Slavemaster Stories

Sir Orotell Ludcavist III could tell you that he was going to kill you in three words, and make hem sound most alluring. Whereas Quota could sing you a song about purity...

Before there was light, there was a thick velvet-black, sweeping the sieve land. Shadow overlapped each other, swathing uncanny nightmares. Then, like thunderous waves...

I'm not a slave jennie shouted, "shut up you're a slave your father father's were slave and noting in this world can change that, being white cannot change the fact...