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The Unsuspecting Slave

Novel By: Siara

Roza Gonzales has had everything she has ever loved taken away from her, when she was 6 her parents were murdered at a robbery, leaving her orphaned. Growing up was hard, trying to get the best grades to get into the best college. One night as she is walking home from her part time job someone comes up behinds her and knocks her out with chloroform. A few days later Roza wake up in a cell in chains. No later after that is she being auctioned off, to a complete stranger.
Tristan Sorrento has had everything, rich and powerful, even owns his own island. He has gotten everything he wanted, so when he sees a beautiful green eyed slave on the Black market he jumps at a chance to buy her and make everyone jealous. Shortly after he meets her, he realizes that she is not only beautiful and disobedient, but secretive to, day by day he finds himself more intrigued and compelled. “I’m scared that I might be falling in love with her…”
What will happen to Roza and Tristan? Will they get past Roza’s dangerous secret past, or will they become destroyed by the hate, love, and passion.
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Submitted:Apr 23, 2013    Reads: 703    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Chapter 11 "Let me go you fucker!" I shout. The man backhands me and slides his hands down my cheek cupping my chin and forcing a kiss on me, strokes my mouth with his thumb. Gripping my head in his large hands forcing me to stay put, I look at him in disgust he is like in his forties gross! "The names John but you can call me master." He starts to say but I laugh and give him a cold stare. "My only master is and will always be Tristan, I love him!" I shriek earning me yet another slap, I can see black dots dancing around my vision, oh how I miss my Tristan, "Please let me go" I whimper with tears now cascading down my cheeks. "I'm sorry me Amor but alas, I cannot, you are worth a lot of money, and I hear you give amazing blowjobs." He smirks and undoes his pants. "No" I whisper, Tristan please, come and save me! I don't want to die like this, by the same hands that murdered my parents. I will make it through. Somehow.


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