Captivity Novels & Stories

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“Those girls were generally locked, bred, occasionally maimed for additional income and kept as such. The children were generally put into captivity from birth to go through the same process. Most adults didn’t even speak languages and were highly feral. Was it caused mostly by their genetic, how they were raised, or most probably both? Ultimately, we’ll never know. Some wizards studied them as much as they could and documented it, but they were, in the end, too dangerous to keep into captivity.” “Captivity,” I said, my voice arctic. “There were not sane, Kaden. Some were maybe sixth to twelfth ge

Jasper said and grabbed a shirt on the couch. ****~~°°°°~~**** *Captive's Home* The door swung open and Anna's captive walked into the basement with a young girl on his shoulder, his mask was off his face. He shut the door closed and locked it up. He walked over to the chair Anna was tied to and he laid the young girl on the floor in front of her. Although he had tied her up but he didn't seal her lips like he's been doing, perhaps he has a reason for it.

Sophie shifted her seat beside me as she spoke. “What do you mean their first?” The coldness of the Dark Woods seemed to grow stronger and stronger each moment. The rustling in the woods, the howls of the wolves, and the invisible eyes that I felt before seemed to flood all my senses. Petra locked her eyes on Sophie. “We are not their first.” Everyone’s eyes and ears were all focused on Petra. “We are not the first captives the blood drinkers took.” Sophie gasped beside me with her hand placed over her mouth.

he said devilishly. "What are you planning to do?" Kim asked curiously. "You'll see. All I'm gonna do first is to take it slow and make him fall on my trap. I'm gonna lure a prey inside my cage and make him scream 'till he passed out. That doesn't sounds bad, isn't?" he asked the two guys who just shrugged it off. "Whatever you say." Kim said. "We can't do anything about it though. Just do what you fucking want. Now may you excuse me, I need to gargle the whole mouth wash after eating a girl's pussy." he said.

Day 2 of captivity Well so far so good. Kind of. I mean they definitely bought the act, they captured me with little to no damage, not that it would matter all that much in the long run, I like the rest of my species, had superior healing ability and just about everything would heal in next to no time. They obviously didn’t consider me a threat and had dragged me back, blindfolded, and cuffed, to a mostly wooden building about an hour’s drive from where I was taken.

The Luca currently suspended above me looks murderous with rage. Against my better judgement, my stomach tightens with fear. "I do not think you fully grasp the severity of your situation, my pet. You. Are. My. Captive. I guess it's high time I educated you on how this master-captive situation will go." Master-captive situation? Give me a break.

Once it's all gone, I let go of my red wolf power which leaves me gasping for air and sweating. "What the fuck was that?" My captive asks, pinning himself up against the inside of the van and as far away from me as he can get, clearly terrified.

The fact that they did it in front of that door meant they wanted me to hear them talk "What do you mean?" "The guy is mad or something, why on earth is he thinking us for? Beating the living crap out of him?" "He was just raised well maybe that's all, don't start getting into the Lima syndrome shit and stuff" "What the fuck is that?" "Lima syndrome? Where the captor starts feeling sympathy for the hostage"

I tried to crane my neck, searching for other familiar faces, but I came up short. The braavasi captives where an exotic sort. Some Brigishans, some Tvaris, Some Belakazis, and I even saw a Revillonian man being taken back to his kingdom as a captive. We were given makeshift mud plates and One by one according to the line, some kind of porridge mash was doled out. As the line trudged on, I noticed that all the captives were silent. Even Kezira behind me, didn't breathe a word. So I also silently limped along the line.