Novel & Cerita Captors

He almost looks as if he is made of metal. The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin...

The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin... With each name, my fear grows. These aliens are twice the size of their female counterparts, and they don't look friendly. They don't necessarily look mean either, but I can tell they have killed. Their bodies and demeanor say power. A power that I could never dream of matching.

Not when I have pack to help carry it. Inside the command center, Luna has maps spread across every surface. Phoenix monitors communication feeds as Gio reviews facility schematics. Even Knox and Cass are present despite their injuries, offering tactical advice. "There she is." Luna looks up. "Feeling better?" "Much better." I move to the maps. "What am I looking at?" "Montana facility, complete breakdown." She starts briefing. "Four captives confirmed—two females, two males. Security is lighter than expected, probably because Council resources are stretched dealing with escapes and exposure. We're looking at maybe twelve guards total."

My thumb hovers over the keypad, heartbeat kicking up a notch. *How do you tell someone you’re inviting them to a friendly kidnapping for art?* Eventually, I type: > One track. Here. My captor says yes. > No phones. No photos. No names. > Are you in? I hit send. The little whoosh sound feels louder than it should. My pulse stutters while the typing dots appear…vanish…reappear. His reply comes faster than it should over a supposedly scrubbed line. > For you? > Always.

My Captor *** (Amber POV) Because of my stupidity so I am now imprisoned. And this man in front of me now is the one who locked me up. My captor. I used to consider him an older brother, but after all, he did. Far be it from me to consider him a brother anymore. Tsss. I stared at the chain wrapped around my leg. He removed the rope from my hand and chained my right foot to the railings of the balcony.

He adds. "Who the hell is 'he'?" I snap. "And… she's clueless as well. Terrible!" I take a moment to think about it and realize that he might be speaking of Allister. A shiver runs down my spine. What in the goddess's name have I gotten myself into? I feel a liquid down the side of my mouth, and I lick it off. It tastes metallic... 'Blood, my blood.' I’ve got a split lip. I look at my Captor, and feel like a scared little cat. He is well built, his face straight and uninterested. He appears elusive by nature, and everything about him commands attention and respect.

It's cruel for him to compare the three handsome guys to a titan but that's the only tall creature he can think of. "This is Kimmon Grey Fallon. Kim, this is Primo Aziel Hughes, my new camera man." "It's nice meeting you, Mr. Hughes." Kimmon said in all formality, offering a hand which Primo accepted kindly with a nervous smile. "H-hi Mr. Kimmon. Please just call me Primo." "Ok, Primo " he said and turn to look at Allen.

I snapped. “What kinda kidnapper are you?! You haven’t even said what you want from me?” “You enjoy this, don’t you?” He didn’t answer any of my question. He just leaned against the wall, his cold eyes darting at me. “Why are you keeping me here?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. “I didn’t do anything. The only thing I remember is—” My voice dropped. “—that thing at the store. I saw it kill someone. And now I’m here. What’s the connection, huh? You part of it?”

Lily's POV This man is a sicko. He watched as I just got dragged and almost raped and he still did nothing. I hadn't been able to focus on the man he'd been torturing, I had to control my heartbeat. The fear of what was about to be that didn't end up being. The moment flashed through my mind repeatedly. The grip. The glazed eyes filled with disgusting desire. I hated it. It made my mouth bitter. But as I stared into the eyes of my captor I didn't know what to feel or say with his grey eyes staring into mine.

Footsteps echoed along the ridge. Kain and the commander—now allies—stood above us, their lights shining through the dark mesh of the net. Kain’s face was satisfied; the commander’s, cold. The commander lifted his weapon and aimed it directly at us. He didn’t intend to shoot. A locator beacon was in his hand. “Cargo secured,” he said into the communicator. “Both subjects captured. One is… critical.” Sadira lay in my arms, her eyes slowly closing. The blood no longer flowed. That was a bad sign. My heart clenched with fear. To see her strength, stubbornness, conviction drain away so suddenly—leaving only a fragile, pale body in my arms.