Novel & Cerita Captives

The café owner, standing behind the counter, could only gape in stunned silence. Tonight, the town's werewolves would surely lose sleep over what had occurred. Lucas, the mastermind orchestrating this operation, watched from his vantage point in an abandoned factory repurposed into a makeshift command center. His gaze remained fixed as the Humvees returned, now carrying additional captives. These prisoners were led into individual holding cells, each strategically placed to offer an unobstructed view of the central area, designed as an arena for a significant confrontation. This arrangement was intentional.

Brian knew that if any of them saw the chance to escape they would, and they would run, back to their packs for back up, not one of the group was stupid enough to try to rescue the others alone, except maybe Harry and Aria as they were mates and Aria’s sister was among the group as well. Each of the captives were thrown down a narrow, well camouflaged shaft, that would have been completely invisible to anyone who didn’t know it was there, into another bigger cave where they were unceremoniously thrown to the ground before being pulled back to their feet, Mark still acting as though he were unconscious, Brian thought he had seen something like a small flash as

"I'll never surrender to you, Sylvester." Sylvester laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You're in no position to make demands, Vera," he said. "You're nothing but a prisoner, a captive of my mercy. And as for your precious twins, Apollo and Astrid, they're nothing but pawns in my game of power." I felt a surge of fear at his words, but I knew that I had to keep my cool. I couldn't let Sylvester see how much he had hurt me.

I recoiled, taking deep breaths. "What is it?" Kael growled, his eyebrows creasing. "We've found the real culprit," the intruder announced, his eyes locked on me. Relief washed over me, followed by a wave of tears. Finally, I'll be free. Kael's expression darkened, and he turned to face the intruder. "What are you talking about Finn?" Finn hesitated before speaking. "His name is Willy, he was caught close to our cargo in Auckland a few minutes ago."

I sat up sharply, my heart pounding. I had fallen asleep on Dontrell’s lap, but somehow now, I was curled up in the corner of the living room on a couch while he sat at the center of the room. Clayton was next to him. Laptops, phones, and maps cluttered the glass table in front of them. More men filed in. My heart pounded as fear coiled around my spine like steel. The first wave of men—about fifteen—marched in, rigid and disciplined. Ten more followed. But these men weren’t empty-handed. They dragged in three captives covered with burlap sacks.

"Your mark? You speak of this?" She curled her fingers, and the air resonated, bits of light spinning like broken stars around her hands. "The cuff-links that kept me captive? Gone. I am no longer your puppet." Vladimir's eyes sparkled. "You think tossing them away sets you free? You've only just begun to learn what true captivity is.". "Captivity? I lost everything—my family, my home, my future. And you? You took it all to build your throne on bones."

"I won't listen to your lies and your excuses! You're a captor, Marcus! You're a man who takes women as prisoner and uses them for your own twisted desires!" The stranger's eyes flashed with approval. "Yes, Sophia, you're finally seeing the truth. Marcus here has a pattern of behavior. He takes women captive and uses them for his own pleasure." Sophia's eyes narrowed as she turned to Marcus. "Is that true?" she demanded. "Did you lend my father money, knowing that he would find it difficult to pay off his debts to you, and then take me as collateral?" Marcus's face went white as he stumbled backward, his eyes wide with horror.

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.”

Their accent sounded a bit strange But they smelt pleasent and rich, they were no doubt refined I stayed quiet, itching to know more. Soon they left and I was left staring at the ceiling How long had I been out, what was the place? I had to many questions but I slowly gathered information while pretending to still be unconscious wherever they came to the room Staying still for the entire day armed with the ammunition I needed: information. The ladies who had come in to clean me up weren’t the only ones. So from what I knew, I was instructed to be taken care of, given the finest treatment and things because I was to be sent as tribute.

“Some of you will serve as slaves to be sold. Others will be prostitutes in our clubs. And a lucky few will become show wrestlers. If you can prove you’re strong—if you can fight and win—you’ll be selected for the arena. From there, you can fight for your freedom.” He gestured to his men. “We’re going to test you. You’ll fight each other. Get your opponent to submit, and you win. Simple.” They removed our bindings and assigned us numbers. I became Captive 25. There were twenty-five of us in total. “Captive 1 and Captive 2, step forward.” The fights began. We were forced to battle each other. There were fifteen women and ten men in total. Some fights were quick, others dragged on. A few stron