Caged No More Novels & Stories

Tall watch towers and xamps A hand-painted sign bolted on the heavy gate read: BREEDING CAMP 17 – AUTHORIZED MALES ONLY – FERTILE STOCK PROTECTED. Oh no. This was bad. Real fucking bad. My stomach twisted. I’d heard the stories whispered in the undercities: women dragged here chained to breeding benches used until their bodies gave out. There was no escape,no mercy. Just endless cycles of being fucked and giving birth and milked Two new guards dragged me out by the elbows. My bare feet hit gravel. The night air was cold enough to make my nipples hard

Maybe thirty of us total. All caged like animals. "Where..." My voice cracks. "Where am I?" "Medellín. Colombia." The woman in the cage next to mine is thin, hollow-eyed. "The facility. They'll auction us off in the next day or two." Auction. I can remember the men from the car ride back saying I'll fetch a good price. So that's what they meant? "No." I grip the bars. "No, this can't...someone will come for me. The police, or..."

CAGERS BAR glowed electric blue against the far wall. LIVE BY LOYALTY. FIGHT WITHOUT FEAR. DIE FOR FAMILY. Not exactly the kind of place my mother would have approved of me applying for a job. But rent didn’t care about approval…neither did overdue bills. Another crack echoed through the door, followed by cheering. With a bravery I didn’t feel, I shoved the door open, and stepped into the unknown.

“You serious?” “You’ve done enough dramatic villain entrances for one day,” Liam says. She narrows her eyes at him. “I had just about enough of your shit. You seem to forget who got your fucking cuffs off.” Before Liam snaps back, I ask, “What is all this?” Hazel looks at me, blowing out a breath to calm herself. “This is a cage.” She turns to look at Ronan. “One you control.” Ronan’s eyes widen, and we turn to look down from the elevated entrance above the courtyard. The steel barriers of the doors that are exits and entrances to the round grassy space. Inside, Assembly members, warriors, and hunters beat at various gates trying to get free.

I have never been afraid of death but I am afraid of this door opening to reveal that woman whose face was like a sculpture in an art museum; devoid of emotions. I have lost track of time. This is the fourth day I have not been slapped into oblivion or been sedated. There are iron bars she constructed on the door. I was half awake the day she did it. It was after that she gave me more injections. This place feels like a higher level of the place I was held before. I seem to have been promoted to a different level of suffering. My food here has been two donuts in a transparent bag. She throws it through the bars to land on the couch or the bed. So I crawl to reach it if it is far off. The pai

She must make up for what she has caused herself. Things weren't going according to her plan. She wanted to expose him, punish him and sent him to jail but seems like she is the one who's in jail, his house. She couldn't help but describe this luxurious penthouse as a jail. Afterall how can a house become a home when we are trapped in it without consent. She felt like a caged bird. No matter if the cage is made of gold or rubies if that makes you feel like hostage. The screeching sound of the car caught her attention and like a curious cat she peeked a little to see the familiar porshe car making its way inside. Her already accelerated heart started beating violently at the mere alert.

“It’s very possible.” Marc said nothing else as Keegan driven him interior the cage. The scent of sawdust and oil was so solid presently, it overwhelmed everything else,including Bronaugh’s tasty fragrance. Keegan appeared him the soil bicycles they rode in lieu of steeds, told him approximately all of the distinctive competitions they held and how they were diverse utilizing Fae or maybe than creatures, and clarified to him how they’d strengthened the cage and the building to avoid any escapes. As they meandered over to the bucking chute, Marc seem see a burrow that went right through the center of the stands on the other side of it. “Is that where they’re held?” he asked.

[What are you doing, by the way? Jaguar Chameleon [At the clinic, I just finished a surgery.] Me Was the surgery successful? Jaguar Chameleon [Of course.] Me [Tsk, arrogant.] Jaguar Chameleon [I'm just being proud of myself.] Me [Yes. Don't come home late, by the way. Jaguar Chameleon [Why? You miss me, hm? Me [Tsk, the ever-confident jaguar.] Jaguar Chameleon [He... I'll try to get home early to keep the frizzy bunny company.]

He muttered and I rolled my eyes back to them. “So Noone is Going to fess up, right?” I asked again but they all seemed Reluctant. “Fine, Two weeks in Death's Cage for all of you!” I said and their eyes widened as they began crying Wildly. “What is death's cage?” Elaine asked. “It's a cage filled with different animals who has been hypnotized not to attack themselves but only humans who were thrown in, it's our torture zone!” Alistair answered her before facing me while I stared intensely at them all.

KADE POV I watch the smoke curl from Brynn’s lips, disappearing into the night air. God, I’ve never wanted to be a cigarette so badly—just to feel those lips wrapped around me. Something in her whispered words makes me shift—a flicker of genuine concern breaking through my professional veneer. “One cage for another. Yeah.” I lean against the railing, letting a brief understanding pass between us. “The difference,” I murmur, “is that Vex’s cage has golden bars. Comfortable prison.”