Novel & Cerita Captive In The Dark

Closing my eyes, I try to remember his name, but my brain is still fuzzy from the wolfsbane. I gently move my hand, so it is brushing against the skin of my captor. Trying to focus all of my energy on inflicting pain through the touch but I cannot draw any energy from myself. I feel his skin heat under my touch, and I focus all of my attention on the heat between us. My vision goes black, and I am standing in front of Cain. My captor is on his knees beside me crying with his head in his hands. “Augustus,” Cain growls. “Get up, you are embarrassing yourself.”

No one here knew about my encounter with one of them. - What can I say about them? the dark one was indignant, continuing to look out the window. I knew perfectly well that a training session was taking place in the backyard. In addition to developing the gift, the girls trained endurance, practiced close combat, and someone even learned to fight with swords. Hope I can join them soon. “I call them reverse darks. The first such blond freak was born to Karim Reed. They are not affected by darkness, they painlessly pass it through themselves, moreover, they can drink any dark one with one touch. Catchers have excellent health, they are faster, stronger and more resilient than any person. This

I kicked, twisted, fought, but it was useless. They were too strong. “Please!” I cried, panic taking over again. My body felt weak. Too weak. I hadn’t eaten. I was already sick. Everything was spinning. And then my legs gave out. My strength disappeared completely. The fight drained out of me as darkness crept in again. The last thing I saw was Tristan watching me. His expression, completely unreadable. And then everything went black. When I opened my eyes again, everything felt softer. I didn't feel any iron bars or hear noises just complete silence.

Finally, just as he thinks he’s going to meet the Moon Goddess, he’s sat back up and he vomits, his body trying to expel the wolfsbane. “Why did you leave your pack?” Wren asks. “To... Protect them...” the captive answers weakly as his head falls back, and he tries to catch his breath. “How many others are you working with?” “No... one...” Wren grabs his hair at the back of his head and punches him hard in the face. “Liar!” The captive’s eyes lock with Wrens, and he gives him a half-crazed smile. “Torture me all you want. I will never tell you a fucking thing.”

He had been attacked by werewolves and there had been enough of them present to take down a dragon shifter. As if on cue, there is a scratching noise from in front of me. The sound of a key turning in a lock sends a chill down my spine. I hear a door knob turning, the door creaks at is pushed wide open. The room is still pitch black, except for a pair of golden orbs that are staring straight at me. I take a deep swallow, as I try to slow my racing heart. My captor was standing in front of me. Would they turn on the light and let me see their face. “Who are you?” I ask, my voice raspy.

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

Dante laughed and laughed like a maniac and only the darkness surrounded him. *** Deep within the hideout, the air hung heavy with malevolence. Claire, trapped in her restraints and confined within a dark cage, could sense the presence of evil all around her. She strained her senses, trying to make sense of her surroundings and find a way to escape. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the chamber. Cassandra, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and malice, emerged from the shadows. Her form seemed to meld with the darkness itself, making her an ominous figure in the dimly lit room.

The moment I saw the dark, windowless space, panic took hold of me. "No, no! I don’t want to go in there! Let me go!" I screamed, kicking against my captor. He only chuckled. "You sound so cute when you’re fighting." And then he threw me inside. I hit the cold floor hard, scrambling to my feet just as the heavy door slammed shut behind me. Darkness swallowed me whole. I couldn’t see anything. No light. No windows. Not even my own hands in front of me. "Please, let me out!" I cried, banging on the door.

Damn, damn! Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and as far as Kit could tell, the room she was in was not too big and rather empty. She did not have time to orient herself properly, because footsteps were heard behind the wall. Already familiar heavy steps of a large man, and light spilled into the room, again for some time depriving the captive of the opportunity to see normally.

“Sure sweetie, go ahead.” Sweetie? Hrmph. “Well first and foremost above all, absolutely no tying me up, no restraints in any way, and no pictures or videos taken of me,” I said, plainly. “Well I very much intend to keep the room dark, so I promise no pictures or video, and as far as restraints, we can save that for another day. Anything else?” I gulped at that and held the phone away, letting out a deep breath.