Captors Novels & Stories

I had to see for myself if what Isabella said was true. Twenty minutes later, the cab screeched to a halt in front of the mansion. I used my spare key to let myself in and ran straight to Vincent's study. There was a hidden room behind the bookcase. I knew the code. I punched it in, and a section of the wall slid open, revealing the surveillance hub inside. Multiple computers, countless monitor screens, and various high-tech recording devices. I sat down at the main computer and navigated the file directory. In a folder labeled "S," I found an encrypted subfolder.

A shiver went down my spine. My heart sank. I was surrounded. ‘But how come? I'm just an Omega… with no value whatsoever.’ But I couldn't convince myself they weren't here for me any longer as they drew closer, tightening their circle. There was nowhere to escape through. I shakily crouched down, my muscles tensed in panic and fear. But when I saw the sharp equipment glinting dangerously in the moonlight and remembered, I shut my eyes. Wolf traffickers captured and sell wolves for profit to distant places. Sometimes the wolves are dismembered. A chill crept down my spine thinking about what would happen once they caught me.

Noah's breathing slowed, his body relaxing into her touch as he realized what she was doing. Noah’s hand moved to her hip, his grip tight as he pulled her closer, guiding her so that she was straddling him. His eyes burned into hers, a silent demand that needed no words. Belle’s breath hitched, her body tingling with anticipation as she positioned herself over him, the head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance.

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

It was on the other side of the road now, and I wondered if we were being followed. That could have been the plan, to distract me long enough to catch up to me, maybe some sort of ambush. This wouldn't be the first time that happened. Alastor could sense the tension, and maybe he could hear the thing in the woods too. He picked up the pace, plodding along with some sense of urgency. The captive was bobbing along behind me, awkwardly holding her bound hands to the side. Every now and then, her chest brushed my back again, and my thoughts scattered in a hundred different directions.

"These kidnappers are greedy." "It's not about the money." Eric shook his head. "That's a diversion." Tim suddenly pointed at a corner of the screen. "That watch—" They leaned in and noticed the kidnapper was wearing a distinctive mechanical watch with a small snake symbol on the dial. "A custom Vistaria model. There are less than ten of them in the world," Tim narrowed his eyes. "Check the buyer list." Eric immediately looked at Sean, who understood and went off to make the call.

Before passing out, I heard one last thing from my captor: “We found A1-2, everyone. We found our little luna.”

Now I feel even more pressured. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out for 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 Kea rapid fires and we walk out of the holding room. I try to keep my face blank as I take my seat, but I can feel the females look me over. When I bring my eyes up I look right into the face of the most beautiful Bronkark woman I have ever seen and a smile breaks across my face.

He wouldn't let this happen. He would come for me. He always did. Even | knew life with Massimo...his controlling hands, his unpredictable moods, and his obsessive nature was better than whatever this stranger had planned. Bootsteps scraped against the floor and I forced myself to lift my head. My captor, ugly and smug, a shadow of a man with teeth that caught in the lantern light, stood a few feet away watching me like I was somne prize animal he'd caught in a trap. His face looked like it had been

But the lack of windows and the locked door made it clear: Betty is a captive, not a guest. She noticed a small note on the bedside table, it read “you’ll meet the boss soon, be prepared”. Betty’s heart sank. What did they plan to do with her? and who is the boss?. Suddenly, the door creaked open and the man from earlier stood before her. “Get ready”, he said “the boss awaits you”. Betty’s eyes locked unto his and she saw a flicker or something there, something that made her wonder what her captor had in mind for her.