Captivate Sentence Romane & Geschichten

I told him with all of my heart, gazing into his dark amber eyes with the same intensity and burning passion. “I love you so much more, Agathe Clementine Capucine-Silvestri. I love you so much more than you can imagine. You are my world, my hope, my redemption, my salvation, the light in my darkness. You captivated me and enthralled me. You tamed me, shattered me and built me again, piece by piece.”

he clarified with a mischievous smile. Trusting that—for once—he might actually be telling the truth, I looked into his eyes. Naturally, our gazes locked immediately, and I felt the pull toward him—strong and magnetic—but the usual spicy scent didn’t come. Though he wasn’t smiling, a spark of amusement flickered in his eyes. I felt his fingers touch my waist and slowly draw me closer. With two small steps, we stood pressed together on the edge of the precipice. Our eyes still locked, yet I felt no compulsion, no voice commanding me—everything I did was of my own will.

Then Tyler says, quietly but with absolute conviction: "She's been conditioned. That's what they do." "She wasn't, it didn't look like conditioning. It looked real." "It always looks real." He pulls a chair around and sits facing me, elbows on his knees. "Leo. That's the whole mechanism. It's not fake happiness they manufacture, it's real happiness they engineer. They create circumstances that make the captive feel genuinely safe, genuinely accepted, genuinely valued, and then that feeling becomes the evidence the captive uses to tell themselves they're not a captive." I want to argue with him. I sit with the impulse and let it pass.

Fright clenched my heart and my body trembled. Then he crooked his head. “Beautiful,” he uttered in a guttural undertone. Neither of us moved. I blinked up at him. My captor admired me. Of course, he did. He has sampled more pints of my blood than any other. Then again, my fear picked up an additive to it when I realized that he could easily overpower me and have his way with me. He wouldn’t force himself on me, would he? I suddenly wanted the planet Jupiter between me and his evil kind.

Liam uttered with tears welled up in his eyes. "Well that's good for her, she would have peace in the human world. I'm here make a deal with you" I made my reason known to him, hoping that this would turn out as I hoped it would be. "Isn't that so cute? How big is that problem that brings my captor to his captive prison to strike a deal?"

But as I gazed into his eyes, I saw something there that made my heart skip a beat. He held me captive, but it wasn't just his grip that kept me in place. There was something about him, something that drew me in and made me want to stay. I felt a flutter in my chest as he leaned closer, his lips mere inches from mine. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I realized I wouldn't let him dictate my fate. "You're not going to keep me captive," I said, my voice firm. I struggled against his grasp, but he held tight.

I asked in panic. Kaptan mocked me by smirking too. “With just a flick of my finger, I can make that jail disappear,” he stated. “Libulan already lost his powers because of you. What do you think will happen if I dropped him from this height?” he asked me, and Kaptan grinned maniacally when my face turned pale. “You dirty—!” I halted when he raised his other hand.

The Luca currently suspended above me looks murderous with rage. Against my better judgement, my stomach tightens with fear. "I do not think you fully grasp the severity of your situation, my pet. You. Are. My. Captive. I guess it's high time I educated you on how this master-captive situation will go." Master-captive situation? Give me a break.

he said calmly, as if they’d simply finished a conversation, “let’s go get on that plane, baby.” I rose on unsteady legs. There was no fight left in me, no fire, no plea. Just the hollow obedience of a girl who had finally learned what it meant to be his captive heart.