We had been stolen from our world, stripped of all honour, all dignity. Deprived of our dreams and hope. Our freedom. Our humanity. Murdered, but still alive. Numb, yet suffering.
Repression. Hate and depression. Lives went by in violence and terror. Torture and executions without sentence, without justice.
They had appeared from nowhere, suddenly and everywhere. The war had lasted for mere hours before mankind surrendered.
The slavers suffered as well. We could see it. Feel it. The hate in our eyes was eating them alive, but they knew nothing else. Their answer was violence. Fear was easier for them to watch.
Today Matvey was being punished. He was beaten. Beaten. And beaten, until he lay dead on the ground.
“Back to work!”
Some started working. Ayo did not.
“What are you standing there for?” The language of the masters was hard, their voices disgusting, like if there was something slimy stuck in their throats.
It lifted its whip. Ayo threw his sledge hammer at the slaver’s soft head. It sunk in. Green liquid poured out. The creature fell to the ground.
The other guards turned around. Lifted their weapons.
“Break your chains!” Screamed Hans. “Kill the guards!”
The guards were outnumbered. Their deaths were painful.
“What have we done? They’ll kill us all!” Despair was glowing from Michel’s tear stained eyes.
“Whatever the future holds, right now the present is without chains. A moment of freedom is worth more than a lifetime in slavery.” We knew Ayo was right. A spark of hope was lit our hearts.
So we ran. We ran until we couldn’t run any more. We ran through forests and swamps, through deserts, around lakes.
We found a place, deep into the wilderness. A place to hunt and collect. A place to defend our freedom in a new world.
Fictionspawn 
Interesting! I hope there is more to follow?
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Probably not, Orwillewrong, but it is an interesting idea. Thanks for reading!
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My pleasure, I enjoy your writing!
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That was epic! I echo those words – I’d much rather be free than enslaved any day or minute of the week. Wonderful story..and I’ll definitely be looking forward to a continuation.
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Hmmm… that’s what Orwillewrong said too… Who knows, maybe there will be 😉 Thanks!
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You’d be a devil not to continue :p
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Haha!
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Actually some decades ago, science fiction writer Larry Niven did create, from his characters’ point of view, a race of extinct advanced aliens called “the Slavers.”
Your tale is also reminiscent of issue #2 of the Marvel comic book “Conan the Barbarian,” published in 1970. The story is called “Lair of the Beast-Men” and tells the saga of a group of humans who have been kept as slaves for generations so they don’t know any other kind of life. They serve a savage race of snow apes, and when Conan is captured by them, he teaches the slaves the true meaning of fighting back and freedom.
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Well, to enslave Conan does sound like a rather bad idea, so I guess they had it coming 😀
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Indeed. Oh, when I first saw the title, I thought it said “Right to Bot” which sort of plays into the last two stories I wrote on my blog.
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Spartacus in sci-fi!!! I really liked this. It would be cool to know what happens to them. Hopefully a happy ending? Asks Your faintest-of-hearts fan?! Cheers and Thanks! 🙂
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Thanks forresting! There might be some day.
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Nice! You can only push people so far, something the invaders are discovering to their cost 🙂
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They sure are 🙂
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“A moment of freedom is worth more than a lifetime in slavery.” Brilliant 👍
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Thanks! Maybe when I’m dead I’ll be quoted on that one 😀 😀
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You’re welcome. But you don’t have to be dead for that. There are people who appreciate good writing.
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🙂
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