Captivity นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Is this how Ramon has kept my father captive all these years? My heart bled as I walked into the room. The surrounding air grew heavier with each step, and the tension was palpable as I approached the figure on the ground. How can anyone be so cruel as to keep someone tied up in such a condition for so long? The figure’s eyes met mine, filled with fear and desperation. “No,” he said, his body shaking uncontrollably. My father barely whispered, but it was enough to confirm my worst fears—he had indeed endured captivity in this dreadful place for years.

But now, thanks to Nikolai, they are now freshly showered, well fed and are not in a stressed situation to hide. "Adam, I don't know how long it's been since I ate like this" Kelly spoke, remembering her miserable days after she was kidnapped. The women who were kidnapped by Christian were not fed well. They used to play a vile game where the woman had to please the men to earn basic necessities like even using a bathroom or eating. If those old men are not pleased, then the women will be starved and abused. Kelly shuddered remembering those dark days. She feels dirty whenever she remembers those days.

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.

"Your mark? You speak of this?" She curled her fingers, and the air resonated, bits of light spinning like broken stars around her hands. "The cuff-links that kept me captive? Gone. I am no longer your puppet." Vladimir's eyes sparkled. "You think tossing them away sets you free? You've only just begun to learn what true captivity is.". "Captivity? I lost everything—my family, my home, my future. And you? You took it all to build your throne on bones."

She yelps, terrified. “You don’t expect me to treat you well do you?” I scoff, crouching so I can stare into her eyes, “You don’t get it do you? You are a Mahonnas! You are not here to live your fucking best life, you are here as a captive. You are here as sweet revenge against your father and you expect to be treated like a fucking princess? Get this straight, I am doing you a favour not ending your life right this instant. You are fucking captive and I am your captor,” I sneer, “and a captive gets punished when she breaks the rules.” She shakes her head, “No. Nothing can be worse than marrying a Rossellini.”

I was born a rare white wolf, daughter of a respected elder. By birthright, I should have been a cherished princess. Instead, I was offered up as a “hostage bride” for a fragile peace. That day, under the pale glow of the Moonstone Square, the elders gathered to carve the oath: two packs would withdraw their armies, and in exchange for ten years of truce, a marriage would be the bond. Every stroke etched into the stone felt like a blade carving into my chest.

“So who is hot fiesty chic really?” “She saw me in my wolf form while I was performing the sacred moon ritual,” I said. “That’s all you need to know.” Lucian scoffed. “You kidnapped her for that?” I didn’t look up. “You’d rather the Council got her?” He frowned. “They’ll come either way. You know the rules. Humans who see us—” “Don’t live.” I finished the sentence quietly. He tilted his head. “Then why is she still breathing?”

I don't know how to go about this kidnapping seeing as it's my first time keeping someone held captive. Im not going to be an evil captor. I'm not gonna tie her up and make her do things she doesn't want to. I'll leave her alone for a week and go from there. There should be a book for kidnapping for dummies. But then everyone would do that and do unthinkable things. I'm not a cruel person, I may or may not have tied her up in the beginning but seeing her weak and dangling frame I didn't want to do that again.

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.

“I can see the bond between the both of you Hunter. I can see the intertwined thread between you two, the way you tug at it, the way you hold totalk control over it. You can have him do anything you want, and have him say anything you want. If that’s not holding a person captive then i don’t know what is. Hunter repeats his words again, each omne carrying a mellow tone to it again as he responds, “I am not the one holding him captive. He’s here of his own free will.”