barely knew him. He must have been trying to gain something from me and I doubted my fear and embarrassment was what he wanted. Adrenous didn't say anything as he drew his hands up my back and halted at the laces of my dress. I felt him tug at one of the nots and I instantly pulled away and turned to face him, no longer caring that his manhood was out for all to see. Just like that part of him, he too was a dick. "I'm not getting undressed in front of you!" I yelled at him. "Your mine, Alivia," My name passed his lips easily and hearing him say it did things to me which I didn't want to admit. Instead I glared at him, he said I was his as if I was some kind of possession that he could do with as he pleased. He added, "Let me take care of you." I didn't know what he meant by that, all I knew was that I had no intention of doing as he had asked. ✨🌕✨ BOOK ONE OF THE KING SERIES ⚠️ WARNING: this book is mature and should only be read if you are 18+. There are depictions of mature language, violence and sexual behaviour. 𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑠: 'I love your writing. You go into great detail to where I can actually picture what is happening whether it be sexual or action scene. I am taken to a whole other world when reading the story.' - @AngelaHarvey423 'I'm enjoying this story so far. It's very clearly written. You somehow managed to give it a fresh take even though stories like this are so common here. It's very well balanced so far. I look forward to seeing the journey you'll take the story on.' - @thelisa365 'This book is amazing, you write in such detail that I feel like I'm watching a movie. This book is so good. - @Limelight_100

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