Captive In The Dark Novels & Stories

) #WrongReasonRightOne #Mafia #Dark #Twisted #Steamy #ReadtheWarnings #SensitiveThemes #Dominant #Caged #Kidnapped #Revenge Synopsis From First Book in Duo Series: CAGED-A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance Erica Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment. Antonio Rossi. He bought me for the reasons unknown and now I’m a captive in his billion dollar cage. It has cliffs and forests and river. It has everything but the peace and freedom— two things I have

I tried to find the door, but my eyes could barely focus in the dark. My eyes found a figure in the dark, and dread erupted on my skin as I backed away from it, my kidnapper. “Who are you?” I cried out, my voice shaky. “Did Ares plan this?” The room brightened as a torch came to life, and I took in my captor. A tall man, handsome and commanding, with the rogue symbol imprinted on his arm, like all the others. “My apologies for taking you like this, princess.” he gave a mock bow, his eyes never leaving mine.

I closed her eyes and walked to the door. I walked into the dark room. There were chains attached to the wall and a table in the middle of the room with straps and machines. The light was dim but gave enough shadow for effect. As soon as I took a step in, the other door shut tightly. I looked back to see a metal door. There had to be another door to get out because the Dan guy wasn't here. I looked around but couldn't find an exit anywhere except for the door I came out of. I looked around at the creepy place and stood next to table. I heard a door open and I looked around to see my captor.

I try to pull away, but before I can even raise my head, hands firmly grasp my scalp, immobilizing me. My eyes widen, and I look directly at Nathan. His menacing smile portends more suffering to come. I assume it's over when Darius raises his head, then he lowers it again. My head hurts so much. With joy, I plunge into the darkness, far from the pain that is searing my thoughts. I keep falling, praying that I won't get wounded wherever I land.

His men followed, a well-trained unit dismantling Volkov’s operation with precision. In the center of the compound, a locked truck held the captives. Bain’s blood boiled as he saw terrified eyes staring back at him. Girls—young, broken, stolen from their lives. Cassie’s face flashed in his mind. With a single shot, he blew off the lock. “You’re safe now,” he told them. “No one will ever touch you again.” Tears, relief, whispered prayers. Bain turned to his men. “Get them out of here.”

Somewhere one of the caged girls stifles a sob but the sound dies in the concrete like a moth against a windshield. My captor stands motionless, the dim bulb above us carves stark shadows across the planes of his shoulders. He doesn't turn right away--- he just stands there like a marble statue deciding whether his next breath should be life ... or judgment. I can't see his expression, but I feel the room tilt and as something dark coils tighter beneath his calm exterior. Finally, the man exhales then, slowly pivots to face me. "You're smarter than I thought," his voice is flat but resonant in the cramped space. "Or careful. I haven't decided which yet."

Marcus was too heavy, and Sophia was trapped beneath him. As she lay there, Sophia felt a mix of emotions: anger, frustration, and...something else. Something she couldn't quite explain. As she looked at Marcus's face, Sophia saw something vulnerable, something human. And for a moment, she felt a pang of compassion for her captor. But as she looked closer, Sophia saw something else: a look of peacefulness, of relaxation. Marcus was finally at peace, finally free from the burdens that weighed him down. For a moment, she forgot about her captivity, forgot about her fears. All she saw was Marcus, vulnerable and human.

Captive Heart "You think a cage can break me, Damien?" My voice broke, but the fire in my chest was stronger than his cocky grin. The room was made up of cold stone, dark corners, and chains that clanged every time I breathed. The damp air had the acidic taste of blood and the sweet taste of death. I could hear them. Other people. There are whispers coming from rooms down the hall. Not all of them are human. Damien leaned against the bars and was cocky and lazy. His eyes looked like they were made of liquid silver. "Are you broken?" Elara, no. "I'm here to... change you."

There was no way she would release him, ever. Firstly, this was Hades, the torture room of the 7 Daggers cartel. It was heavily guarded and nobody could escape, no matter what. The chains that bound the captive were had combinations on their clamps. That alone was a big deterrent for her. Getting the combination right would mean the person was either Dylan, his right-hand man, the Vicar or the one he usually called Bishop. And she was none of them.

I took one last look around the room, this place I had once foolishly thought was my home. In the living room, I picked up the solid gold lighter from Vincent's cigar box. It was the first gift he had ever given me. I had thought it meant something special. Now I knew it was nothing more than a hunter's mark on his prey. I flicked it open. The flame danced in the dim light. Then I tossed it onto the heavy silk curtains. The fire spread with terrifying speed, devouring every memory, every lie, every ghost in this house. I dragged my suitcase to the door and looked back at the room, now illuminated by the growing, hungry flames.