Lahat ng Kabanata ng Intercepted: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Sarah's heart raced as she sat among her colleagues, anticipation coiling in her chest like a spring ready to release. The atmosphere in the auditorium was electric with the promise of recognition and advancement. Today marked the Hospital's foundation day celebration, a day eagerly awaited by all the staff, but for Sarah, it held an even deeper significance. It was the day when the names of the doctors who had excelled and were to be promoted would be announced. For two years, she had poured her soul into her work, relentlessly pursuing excellence, driven by the singular goal of being recognized as the best. And now, as she sat on the edge of her seat, her dreams hung in the balance, poised to either soar to new heights or shatter like fragile glass. The journey to this moment had been fraught with challenges and sacrifices. Countless sleepless nights spent poring over medical texts, sacrificing personal time and relationships for the demands of her career, all in pursuit of this sin

Colonel Zakariah stood at the precipice of chaos, his country torn apart by the flames of civil war. For two long years, he had fought tirelessly against the rebels who sought to overthrow the government he had sworn to protect. But with each passing day, the conflict had only escalated, leaving destruction and despair in its wake. The rebels had waged a relentless campaign of destruction, targeting the very foundations of the city's infrastructure and leaving its people to suffer the consequences. Hospitals lay in ruins, schools shuttered, and basic services a distant memory. The once-thriving metropolis had been reduced to a shell of its former self, its streets haunted by the specter of violence and fear. In the face of such devastation, Zakariah knew that drastic measures were needed to stem the tide of bloodshed. Desperate to stem the flow of casualties, he had reached out to neighboring countries in a bid to secure much-needed medical assistance. It was a small ray of hope in a

Sarah's heart pounded with a mixture of relief and apprehension as she entered Zakariah's quarters. The simple, one-bedroom accommodation felt like a sanctuary compared to the bleak confines of her prison cell. She took a moment to survey her surroundings, noting the sparse furnishings and utilitarian design. It was clear that this was a space meant for functionality rather than luxury, a place where Zakariah could retreat from the chaos of the outside world. But as Sarah's gaze fell upon herself, she was struck by the stark contrast between the cleanliness of Zakariah's quarters and her own disheveled appearance. The grime of days spent in captivity clung to her skin, mingling with the dried blood of a rebel's wounds. Her hair hung in greasy tangles around her face, and her lips were cracked and dry from dehydration. The stench of sweat and filth permeated the air around her, a constant reminder of the indignities she had endured. Zakariah entered the room, his expression betraying

Sarah awoke the next morning to find herself alone in the room, the absence of her captor palpable in the stillness of the space. With a flicker of hope, she scanned the room once more, even venturing into the washroom in a desperate bid to confirm his departure. He was truly gone. The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger. Swiftly, Sarah resolved to seize the opportunity for escape. With a sense of urgency propelling her forward, she hastily prepared to depa

In the days that followed, Sarah found herself navigating the treacherous waters of her new life with a sense of grim determination. Passive submission became her only recourse, her spirit broken by the knowledge that resistance would only invite further misery upon her. She understood all too well that fighting Zakariah would only serve to exacerbate her suffering, so she made the difficult decision to adapt to her circumstances and mold herself into the image of the woman he desired. Each morning began with the sharp rap of a guard's knuckles on the door, signaling the start of another day in captivity. Sarah would rise, her movements sluggish with exhaustion, as she joined Zakariah for breakfast. He would often feed her, a gesture that felt both tender and suffocating in its intimacy. Despite the facade of domesticity, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling of being a puppet in Zakariah's twisted game of control. After breakfast, her daily routine consisted of menial tasks—cleaning, tid