Novel & Cerita Captive In The Dark

Poppy's psyche is still marked with the anguish of trauma. Perhaps she has a hallucination about her spouse torturing a captive. However, considering that Robin is a part of a mafia family, it is not impossible that he hides his captive there, although Poppy is clueless of the illegal business her husband's family is involved in. “H—Hello? Rafael?” Poppy's feet moved unexpectedly, stepping forward, deeper into the corridor and further away from the elevator. She must ensure that she doesn't become insane because a of hearing the sound of someone's suffering.

I nodded. Whatever this was, whatever he had found—it wasn’t a joke. Without another word, he turned on his heel, leading the way. I followed him into the darkness. The air smelled of blood and metal, thick with sweat, and something darker—something final. Lucas’s men were positioned all around the room, their silent presence adding to the undeniable mafia-like scene. One of them, a tall man with a buzz cut and a cruel smirk, crouched in front of the restrained captive, gripping his jaw roughly.

Ariana The floors were cold. I paced, my footsteps echoed off the cold walls. The darkness suffocated me, making it hard to breathe. This was the room where Xavier had held me captive. Where he'd stripped me of my freedom. Where he'd claimed ownership over me. My mind went blank a couple of times, trying to escape from this prison. I couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped. The shadows seemed to writhe around me, alive. I stumbled, my hand outstretched in front of me.The darkness was absolute.

Not now, not ever. ***

He looks over his shoulder without meeting my eyes and nods. As soon as he’s out, I devour the bread, barely tasting it. I need more, but I have little energy to bring down the big wolf. Something corrupted me here. Dark, demanding, and wise. Like the shadows opened my eyes. Now I can see my captor for what he is. A monster. I prop back to the wall, my shackles clanging, as I imagine millions of ways to kill Mad-Bishop.

Ava's POV The penthouse is too quiet at night. During the day, there are staffs moving around, phones ringing, the city noise filtering through the windows. But after midnight, when Damien thinks I'm asleep, the silence is suffocating. I've been awake for hours, lying in the dark, listening to footsteps in the hallway. Damien paces when he can't sleep. Back and forth, back and forth, like a predator circling prey. Sometimes he stops outside my door. I held my breath until I heard him move .

The war room was suffocatingly quiet. A single candle flickered in the center of the table, casting long, dancing shadows across the faces of Seraphina, Ryan, Leo, and Luna. In the corner, chained to a heavy iron pillar, sat a captured Cult lieutenant. His robes were tattered, his skin unnaturally pale, and veins of corrupted black magic pulsed visibly beneath his jawline. Ryan stepped out of the shadows, his boots clicking heavily against the stone floor. He leaned down, his face inches from the prisoner’s.

numb from the rain, this time definitely felt something, but in the same way the sensation had arrived, everything else disappeared almost instantly, her body fell completely inert into the arms of her captor, a massive man with dark eyes, the same guy who had beaten her before she could escape. Her head was pounding, as if her heart had decided to find a new place to beat other than her chest, each beat sending a wave of pain through her body, her face feeling heavy and swollen, opening her eyes or at least trying, she felt nauseated and the weight of her own head managed to make her fall, she wasn't sure if she was standing up or lying down, she felt almost as if she were floating, and her

This scene feels like looking inside a depth of never-ending darkness. I swallowed as I tried to blink away my tears "Uhm..." I chuckled. "I think we need to go now. I'm sorry for being here. Sandro took me here and I didn't know that you're... yeah." I chuckled nervously. "I'm really sorry. Sandro, come on." I was catching my breath as I turned my back on them. What do you even expect, Talianna? What? Are you hoping that there was still love in his eyes when he stares at you? He did not become a statue for a whole decade!

It first time that I am happy and satisfied with the things which happen in my life. He stared at me with a confused face. Squeezing my hands in his he tried to speak but stopped when I showed him my palm before anything. " Did you recall something from this? The time when I was your captive I have begged you the same as your current situation. Did you hear my begging that time? No! Then I wouldn't. See Mr Fucking Wright table is turned, now I am the one who has more power than you " I told him holding my tears back so as not to break into tears.