Novel & Cerita Captives

When he finally leaves, I hear the soft click of a lock. He's locked me. And that's when I realized for certain: I'm not his wife, but his prisoner.

First asked at once, he made sure to look around before he locked the door after him. “Nothing, anyways what do you want to talk to me about?” “We have a problem, the report from the military personnel who brought the captives said we had 51 people in here, it is highly possible that one of them is not a captive.” Luna widened her eyes and the premonition she felt really came true.

he said devilishly. "What are you planning to do?" Kim asked curiously. "You'll see. All I'm gonna do first is to take it slow and make him fall on my trap. I'm gonna lure a prey inside my cage and make him scream 'till he passed out. That doesn't sounds bad, isn't?" he asked the two guys who just shrugged it off. "Whatever you say." Kim said. "We can't do anything about it though. Just do what you fucking want. Now may you excuse me, I need to gargle the whole mouth wash after eating a girl's pussy." he said.

“Are you following him?” I closed my eyes. “I’m trying.” “Give me a moment more and it will make sense,” he said from the other side of the thick wood. “You see, the man who captured us was a soul collector. I believe the term used today is demon. He was one of many who were capturing humans and bringing them to their world. The unlucky captives ended up the victims of creatures that are called sanguisuge. These sanguisuge slowly drink the blood of their captives until there is no blood left to drink. Then, when the soul leaves the body, they capture it and take it to their master.”

Many times it has been called innocent with a touch of mischief and that's all. I do not know if it is that little mischief that forced me to search the cartons in the room. My mouth hung open when I realized that there were weapons inside the stuffed dolls. Some of them, I did not understand but I know a gun when I see one - not a toy gun. A real gun. I also know a pen knife used to carve chickens in pieceful gatherings which is always used to carve higher animals when the need arises. Yesterday and two days before, it was just water I had. I don't know if it is what my captor understands by change of meal or maybe she is punishing me for the sins she knows I will commit.

It was all quite strange. They didn’t allow her too close to the girls, but if they didn’t see her approaching the area directly, they didn’t notice her once she was among them. She’d sneak in and then sneak out. The Hova had moved the other captives from the cages into a well-guarded area, where they had also been given tents and an area to wash. By now, most of them had the wounds of where they had been fed off. Luckily, the little ones had been spared.

"I didn't know you were a Blue-moon Pack team. If I had known we would never have come to rob you! Please let me go! I swear to Moon Goddess that I will never make that mistake again!" The captives screamed and begged for mercy, crying. There was even a strange smell emanating from one of them. I knew this rogue had been scared to incontinence. But their begging was obviously useless, Gillian's face did not change one iota, and even with a sneer. The next moment the door above the cage was opened, and two Blue-moon Pack warriors threw a captive straight in! "No! Please don't!" The captive screamed loudly and miserably, but the tiger would not show the slightes

Finally, just as he thinks he’s going to meet the Moon Goddess, he’s sat back up and he vomits, his body trying to expel the wolfsbane. “Why did you leave your pack?” Wren asks. “To... Protect them...” the captive answers weakly as his head falls back, and he tries to catch his breath. “How many others are you working with?” “No... one...” Wren grabs his hair at the back of his head and punches him hard in the face. “Liar!” The captive’s eyes lock with Wrens, and he gives him a half-crazed smile. “Torture me all you want. I will never tell you a fucking thing.”

He kicked one of the captives in the thigh, eliciting from him a sharp scream. The other captive was stunned. Neither of them had anticipated such actions from Adrian. It was clear now that his words weren't empty threats. "Why you… You…” The captives, clearly frightened, hesitated, unsure of what to say. Adrian's gaze remained cold. "What? Want me to continue?" He raised his foot. Shocked and pale with fear, the captives pleaded, "No! We’re sorry! We made a mistake. Please spare us, sir." Adrian found their sudden change in demeanor amusing. These people gave in quickly.

"None of us are going to let that happen." A handsome blond man defended me from pimps who had followed me inside a grocery shop what seems like a lifetime ago. He escorted me to his workplace, the Cerberus, where one of the regulars had given the proprietors a nickname: the hounds, after the three-headed beast who guarded the underworld. Dan, Finn, and Jade were the owners. As I stand in front of a black table covered with more weaponry than I've ever seen, I see what the hounds' purpose is and why they won't tell me their strategy.