Captivity Book Novels & Stories

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I nod my head even if I had no idea what that means. He places the book in the table between us. A few words are written in reddish brown on the brown surface. "What's in it?" I ask. "Basically rules, what is expected of a capo, a wife, an underboss, a solder and a couple other things I don't want to discuss. It has a list of punishments for traitors, or when rules are broken." his eyes do not move from me. My eyes looking at anywhere but him. I decided to focus on the book since we were talking about it.

"You should've stood guard outside. And Ally should've come up faster." "Sir. We didn't – " I scoff, shake my head and spit under my breath. "Incompetence." "I'm so sorry, Sir," he hangs his head in shame. The drive up to the top floor is unsettling. I can't stop tapping my foot restlessly against the metal floorboard, while Peter tries to hide how uneasy he feels by staring hard at the wall, his arms behind him and his lips sealed in a neutral line. Our heavy footsteps as we walk down the hallway must've alerted my stubborn captive for as we near her room door, she turns the lock and opens it by a chink, cocking out her head to take a peek out, her long, lustrous black curls framing her sma

I'm their willing slut, eager for whatever they want to give me. "Look at her." Santos yanks my head back by my hair, his cock popping free of my mouth, a string of spit connecting us. "Our little hostage fucktoy. Moaning like a whore while two killers use her holes. You like this, don't you? Like being our captive?" "Yes," I gasp. "Yes, I love it." "She loves it." Nico speeds up, pounding into me harder, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. "Our hostage loves being fucked by the men who kidnapped her. Don't you? Love being our captive slut?"

Surely my life will be better once I get freed from their grip. *** The day of the charity event was scheduled before the end of my suspension. It will be held in a five star hotel, and I'm currently in the car on my way there. My lips were tightly pressed into a grim line. I'm not in the mood. I know I’ll be having a pretend game again and I couldn't help but think about what Nik said that day. He was right. I'm two-faced. I act so nice and kind in front of other people when my insides are always in chaos because of the situation. A rebellion has been reigning in my heart since the day I realized that I am just a possession.

She would spend the day, walking in the gardens and reading books until it was time to sleep,since she was locked up like she was in the other mansion. despite the tranquility of their surroundings, Sophia couldn't shake off the feeling that she was trapped. She was a prisoner, held captive by a man who doesn’t seem to care about anything than money. And as the nights drew in, Sophia would lie awake, her heart pounding with fear. how long would she be held captive?

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.

He emanated authority, and I couldn't help but feel like I was walking straight into his trap. But it wasn't only Mat who made me think; it was also his soldiers. They surrounded the automobile, their gaze locked on me with an unmistakable intensity. They were definitely prepared for something. I had no idea what that item was. I took a deep breath and resolved to take advantage of the chance that had been provided to me. I unlocked the car door and hopped inside, pausing to buckle my seat belt. The car's interior felt weird, like a foreign country in comparison to the constraints of the chamber I had been imprisoned to for so long.

I trudged over there and pushed the door open. Inside were bookshelves as high as the ceilings. Every inch of the room was covered with books and the roof had a glass window that gave room for bright sunlight to peer through. It was so beautiful. "My goodness," I said to myself as I walked deeper into the room, my hand touching everything and anything it could. I looked at the books and saw that some were educational, some were folktales about humans and Lycans, while others were romantic tales. My cheeks grew hot as I read the name of one to be The King's captive.

But trust goes both ways. May 8th. I'm pregnant. I should be happy. Instead, I'm terrified. How can I bring a child into this? Tears blur my vision. I was pregnant. Damien told me we lost a baby, but reading these words makes it real in a way his careful explanation didn't. I can feel the fear bleeding through the pages, the sense of being trapped with no way out. The entries continue through the summer, documenting Ava's growing horror as she uncovered more evidence of Damien's crimes. Insider trading. Bribery. Corporate espionage. She wrote about contacting federal investigators in secret, gathering proof, and planning to testify.