Captivity Book Novels & Stories

“Yes. Thank you, Dr. Clarksdale. Thank you.” It was a small victory, pathetically small in the grand scheme of things. But in that moment, it felt monumental. A book meant a window to somewhere else. A book meant breaking the monotony that threatened to drive me truly insane. A book meant connection to words, to ideas, to the world beyond these stone walls. Most importantly, a book meant they believed I was broken. And that belief would be their undoing. Because if there was one thing I had learned in these three months of captivity, watching my body waste away while my mind sharpened like a blade against a whetstone, it was this: sometimes you have to let them think they’ve won before you c

The damp, decrepit warehouse reeked of sweat, blood, and desperation. The air was heavy with fear, the kind that clung to the skin and settled deep in the chest. Five captives were crammed into a corner, their wrists bound with ropes that bit into their flesh. Each one wore an expression of utter defeat, their bodies sagging against the cold concrete wall. A woman sat among them, cradling her infant to her chest, her face streaked with tears as she rocked back and forth, murmuring broken prayers.

"I can't stay with you against my will! It's perverse, it's barbaric. I'm not some toy you can just dress up and keep. I can't be what you want me to be Khalid!" His nose flared and his hand tightened on the gearshift as though straining to keep himself from grabbing her. "We had a deal," he snarled. "You had a deal!" she said desperately. "You gave me no choice!" "I gave you more," he bit out in rage, "than I've given anyone, ever." Tears gathered in Shania's eyes. She was saddened that she couldn't reach him. That he had led such a lonely existence. That he couldn't understand the difference between giving himself to a free woman and giving himself to a captive.

"I thought we were way past you being my slave. You can't be my slave and talk to me like that. Looking me straight in the eye. You wouldn't dare." "Then what am I?" I stepped closer. "Because you treat me like property one minute and your mate the next. I can't keep up with which version of you I'm supposed to deal with." "Both." He moved toward me. "You get both. The Alpha who demands respect and the mate who will burn the world down to keep you safe. You're still my captive, little bird." "I don't want either." I shoved him again. "I want freedom. I want a choice. I want to stop feeling like I'm drowning every time you touch me. I want to be able to call you what you are, an arrogant, dom

"For now, you are. But remember, you're not alone in this. I'll make sure you have everything you need, but you must also understand the consequences of trying to escape." Her gaze held mine, a mix of fear and defiance. "I'm not going to make this easy for you, Angelo." I simply inclined my head, acknowledging her spirit. "Good. I'd expect nothing less." With that, I turned and left her alone, wondering how this captive would fit into the complicated chessboard of my life.

I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t want him thinking of me as a kid sister. He tilted his wineglass at me and another slice of flames settled in the depth of his eyes. I had the strangest feeling that I should leave. “Never run from a predator,” ran through my head. “Do you have any idea how long my forced captivity will last?” I asked. He tipped his glass to his lips. I watched the action and another wave of desire trembled inside me. I was thankful for the coolness of the glass in my hand. “I need books to pass the time,” I said in a slightly choked voice when he didn’t answer. “I stayed up as late as I could and slept until after the noon hour, but I still had too much time on my hands.”

Noah's breathing slowed, his body relaxing into her touch as he realized what she was doing. Noah’s hand moved to her hip, his grip tight as he pulled her closer, guiding her so that she was straddling him. His eyes burned into hers, a silent demand that needed no words. Belle’s breath hitched, her body tingling with anticipation as she positioned herself over him, the head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance.

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Daniel doesn’t answer the man right away either, just lets his gaze drop from the ceiling to the man’s hands, empty today. No food, no books, not even the half hearted attempts at conversation from before. “Took you long enough,” he finally mutters in response, voice flat. “Thought maybe you’d finally forgotten about me.” The captor chuckles, low and amused. “Forgotten you? Hardly. You’re far too… entertaining.” He drags a chair across the floor and sits opposite him, leaning forward on his elbows. “Although, I’ll admit, you’ve become less talkative. The initial excitement of your captivity wearing thin so fast?”

Raven's broad frame instantly loomed over Cara. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent that had him completely spellbound. The most vulnerable spot was caught between his lips, and Cara immediately ceased her struggling. She knew she couldn’t fight against Raven’s strength. She accepted it, just like how she had surrendered so many times to the harsh fate life dealt her. Held captive, with no way out, she became a willing prisoner. Mocked, unable to argue back, she bowed her head and listened. Taken, unable to resist, she bore it in silence.