Captivity Book Novels & Stories

She was in a penthouse in the middle of a city she did not fully know, surrounded by his people, with her phone and her thoughts and a message from her oldest friend telling her to run. Did everyone know she was being kept here? Is that what this was? Did people on the outside know she was essentially a captive in a golden building and she had been so busy losing herself in the situation that she had stopped seeing it clearly. She set the phone down on the bed. She pressed both palms flat against her eyes. What the hell was happening. ********************************************* The men were on their knees when Dimitri walked into the room. Three of them, hands bound behind their backs, hea

If that'll be my punishment here, then I'm fine being captured by him now- just kidding, I still want to go home. I opened another door and hell! I don't think I was abducted, I feel like it's just a vacation and I'd just set up because behind that door is a walk-in closet with signature dress and bags that I won't even use here. It was full of luxury things. I have more than this in my room but it was really surprising to have this in my kidnapper's house, what a nice joke it is. I'm tempted to use the jacuzzi but I decided to just use the shower then go to the walk-in closet and wore a white oversized shirt and white short shorts.

The broken, lifeless body of the sweet girl with blonde hair, her lifeless eyes, the spreading blood, the screams that still echoed in my head. No, the unknown was definitely better than facing that. So, I watched in helpless abandon as two men entered the room and grabbed a screaming Chloe and a crying Beth, taking them into the all for inspection, and still I watched the faces, I memorised the features, because one day. One day they would pay. Day 36 of captivity

Even if I worked for twenty years, I could never gather all these things. My top priority is my sick mother. I have to find a way to leave this place. I don't know anybody here. I don't know what I have done wrong. I was grabbed by two men and they whisked me inside like I was a criminal. I didn't have the time to take in the enormous view of the interior design. I was locked into a room.

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.”

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) #WrongReasonRightOne #Mafia #Dark #Twisted #Steamy #ReadtheWarnings #SensitiveThemes #Dominant #Caged #Kidnapped #Revenge Synopsis From First Book in Duo Series: CAGED-A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance Erica Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment. Antonio Rossi. He bought me for the reasons unknown and now I’m a captive in his billion dollar cage. It has cliffs and forests and river. It has everything but the peace and freedom— two things I have

He was a savior, and she was the lost soul he had been sent to rescue. I closed the book and pressed it against my chest, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. The passage had struck something deep inside me, a nerve I hadn't known was exposed. My captor had chosen this book deliberately. He wanted me to read these words, to see myself in the woman on the cliff, to understand that resistance was futile because the man who had taken me genuinely believed he was saving me. A knock at the door made me jump so hard I nearly dropped the book. I set it aside and smoothed my dress, forcing my voice into something resembling calm. "Come in."

“I was taken from my home. Ripped away from everything I knew and thrown into your world. And you, God, Vincent, you took everything from me. My choices, my freedom, my sense of safety. You made the decisions, and I just had to live with them.” I drew a shaky breath, my fingers curling into my lap as the emotions started to rise. “At that point, I didn’t see you. Not really. All I saw was the man who locked me in a golden cage and held the key with a smirk. I was scared, I was angry, and I was so, so alone. All I wanted was to escape.” He didn’t interrupt. His eyes were steady, but there was something unreadable swimming in them, something dark and vulnerable all at once.

He caught both my wrists, pinned them above my head in the same fluid motion he probably used to disarm grown men twice my size, and drove his knee between mine—not to hurt, just to stop me from kicking. The position was infuriating. Humiliating. And darkly intoxicating in a way that made me want to scream. He stared into my eyes, his forehead almost touching mine. “You fight beautifully,” he murmured. “But you’re predictable when you’re angry.” “Let go of me.” “No.” “That’s an order.” He smiled, slow and cruel. “I don’t take orders from my captive.” I tried to twist free; he pinned my wrists tighter. I tried to knee him; he shifted his hips, forcing mine back against the wall.