Captive In The Dark Novels & Stories

The dark one rasped with an ugly, toothy smile. Several more dark ones suddenly appeared beside him, each holding something in their hands. They approached us without a word. "How lovely to see you're still here. Had a heart-warming reunion, I presume?" He asked sarcastically. The other dark ones proceeded to walk over to us, and they opened our cage without a care in the world. Both of us jumped up, and where Elle stepped back from them, I moved forward with an intent to murder them. Four dark ones entered the tiny space, not once looking at me. One of them held a case, and another opened the case, leaving the door behind them wide open.

- Well, let's get started. I need to concentrate on this dungeon. Duk, would you kindly turn the lights down. Conrod says closing his eyes. Duk nodded and turned off the light, leaving only a small floor lamp lit. Conrod concentrated on the basement. For some time he saw nothing but darkness, and then visions began to appear instantly, at first pale and abrupt, gradually gaining brightness. He sees the dark-robed figure first interrogate the captives, then sees Alud's bones crack, the figure digs into the vampire's neck, then tosses him into the corner of the cell like a rag doll. He hears what the captives are talking about, that the Shadowfs cannot be trusted, and that they are planning an

The perfect home for a vampire who was also the most wanted dark wizard in the land of no laws. These men are getting darkly creative, super creative, with where they keep their captives. Even if they want to escape, there’s nowhere they can go! I didn’t even know if I was a captive or not because even though I felt like I had been kidnapped; I was actually saved from a worse situation. Placing my palm against the ice window, I placed my burning forehead against it. Morana. Why didn’t she just escape through the portal? Why did she save me? Damn it!

I've come to realize that the more time I spend around Javier, whether alone or in the midst of company, my little brain gets fogged up and sends the wrong signal to… my heart. It even feels off saying it and I know why. It's because I shouldn't feel this way towards my captor. Yes he's impossibly attractive and what I think a man should be like but that's just about it. I don't even know him well enough like that.

"For now, you are. But remember, you're not alone in this. I'll make sure you have everything you need, but you must also understand the consequences of trying to escape." Her gaze held mine, a mix of fear and defiance. "I'm not going to make this easy for you, Angelo." I simply inclined my head, acknowledging her spirit. "Good. I'd expect nothing less." With that, I turned and left her alone, wondering how this captive would fit into the complicated chessboard of my life.

“We have to go.” With that decision made, they turned and made their way through the crowd, the urgency of the situation driving them forward. The campus, once filled with excitement, now felt like a maze of shadows and uncertainty, the darkness threatening to swallow them whole. As they reached the edge of the parking lot, Belle felt a surge of adrenaline. They had to escape whatever chaos awaited them, to find safety in the shadows of their fears. And as they slipped into the night, Belle knew one thing for certain: they would have to confront the ghosts of their past before they could hope for a future together.

But an Alpha’s command was absolute, and they had no choice but to charge in despite the danger. Surprisingly, the capture turned out to be much easier than they had expected. Cara struggled fiercely as strong hands grabbed hold of her. She bit her lip, trying to break free, but it was useless. Her strength was no match for the well-trained wolves of the Dark Eclipse pack. She was shoved hard to the floor, her arms yanked behind her back. Alpha Gerano stepped up in front of her, his leopard-skin boots nearly brushing her nose. He looked down at her from above, his eyes narrowing with an overpowering air of authority.

“You practiced that line, didn’t you?” The figure tilted his head, like a curious animal. “I’m keeping you as leverage,” the voice said. “Damien’s sins are catching up to him. You’re part of the price.” “Oh, cool. So I’m a tax deduction now. Neat.” The figure took a step forward. Rubber soles squeaked slightly on the floor. “You’re not afraid?” I inhaled. Carefully. “I’m tied up in a room with a stranger who sounds like Darth Vader’s understudy. I’m terrified. I just don’t see the point in handing you the satisfaction.”

His hair was damp with sweat, proof that he had run straight from the Moon Temple after his prayers, without pause, to be here. His eyes were cold, his aura sharp as a blade. In one swift motion, he wrenched Barry down, holding him fast, unmoving. Barry froze, stunned—then saw the ceremonial wedding garb upon Colin’s shoulders. His expression shattered. He fought to break free—only to realize, in dawning horror— This so-called crippled Warrior of Bayport possessed a strength that dwarfed his own. He, an Alpha who had bled on the battlefield since nineteen, found himself utterly restrained.

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.