Captive Synonym Novels & Stories

Kayla convinced. I sighed. I have no choice but to agree with them. I should have escaped when i had the chance to. I am not worthy of this bachelotte party. It's isn't for me. But what choice do I have? These crazy ladies are already on my miserable neck. I got to do it. "Fine! Fine! Fine!" I surrendered.

"His name is Willy, he was caught close to our cargo in Auckland a few minutes ago." "Then what is SHE doing here?" Kael snarled, pointing at me. “Willy disguises himself as a girl to seduce the guards. Unfortunately, he matched Lily’s description.” Finn replied, staring at me. “You have 1 minute to get answers from him,” Keal announced then signaled Finn to leave. “C-can I go now?” I asked. Just as Kael's eyes locked onto mine the door swung open. Ava walked in smiling, struggling with her doll, a plate and a small book.

As the hours went by as she sat in her bedroom, with two security men on each side, reality slowly dawned on her. She was a captive to a mysterious man in the mafia, and her life as she knew it had ended. She wiped frantically at her eyes to stop the tears. She couldn’t afford to dwell on it. She had to find a way back home somehow; she had to find her way to Camila and reach out to her father. “Can I use the bathroom, please?” It was the first words she had spoken after a while. The men did not budge. “Really? I need to go. Are you going to prevent me from doing that?”

Kat pressed a foot against her slender throat, just shy of crushing her windpipe entirely. "I admire your spirit, if not your sense," she purred down at the choking girl. "But you belong to me now. Accept your fate, omega. You're nothing but a disgrace to werewolves." She removed her foot, letting the omega gulp air. Then she dragged her captive up by the hair and marched her forcefully outside to join the others. They flinched away, bound and trembling. Kat's mouth twisted. Pathetic indeed. But their feeble nature served her designs now.

She hated that she was bored enough to actually want to hear from him. She'd tried making friends with one of the maids who seemed to be around her age, but they were all too careful. Too mindful. They didn't want to risk their jobs by getting close to her. By being friendly to the captive girl in the penthouse. She sighed. This was a cage. And she couldn't even try to escape because his men were everywhere. Outside the house. In the hallways. Standing like statues, guarding the place. It was impossible. So she decided to explore.

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?

Open her eyes and look back at death itself, right in her face? Pain shot across her face in a quick and completely surprising wave, she felt her brain jump inside her head and her body move in the same direction as her head, it was a strange feeling to be slapped after she had thought her face was gone. 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.

On the twenty-seventh day of her captivity, Sophia learned to be obedient. She stopped fighting, stopped her hunger strikes, and even offered Vincent a faint smile from time to time. Vincent was wary at first, but gradually, he began to believe she had resigned herself to her fate. "What do you want to eat today?" he asked one morning, tying his tie by the bed. Sophia leaned against the headboard, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her voice was calm. "Whatever you make."

Then Tyler says, quietly but with absolute conviction: "She's been conditioned. That's what they do." "She wasn't, it didn't look like conditioning. It looked real." "It always looks real." He pulls a chair around and sits facing me, elbows on his knees. "Leo. That's the whole mechanism. It's not fake happiness they manufacture, it's real happiness they engineer. They create circumstances that make the captive feel genuinely safe, genuinely accepted, genuinely valued, and then that feeling becomes the evidence the captive uses to tell themselves they're not a captive." I want to argue with him. I sit with the impulse and let it pass.