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The Slave: Zero

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In a city where thunder feels like a warning and silence feels like judgment, a boy named Eric finds himself stranded at the edge of childhood as the world around him begins to fracture. What starts as an ordinary day collapses into unrest. Streets fill with slogans, soldiers, and fear. Laughter turns brittle. Dreams turn dangerous. And Eric, an outsider passing through, becomes an unwilling witness to how quickly normal life can curdle into violence. As protests harden into executions and survival becomes a daily negotiation, Eric is forced to confront something far heavier than fear: the question of what kind of person he will become when running is no longer enough. Pulled into the orbit of other children shaped by loss, especially the sharp-tongued, unsettlingly calm Arop, Eric is exposed to clashing worldviews. One insists that destiny is absolute, that suffering is written long before birth, and that hope is just another lie adults tell themselves. The other, quieter and more fragile, insists that meaning can still be chosen even when the world seems determined to erase it. Beneath the city, hidden camps grow. Above it, speeches promise prosperity while bodies pile up. Rumors circulate of a mysterious asteroid, a cosmic prize capable of reshaping nations and igniting wars far beyond this one city’s borders. Power, ideology, and survival twist together until even children are asked to decide what they are willing to sacrifice for a future they may never see. As Eric navigates trauma, friendship, guilt, and an overwhelming desire to be more than a helpless witness, the line between heroism and obsession begins to blur. Visions haunt him. Philosophies clash. Innocence erodes. And the simple act of choosing to keep going becomes an act of rebellion in itself. This is a story about growing up where growing up is dangerous. About how war doesn’t just kill bodies, it reshapes beliefs. About destiny, free will, and the quiet terror of caring too much in a world that rewards cruelty. And above all, it is about a boy standing at the crossroads between surrendering to a world that insists nothing can change, and daring to believe that even against overwhelming darkness, choosing to struggle still matters.
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My father sold me to the Mafia King

"Oh... Daddy..." I moaned in loss, while he monitored my body's reaction with terrifying focus. He leaned his head toward my ear and whispered with a voice full of promise: "Do you think you're finished, Julie? Tonight, I'm going to make you scream my name until your voice loses the ability to come out... I'm going to teach you what it means to belong to me." His fingers moved inside me with devilish skill; he inserted two fingers together deep into my pussy, opening them and moving them with a delicious cruelty, while his thumb ground my clit in fast, frantic circular motions. "Daddy... I'm going to squirt again... please!" I screamed in a daze, feeling the fourth ecstasy exploding from the depths of my womb and crawling toward my limbs like a wildfire. Robert didn't ease the pressure; instead, he increased the speed of his fingers inside me until the fourth shudder hit me like a hurricane. My body stiffened completely, my back arching until I almost broke, and I let out a long, resounding scream as I began to squirt my fluids profusely like never before. My fluids were gushing out, drenching his hand and the marble of the vanity, while his fingers were still inside me, increasing the violence of the ecstasy and making it last even longer. I was panting like a madwoman, my eyes clouded and seeing nothing, while Robert watched my collapse with a cold, triumphant smile. He didn't withdraw his fingers immediately; instead, he let me shudder as I reached my peak. Then, he leaned toward me and whispered in my ear in a husky voice: "Four times, Julie... and your body is still begging for more from Daddy, isn't it?" ___________________ I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him.My father sold me to a mafia king who owns a VIP club that rents out girls only to politicians and celebrities. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, The girls are imprisoned in royal suites, prepared solely to please the clients, with no hope of escape. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them.But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted
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