Captors Novels & Stories

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.

He rubbed the tip of his nose and looked out the jali wall in the corridor, "Don't take any actions. Just track the case and keep me posted." There was a surprised pause on the other side, "Do I make no effort to take down the website?" "Absolutely none," He commanded, zeroing in on his eyes at the car rolling towards the mansion. The white flag and the emblem of Maangarh on the hood made his eyebrows knit together. "Positive, hukum. Have a good day." Kabir said and Ranvijay cut the call. He made his way to the exit, surprised at the man who stepped down from the car. "Sartaj!"

Open her eyes and look back at death itself, right in her face? Pain shot across her face in a quick and completely surprising wave, she felt her brain jump inside her head and her body move in the same direction as her head, it was a strange feeling to be slapped after she had thought her face was gone. 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.

the Kea says and my heartbeat pounds so loudly in my ears I almost miss him calling my name out. "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 rambles off as I walk out of the holding room. I keep my chin high and lock onto the empty chair next to Commander Saz. When I pull the chair out and sit down I look up to find I am seated in front of the fifth Kea female.

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.