Novelas y relatos de Captivity

72 BA Held Captive His fingers run on the armrest of his golden throne; an elbow is supporting his upper body; his legs are crossed. Before his sight, in the center of the aisle, a huge silver cage sits. Inside are their precious captive: Nyx’s and Alpha Lachlan’s wolves, Beta Mellow, and Sebastian. Viller tilted his neck sideways, to and fro. “I got pain on my muscles. They are all heavy. I’ll certainly remind myself to bring a lot of chaperone with me.”

"How are you feeling?" I shrugged a shoulder, "I'm being held captive and as if that isn't traumatic enough I was almost raped tonight. So I'm doing just great." "Sorry," he smiled sheepishly and took a seat at the foot of the bed, "Pretty stupid, question, huh?" I nodded, "Yeah, pretty much." "I guess you can tell I'm not really used to making small talk then?" "Yeah, I'd say it's obvious." "Look, I know that I tied you up and had a part in bringing you here, but I want you to know that you can trust me. And that I will do my best to make sure he doesn't hurt you."

But seeing them now, and knowing I was about to be a victim of them but unwillingly, unlike most of the women I’d seen that night having a time of their life, a cold shiver ran down my spine and I instinctively pressed my thighs together as though that would save me from the madness my captor was about to unleash on me. I was cut short from my wandering thoughts when he stepped into my view again, holding a handcuff and a leather whip. I expected him to order me to strip again but instead, he walked past me, placed them on a stool beside the table, and returned, only to forcefully grab my arm and jerk me up, leaving me dizzy from how fast he’d done it. He dragged me along to the table and be

I narrowed my eyes at him, "You just don't give up, do you?" "Giving up isn't something I know how to do." "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you're going to have to give up on this one." He got to his feet, walking over to me, "No. Ripley, you're just so far in that you can no longer see the exit. All you need is someone who's willing to drag you back. And I am, even if I must do it with you kicking and screaming." "Fin, let me tell you a little secret. You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved."

The cold, unforgiving ground beneath them seemed to mock their vulnerability, amplifying their sense of powerlessness. With methodical efficiency, the victors bound their captives, one by one, their movements deliberate and devoid of mercy. The ropes bit into the flesh of the Sangre men, serving as physical manifestations of their confinement. Each knot tightened like the clutches of an invisible predator, ensnaring their freedom and ensuring their compliance.

"He shouldn't have escaped at all. It was all your incompetence that aided him." Mostafa had been furious when he discovered that Captive had escaped, taking Mostafa's prized sex-slave in training with him. Initially, he'd ordered Captive to be killed on sight and his slave returned, but later, after he'd calmed down, he decided to capture Captive alive for a more gruesome fate. He wants to watch him die slowly. Painfully. . . . .

She knew as long as a captive brought something to the table their life could be spared, if not they were useless and just another mouth to feed. The door swung open and another captive entered. She tried opening her eyes but it felt like there was a thick barrier over her eyes and no matter how much she blinked it did not go away. The captive had what seemed to be a canvas bag pulled over her head and was still wearing a suit. Red hair stuck out from under the bag. "Sasha!" She screamed. She was put in the far corner of the room, unable for her to reach or make sure that she was not injured.

As the hours went by as she sat in her bedroom, with two security men on each side, reality slowly dawned on her. She was a captive to a mysterious man in the mafia, and her life as she knew it had ended. She wiped frantically at her eyes to stop the tears. She couldn’t afford to dwell on it. She had to find a way back home somehow; she had to find her way to Camila and reach out to her father. “Can I use the bathroom, please?” It was the first words she had spoken after a while. The men did not budge. “Really? I need to go. Are you going to prevent me from doing that?”

The capture of Kitana Lee at the Vance Docks should have been the end of the "Serpent’s Vendetta." But as she sat in the reinforced holding cell of the Krauser Kartel’s secure facility, her hands bound in high-tensile suppression cuffs, she didn't look like a defeated woman. She looked like a predator who had simply changed the location of the kill.

On our wedding anniversary, Eugene tied me up on the rooftop of an unfinished building. He sat calmly before me, playing a video with deliberate slowness. In the video, my father knelt repeatedly, begging Eugene for my sake. My eyes burned with rage, but Eugene kicked me violently, snapping, "Do you feel distressed seeing your father like this? But how can it compare to even a fraction of the sorrow I felt when I lost Megan?" The sudden pain caused me to arch my back, and darkness clouded my vision, almost sending me into unconsciousness, yet I was powerless to scream.