Captive In The Dark Novels & Stories

I asked myself, wiping the tears from my eyes and stumbling through the darkness. I would survive on my own! I stumbled as I ran, blinded by the tears streaming down my face. They had began chasing me. The guards were finally out of the room. I had heard the loud bang when they broke through the heavy mahogany doors. They were close to me now. I could hear their footsteps coming closer. As I towards the exit of the pack town, I caught sight of a familiar structure just at the end of the pack. It was the building where I had spent hours making potions.

Seeing the feet pause outside of the stall, I shoved the door hard outward, smacking whoever had been standing there. Not bothering to wash my hands, I quickly unlocked the bathroom door and ran out, only to be captured by the freaking guy. “Let me go, asshole,” I muttered bitterly. “Are you Jade Pinkerton?” He inquired and I eyed him strangely. “What if I am what it is to you?” I questioned. “I am a member of the OCH, and we are a worldwide organization,” he stated, and I gave him a stoic glare. “Order of the Cryptid Hunters and I knew your father. I recognize his ball cap and you have his eyes.”

I quickly pushed that thought away, I just didn’t want to think about it, at least not yet. I went to the door again, turned the knob—locked, of course. I hit it once, hard. “Let me out!” My voice cracked but there was no response asides my echo. By the time the door finally opened, I was pacing. He walked in like he owned the world. It was Damien and he stepped in Calm, composed, in that dark shirt that made him look carved out of shadow. His eyes flicked over me like a radiant star. I folded my arms. “Can you just let me go? Why are you keeping me here?!” I snapped.

"I'll buy you a property near the Melodia Theater. You can go to work normally, even tour. Just remember to come home." He gently stroked my hand. His once bright eyes were now filled with bloodshot veins. I even felt he had aged recently. "Knock, knock." Matteo rapped on the door and entered. He said viciously, "Boss, we caught that bitch." Fiorenzo brought several men with him, and I walked with them into the basement of the manor. The dark, damp environment and nauseating smell made it clear this was where the Ricci family imprisoned and punished traitors.

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?

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And with that, he walked out. I exhaled before pushing myself from the wall, taking a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror. My dark hair was still wet from the shower. My eyes were already beginning to get dark rings around them and I looked utterly terrible. I had always been a bit on the pale side, but this was a different kind of pale. I looked drained. My mind went back to Talon's words and I forced myself not to start crying. The thought of being held captive here forever left me feeling scared, and I knew if I allowed myself to dwell on it I would soon have another anxiety attack.

I wail. My fingers claw at my throat as I try to regulate my breathing. I hate darkness…so much. I sink to the floor and wrap my fingers around my knees, praying that help comes before I suffocate. Then the lights come on and my tear filled eyes meet the dark, icy ones of my captor. Him. Mason Lachlan.

“But I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot. I have a long, long fucking way to go. I still have so much to rob from you, so much to take you from… To the point you’re a dead woman walking. Numb. Empty. Hollow. Weak.” He got up on his feet, turning away from me. “You’ll have to live a life without Lorenzo. Beating yourself up about it for years and years to come. Knowing that you’re to blame. Knowing that his death is all your fucking fault.” He turned back, to stare at me dead in my eyes. “And you’re going to do it here, in this very room, until the day you take your last breath. Because you’ll forever be my captive.” The corners of his mouth curled upwards into a smirk, as he let out a low,

I've known captivity before… And I refuse to be put back into another cage. Before I can make a move however, the same dark mist from before shoots out and wraps around me... pulling me into the void.