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Does he really expect me to go to bed right now, or does he mean something completely different by getting ready for bed? We pass multiple guards as I follow quietly behind Cephus, not wanting to draw more attention to myself. I think I’m still in shock. I haven’t freaked out yet, which seems absurd. I just had a mostly civilized dinner with my captor, who sees me as a possession. I wonder what it was that broke him. What made him so dark and cold? What made him into a person who takes women as payment? Most importantly, is there any good left inside of him?

Playlist ~ Dierks Bentley - You can't bring me down *Captive's Home* The morning came by so quickly and Anna's kidnapper was ready for another torturing show. He walks down to the basement with cigarette in his mouth. His face was partly covered with a black mask revealing just his lips and his eyes. When he got to the basement, he turn on one of the lights and it shown directly on Anna like a spotlight. The brightness of the light almost blinded Anna, she groans softly and flutters her eyes open while her head was in a low bow.

I got into the elevator and go to the basement floor just like i was instructed. The elevator opened and now i'm in the basement floor. I'm running towards the exit and keep running until i reach the road full of cars passing by. I’m pretty sure, Karen should've realised my absence by now. I tried to stop any car but each time I failed. Until finally a red old car stopped. An old woman was driving. "Can I help you young lady?" She asked from the window. "Please help me. I've been kidnapped!" I explained quickly.

Because in that kiss I felt what I’d hoped for—acceptance, love, a future I hadn’t dared dream. When he broke the kiss, his forehead rested against mine. I felt his breath on my skin. “You’ve given me everything,” he said quietly. My eyes filled. “And you’ve given me hope.” He smiled. “Then let’s hold on to it.” And in the hush that followed, the city outside thundered. The elevator dinged. The blinds rustled ever so slightly. Somewhere, someone watched. Because promises made in the dark have consequences in the light. ★

She was in a penthouse in the middle of a city she did not fully know, surrounded by his people, with her phone and her thoughts and a message from her oldest friend telling her to run. Did everyone know she was being kept here? Is that what this was? Did people on the outside know she was essentially a captive in a golden building and she had been so busy losing herself in the situation that she had stopped seeing it clearly. She set the phone down on the bed. She pressed both palms flat against her eyes. What the hell was happening. ********************************************* The men were on their knees when Dimitri walked into the room. Three of them, hands bound behind their backs, hea

The space was small and dark, filled with cleaning supplies and the musty smell of disuse. I can't see anything. I can't breathe. My captor spun me around, pressing my back against the cold concrete wall. In the dim light filtering through a small window, I caught a glimpse of dark hair and predatory eyes that made my blood turn to ice. "Hello, beautiful," Dominic Blackwood purred, his voice like silk and sin. "Did you miss me?" It's him. Dear God, it's really him. Terror flooded my system, making my knees weak and my vision blur. This was it - the moment I'd been running from, the nightmare that had finally caught up with me.

But as he moved closer, his unbelieving eyes discerned an adolescent boy’s gray profile, features shrouded by darkness, and printed across the bottom was: Gavin Patchett. One of the story’s main protagonists, Michael Lockenstein, was an autistic savant whose prophetic visions had become entangled in a serial murder case. Hence the book’s title—Shades of Darkness—because it described the different shades of darkness the boy had endured his entire life. His first novel.

Liam turned back around and addressed her calmly, “It appears you have unlocked the doors to darkness. We ask that you be more patient and cautious in your journey down the path of knowledge. All things come in time.” Without warning, he raised his arms high above his head. This time he formed a small glowing ball of firelight. It hovered overhead in the center of the room, spinning rapidly while heat permeated the room, warming her throughout her body and immediately calming her and bringing her back to her senses.

I stared at the window, watching people walking down the street, and for perhaps the first time in my life, I wondered if any of them were a wizard or a sorceress, and if so, if they had to do what I did - to always run away from something and be careful about everything they do - are they as homeless as I am? I sighed and took a sip of my cup of coffee. After looking out the window again, I saw a tall, well-built guy, about 19 years old, with dark eyes and black half-long, wavy hair, falling slightly over his left eye. His complexion was milky white, which was quite strange, as his features suggested that he was rather Italian. This young man wore dark navy blue jeans and a white shirt with

They were in captivity, but it could have been worse - for example, the Venator killing stations. "Dom?" I called my best friend, but didn't expect an answer. As I knew him, he was back in the cage with the drooling monsters and tied bows in their hair and through the thick armored glass window he couldn't hear me. The thought that he could really do it made me smile. But I immediately lost it when I passed cage number thirty-seven. This proles was calm, waiting for his opportunity. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush.