Captive Synonym Novels & Stories

"Me. Mate." I wasn't given time to process his words. The creature immediately grabbed onto the chains, breaking them from me. He freed my wrists but in turn grabbed me from the ground, carrying me bridal style, holding me captive in his arms. I pressed closer to him against my will, nuzzling my face into his soft fur, inhaling his magnificent scent with questions at the tip of my tongue. Who are you? Why do you like me? What does this mean?are we truly mates?

I made a mental note to go with whatever comes to mind as I downed the second glass. “Good girl,” he growled and for the second time, I felt those tingles in my lower stomach, forcing me to press my thighs together and he noticed. His eyes shone with mischief but he didn’t point it out. “Your turn,” “Your name,” I asked, needing to fix a name to him. As much as it was obvious that I was under his mercy, I didn’t want to keep referring to him as my captor. It only made my predicament an ugly glaring reality that continuously made me sad.

Where did all your confidence go now, Marco? "Boys, bring in my baby and strap him in". As I finish speaking, Marco's eyes widen in terror, and he tries to struggle against the restraints again. However, his body is weak and battered, and he can barely muster the strength to move. The guards move swiftly to comply with my orders, and soon they return with her, my beautiful baby. She is called "Kop'yo iskupen'ya" and otherwise known as "The Spear of Atonement". The instrument look like a chair with restraints, but the most beautiful qualities are the drills. There are two drills for both knees, two at the chest and one for the stomach.

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.

“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.

“So who is hot fiesty chic really?” “She saw me in my wolf form while I was performing the sacred moon ritual,” I said. “That’s all you need to know.” Lucian scoffed. “You kidnapped her for that?” I didn’t look up. “You’d rather the Council got her?” He frowned. “They’ll come either way. You know the rules. Humans who see us—” “Don’t live.” I finished the sentence quietly. He tilted his head. “Then why is she still breathing?”

Her breathing was so shallow her chest barely rose. “Sadira!” I tried to call louder and to free her from the cuffs, but the slightest struggle made the magnetic field respond with sharp pain. The restraints were deliberately designed to turn hybrid strength against its owner. “Sadira, wake up.” Silence. Only the distant, monotonous hum of the metal cell. Anger crept up through me. Rage at Kain, hatred for the commander, and a hot wave of helplessness. The girl had been in my arms when they captured us. I hadn’t seen where the core was.

He rolled his eyes. “Not to worry, though. I’m back now.” “What the fuck’s your point?” I snarled. “Oh Amber, always a feisty one…” he murmured, the corners of his mouth curling upwards into a smirk. “I always loved the feisty side of you. It turns me on that much more. Makes me want you that much more.” I said nothing… Not wanting to give a snide response that could compromise me. “I’m the Capo of the Albanian Mafia,” Agron stated matter-of-factly, folding his arms.

He switches back to English, “How do you do that?” she tilts her head, “What?” He smiles at her, “Disarm me so completely. Break down my thoughts and show me how wrong I can be. How are you so…” She scoffs, “Normal? Sane?” He shakes his head, “The word I was looking for was ‘amazing’. You amaze me, Celine. You’ve shown compassion to the man who held you captive, you choose to keep the marks he made on your skin because they are part of who you are now, you have allowed us four into your life, even adopting one of us as a brother.” Nate whoops, Celine grins at him then turns back to George, “You are the strongest, funniest, and most caring person I’ve ever met.” He closes his eyes,

What was she now? Not a prisoner anymore, that much was clear. But not exactly free either. She lived in his estate, trained with his men, ate at his table. She existed in this strange limbo between captive and... what? Girlfriend seemed too simple a word for whatever they were becoming. "You're mine," Barry said, his voice dropping to that dangerous rumble that made her stomach flip. "You've been mine since the moment your brother offered you as collateral. I just didn't know it yet."