At Willowbrook Plantation, Thomas Whitaker strikes a dark deal: Caleb, a young boy once saved by Amina and Dahabu, must now hunt them down and kill them in exchange for his master’s favor and a bag of stolen coin. But the serpent hears everything. As the fugitives flee deeper into shadowed woods, slave catchers draw near, and a returning ally offers hope—until the serpent’s influence twists the night. In the mist, loyalty shatters, magic strikes, and a single betrayal changes everything. By dawn, one of them lies dead… and the snake is still hungry.

DISCLAIMER: This episode contains fictional depictions of slavery, racial injustice, and supernatural elements woven into a historical fantasy setting. While the tone may include moments of dark humor or surreal dialogue—especially through the voice of the serpent—this work does not seek to make light of the very real pain and trauma experienced during that time in history.

“Slaved” is a work of speculative fiction meant to reclaim power through myth, magic, and imagination—centered around Black characters navigating and resisting systems of oppression. Listener discretion is advised.

Welcome to the deep South, where cotton grows fast, whispers grow faster, and one plantation runs just a little too smooth. Amina—a cunning witch with a serpent soul—and Dahabu, a man torn between beast and brotherhood, have taken control of Willowbrook. The enslaved are working faster. The money's rolling in. And Thomas Whitaker? He’s smiling all the way to the bank… but not everyone’s clapping. His wife, Abigail, has had enough. Enough of the glances. Enough of the profits that feel more like spells. She spreads the word, ignites suspicion, and stirs up a full-blown Southern PAC—Plantation Accountability Coalition—with pitchforks, rumors, and side-eyes sharp enough to cut sugarcane.

Told with a twist of dark humor, spine-prickling magic, and a sly, snarky serpent who might have something to say about all this—this episode dances on the edge of fear and fantasy.

It's dramatic. It's bold. And oh yes, it’s supernatural.
Because on Willowbrook, control is an illusion...
and snakes never sleep.

In this chilling chapter of African Werewolf, the snake speaks in the shadows. The voice is not Amina’s—but the serpent who lives within her. Freed from the bounds of flesh, the black mamba prowls the decks of the Sable Marauder under cover of night. Unseen, it creeps into sailors' dreams, sowing fear, betrayal, and doubt. No one escapes—not even Dahabu, the so-called captain, whose haunted past becomes the serpent’s most twisted canvas.

As dawn rises, the witch returns, but the crew wakes up different—marked, shaken, and unaware of the true puppet master aboard their ship.

Will Dahabu survive what slithers inside his mind? Or has the serpent already won?

Before her family and village feared her, Amina was just a girl who lovedand woshipped her brother.
When the village elders declared him ready to prove his manhood, they escorted him into the wild. Only his body returned—torn by a lion, his life ended before it truly began. Grief turned to blame. Blame turned to punishment. And Amina, accused of cursing fate, was cast into a cave.
They thought the darkness would break her. Instead, it fed her.
Alongside a serpent, she learned silence, survival—and power. Now Amina walks among men again, not as a girl of sorrow, but as a woman reborn in venom and vengeance.
This is the truth they tried to bury.

The African jungle breathes. And, watches.
As Dahabu and his companions trek deeper into the cursed island, the trees close in, and the air turns heavy with unseen menace. Grotesque sculptures—once men, now moss-covered warnings—line their path, faces frozen in fear. Lights flicker like spirits among the branches. At the trail’s end: an ancient temple, part ruin, part heartbeat of something dark.
Inside lies the Moon’s Shard, pulsing with power and peril. But it won’t be taken easily. Riddles twist like vines. Traps strike at mind and soul.
Then—
From the temple’s shadows, she emerges.
Amina. The witch.
Graceful, unreadable, dangerous. Her green eyes shimmer with power not her own. The jungle stills. The snake within whispers. And the island… hungers.

Beneath an African sky, Dahabu lives as a man of strength, love, and deep connection to his land, his wife Nia, and their children. But when white marauders rip him from everything he holds dear, Dahabu’s world shatters. Imprisoned in the belly of a slave ship, haunted by chains and the screams of the dying, he clings to one thing: the fire inside him.
Under a full moon, that fire erupts.
In a fierce battle against the ship’s cursed captain—who reveals his monstrous, lupine form—Dahabu must rely on the instincts of a hunter and the rage of a father torn from his family. With broken chains in hand, he faces death not as a victim, but as a warrior whose spirit refuses to be caged.
The legend begins—not with a bite, but with blood, fury, and the will to fight back.

Before the legend has a name, there is blood.

The drums of the New Yam Festival celebrate with rhythm and joy when suddenly, the sky splits open with fire. Pale-skinned invaders descend like a curse, their weapons tearing through families and homes. An old woman runs—not empty-handed—clutching a child whose tiny fingers grip her like a lifeline. Through smoke and screams, through a forest that swallows sound, she does what generations have always done—survive.
The village burns. But something ancient stirs in the ashes.
A legend is coming.