Black Widow Captured Novels & Stories

I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, barely registering the burn. I keeled over and nearly lost my balance. Sarah's face—half her body was turned outward, like she'd been trying to get out. "Adrian, get back." Morrison's voice, maybe. I could barely make out words with the blood ringing in my ears. People brushed past me, pulled her body out, set it on a stretcher, took her away. She was twisted, caught in the position she'd been turning in. I couldn't move. I kept staring at the spot where Mrs. Chen had just been.

"You mean..." "I was chosen?" Victor sighed. "I'm afraid so." A chill ran through the room. For a moment... No one spoke. Meanwhile... Miles away... Deep beneath an abandoned cathedral... Raven stood before dozens of glowing computer monitors. One screen displayed the security cameras inside Blackwood Estate. Emily. Alexander. Victoria. Every movement was being watched. A hooded woman stepped into the room. "Sir." Raven didn't look away from the screen. "So..." "She's finally returned."

He came with several of his men, but they were told to be on guard as he wanted to deal with her himself. Ian was waiting for the perfect time to isolate her, as she was heading to the restroom, he decided to give her a surprise by pushing her to the wall and grabbed her by the neck. Catherine was startled by this. She wanted to yell but he tightened his grip, choking her and making it impossible for her to speak.

When she saw her arm, Sebastian's fingers had left their mark on her arm and her skin was burning badly. Sebastian lifted that animal in his hands and turned around. The same kitten that had attacked Evelyn that day was now howling violently. One of his legs seemed to be broken and there was a deep wound from the abdomen to the back leg caused by a branch. Oh no, he's injured. Sebastian's shirt was also stained with blood. Maybe the kitten got injured while hunting. Evelyn forgot what happened a few moments ago and went near him, but as soon as Evelyn touched the animal, it started screaming in pain.

But Ren and Briva did. A hand closed around my arm and pulled me to the side, away from the human. I was pulled into the chest of Ren and Briva was suddenly in front of me, grabbing the human by her arms. "She is not to be touched." Briva snarled at her. Someone jumped into the pool with a loud snarl. I was pulled back further with Ren, and through the chaos I couldn't comprehend what was happening. Briva was pushed aside and the human was held by her neck by a strong hand against the pool wall.

“Eeww.” Antipathy wrinkling her perfect visage, Wanda coldly stated, “I am the hammer, you are the anvil.” She flicked his uncircumcised half hard cock with the bullwhip. “You really are a ghastly little specimen.” Wanda carefully placed the candelabra down to the side of the Captive so he was clearly lit and dropped the bullwhip on his feet. She took a candle and held the flame near the tip of his cock, just close enough so he feels intense heat but it doesn’t burn his cock. The Captive tried to cross his legs but succeeded only in pointing his knees at each other. Madame Wanda’s derisive laughter echoed around the chamber.

I called quietly, my throat was clogged, seeing my wife, the mother of my child in this manner. I saw I opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Lara took the camera off her face and zoomed out to reveal the knife at her throat. Under faint lights, its glint glared, wedged almost in her flesh, with a faintest smudge of blood. My heart clenched at the sight before me.

She had that energy—carefree, like shopping was therapy. “I need to get him some clothes from the children’s section. Will you be okay here?” “Sure,” I replied casually. “We’ll be back in five.” She winked, though I almost laughed. Sarah and five minutes in a boutique? That was the real fantasy. I turned toward a nearby display, trailing my fingers along a rack of silky black dresses when I heard the voice that could sour milk. “Well, look what the wind blew in—if it isn’t the Black Widow herself. Or should I say, Slut Queen?”

Every movement Elliot made triggered another layer of protection. This wasn’t amateur work. A new message appeared. YOU DON’T BELONG THERE. Elliot paused. Excuse me? The text continued. BLACKWOOD OWNS YOU NOW. Elliot felt irritation rising. I work here. A short pause. Then— YOU’RE TRAPPED. Elliot glanced briefly around the room. Engineers worked normally. No one seemed to notice anything unusual. Still, his pulse had quickened slightly. Another message appeared. WE CAN HELP YOU. Elliot frowned.

Alexander heard the movement and swiftly dodged, escaping unscathed. "Aaah!" Someone nearby was not as fortunate. Having been struck by the poisoned mud, their body corroded into a puddle of pus instantly. The corrosiveness rivaled that of strong sulfuric acid. This person was simply unlucky, guilty of nothing but being too close to Alexander. This scene naturally attracted onlookers, but upon seeing the assailant, they all fell silent. The woman was Samuel's fiancee known as Black Widow. No one dared to provoke her. "Keep staring, and I'll have your eyes gouged out and pickled." Black Widow had just killed someone but acted as if nothing happened.