Romans & histoires Captive In The Dark

It seems as though my feet are beneath a shadow of leaves. The door to the shop shuts. I stand up from where I am seated and immediately pull out my knife. She is here. She looks at me and locks the door then she turns the sign. I watch on, getting into a defensive stance. This is my captor right here. She is wearing a coat that has lots of pockets and it stops around her thighs. She pairs it with tight fitted leather pants. This choice of clothing does not sit well with her chopsticks legs. She should be wearing her baggy shorts more.

He took my hands and spread my fingers on the table. “I don't hit women, but I have ways to torture you before sending you to Gabi.” He paced around me, his eyes narrowing as he took off his shirt, revealing his toned muscles and arms full of tattoos. "You blew up my warehouse," he growled. "Please sir," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "I don't know anything I swear." He leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with a sinister light as he pierced my fingertips with needles that had tiny wires connected to them.

On our wedding anniversary, Eugene tied me up on the rooftop of an unfinished building. He sat calmly before me, playing a video with deliberate slowness. In the video, my father knelt repeatedly, begging Eugene for my sake. My eyes burned with rage, but Eugene kicked me violently, snapping, "Do you feel distressed seeing your father like this? But how can it compare to even a fraction of the sorrow I felt when I lost Megan?" The sudden pain caused me to arch my back, and darkness clouded my vision, almost sending me into unconsciousness, yet I was powerless to scream.

Marius’s threat invades my thoughts, and my heart races like a trapped bird unable to break free from its cage. The man grunts, thrusting with increasing force, his face contorted and grotesque. The woman's hair swings in front of her face as her entire body jolts. Her hands dig into the dirt, and her knees scrape against the unforgiving ground. She must be suffering. And the sounds she emits. Dots flicker before my eyes. Tomorrow night. Tomorrow night, this fate awaits me. The shadows constrict around me, binding me. I am immobilized. I cannot breathe. I am ensnared. A captive. I am perpetually a captive. There is no escape from this.

The darkness was not empty. It was like a deep, ice-cold ocean into which Abigail’s soul slowly sank, drifting toward a bottomless abyss. Rodriguez’s claw had not only torn through her flesh—it was as if it had severed the very thread of her existence. The sounds of the base, the explosions, and the distant echoes of Sadira’s Core detonation all fell silent. Only one thing remained: a distant, pulsing red light that would not let her vanish completely.

The room I was kept in was dark with a small light bulb at the corner of the room. The smell of piss and blood made me gag as soon as they took me inside. There are lines of cages arranged in the room and I am unable to see if there are more girls inside due to the lack of light. “ Ah! I am going to enjoy selling this one in the market.” His meaty finger tried to touch my half naked boob but my wolf growled in warning, her claws out and my body jerked front to claw his protruding stomach but he pressed the button which sends electric shock to the cage and I stumbled back in the cramped cage.

“I'm not gay okay, I love women of all kinds so why in the world would you ask me to seduce a man?” “Because it's the only way you'll ever leave this house, unless you're better off as a puppet than the owner of the city's biggest bank.” "You are telling me," I said slowly, "to seduce my captor in order to escape my captivity?" "I'm telling you it's the only door in this house that isn't locked." Across the gym, Lorenzo turned. His eyes went directly to me, like he always knew exactly where I was in whatever space he occupied, and I felt that look arrive somewhere in my chest with a thud I had absolutely no language for and no intention of examining.

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"She condemned my world to total darkness as punishment for spilling fated blood. But she left a single loophole. A second fated bond.” A slow, sick realization crept in. That was why he had my portrait. “The day I mark you,” he continued. “The curse shatters. And my sight is restored.” He tilted his head, his pitch-black, sightless eyes fixed on my face. "If you die, I stay blind forever. You are my cure, nothing more. You belong to me until I get my eyes back.” My mind reeled from the sheer horror of his words. He had slaughtered his own Luna. He was a monster who had earned his darkness, and now he wanted to use me to escape it.

I carefully took a step backward, desperately trying to retreat into the shadows of the shipping yard but I forgot about the garbage. My boot came down squarely on a shattered glass beer bottle hidden in the shadows. ‘Crunch.’ I froze as every single muscle in my body locked up in terror. I didn’t even breathe. I just stood there completely paralyzed in the darkness. All three Kensington brothers snapped their heads precisely in my direction. Declan dropped his fists and Jasper’s broad shoulders tensed, his blue eyes narrowing as he scanned the dark corridor but it was Silas who found me as those terrifying icy silver eyes locked exactly onto my hiding spot behind the edge of the metal conta