Captivity นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?

I am sure he will torment me and then finish me in the most excruciating way. The bedroom door opened, causing me to crawl across the far corner of the bed. I caught the sight of my captor as Ivan entered the room all in his frightening glory. He shut the door behind me and locked it, and my heart hammered violently against my chest, pulsing in my veins. His demeanor clearly indicates how angry he is, making me gulp in nervousness. I can't help but to tense up in anticipation, scared of what's about to happen. I want nothing more than to get on my knees and beg him for forgiveness, but I won't.

Many times it has been called innocent with a touch of mischief and that's all. I do not know if it is that little mischief that forced me to search the cartons in the room. My mouth hung open when I realized that there were weapons inside the stuffed dolls. Some of them, I did not understand but I know a gun when I see one - not a toy gun. A real gun. I also know a pen knife used to carve chickens in pieceful gatherings which is always used to carve higher animals when the need arises. Yesterday and two days before, it was just water I had. I don't know if it is what my captor understands by change of meal or maybe she is punishing me for the sins she knows I will commit.

Well, I can say at this very moment, our capturers do not wish for us to know who they are. Next, I can hear what sounds like steel chairs being stacked together; we are about to be tied up, if we shall be tortured, that I do not have any answer as well. With that, they lead us each to a chair and tie us to it very firmly, perhaps once inch too firm for your hand to move comfortably around. Yet, lesson one of being captured… Shut your fucking mouth. And that is what we do as our capturers are yet to make themselves known. They have taken their conversation far off in the distance from where their words sound only but a mumble.

Talk Zainab f*cking communicate with me (he yelled at her in the end making her shivered badly ) ( she wanted to yell at him too but no words came out of her mouth instead a whimper came because of Tahir's strong grip on her wrist ) T:- (noticing her getting scared he left her wrist ) I don't want to scare you jaan . But you need to understand you can't escape . Z:- (standing immediately ) What have I done wrong to get kidnapped and being forced to witness such trauma . Let me go please (her voice croaked a bit ) T:- ( in a soft voice ) We both know you can't go . Don't worry in just a week you will be free from his captive . Z:- ( in a confusing manner ) What do you mean ?

Finally, just as he thinks he’s going to meet the Moon Goddess, he’s sat back up and he vomits, his body trying to expel the wolfsbane. “Why did you leave your pack?” Wren asks. “To... Protect them...” the captive answers weakly as his head falls back, and he tries to catch his breath. “How many others are you working with?” “No... one...” Wren grabs his hair at the back of his head and punches him hard in the face. “Liar!” The captive’s eyes lock with Wrens, and he gives him a half-crazed smile. “Torture me all you want. I will never tell you a fucking thing.”

numb from the rain, this time definitely felt something, but in the same way the sensation had arrived, everything else disappeared almost instantly, her body fell completely inert into the arms of her captor, a massive man with dark eyes, the same guy who had beaten her before she could escape. Her head was pounding, as if her heart had decided to find a new place to beat other than her chest, each beat sending a wave of pain through her body, her face feeling heavy and swollen, opening her eyes or at least trying, she felt nauseated and the weight of her own head managed to make her fall, she wasn't sure if she was standing up or lying down, she felt almost as if she were floating, and her

“If you are caught, they will take you somewhere. Inject you with serums that render you weaker than an average human. They won't kill you completely because they know we are part human too. Instead, they'll strip away your werewolf essence and imprison you.” The word “prison” reverberated in my mind, striking a discordant chord within me. Images of confinement, isolation, and loss of freedom flashed before my eyes. I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the situation, the cruel fate that awaited me if captured. My werewolf heritage, a part of my identity, threatened to be rendered void, leaving me diminished, powerless.

Though it's never occurred before, my pussy trembles with memories, almost as if it recalls having him inside. Then again, he blinks. And here I am, peering back at a predator. I hold my breath. Goat. He shifts in nature. God, God, God, please. I firmly place my back on the table. Captured. How should I proceed? Is this the Darius's pack member I've never met? Is Nathan there here because Jade informed him about my presence over the phone? The only part of him that moves is his nose, but even so, I whimper as though he's just pulled a knife.

"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.