Novel & Cerita Captors

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?

Just fixes those sharp green eyes on me. A rat snagged in a mesh net. I am that. They won't give up on this. They will not stop probing me until I say anything that casts me in a negative light. Detective Bradley says, "Miss Leo, we have witnesses." "And you are captured on camera leading him to his death by a fire exit." Breach. It was he who guided me out. Detective Ferdinand grinned more broadly. "If you don't start telling us something we don't already know, we'll play a recording to a jury."

A few torches burned along the path, casting flickering light across the ground. Five of them knelt before me, their wrists bound in silver restraints that hissed faintly against their skin. They looked worn, not like ordinary rogues, but not like warriors either. Still, I had learned long ago never to trust appearances. My beta stood beside me as I approached. “They claim to be hunters, Alpha Zane,” he said in a low voice. I studied them in silence for a moment. The tallest of the captives raised his head to meet my gaze, his eyes weredark and tired. I crouched slightly, making sure he saw every inch of my authority before I spoke.

Timothy’s gaze flickered once—back to Elliot’s screen—before shifting away. “Name.” A pause. “They operate under the name Helix.” The word settled in the room like something heavier than it should have been. “Capabilities?” Timothy asked. “Highly advanced. Coordinated. They don’t engage in random attacks.” Timothy’s expression didn’t change. “Then what do they engage in?” Another pause. Slightly longer this time. “Targeted dismantling.” Timothy turned his head slowly. “Explain.” “They identify key individuals within powerful systems,” the man continued carefully. “Then they isolate, destabilize, and remove them.”

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

Well, I can say at this very moment, our capturers do not wish for us to know who they are. Next, I can hear what sounds like steel chairs being stacked together; we are about to be tied up, if we shall be tortured, that I do not have any answer as well. With that, they lead us each to a chair and tie us to it very firmly, perhaps once inch too firm for your hand to move comfortably around. Yet, lesson one of being captured… Shut your fucking mouth. And that is what we do as our capturers are yet to make themselves known. They have taken their conversation far off in the distance from where their words sound only but a mumble.

They just discarded of one woman, a human, to steal another. “Fuck. I wanted to keep the humans out of this.” I grumbled. Both Ryder and Cohen stared at me curiously, not knowing that I had already configured everything in my head. I just needed the proof. That was going to be the problem. “Do they have any leads?” I asked, praying to the Goddess that maybe, just maybe someone would recognize the captors. I heard a deep sigh, and I had my answer before he spoke.

FLASHBACK I was taking a walk around the island when my feet bring me in the beach. A gorgeous white fine sand and a clear sea that glistens when the sunlight hits its surface. I decided to take a picture of it when my camera caught a girl busy painting a beautiful art of the scenery. I was mesmerized and decided to have a closer look but when I decided to zoom in to get a closer look a beautiful and mesmerizing smile from the painter caught my eye. The painter’s beauty was more mesmerizing than her painting itself.

The ginger kid huffed at me and turned his face away as he folded his arms. The other one rolled his orange eyes at his friend before holding out a bleeding hand towards me. “I’m Torch” he spoke, with a nervous smile at me “I’m your Captor. I’m the one who Banded you.” “While I was dead?” I huffed “you don’t play fair either, do you?” “None of us do” the man chuckled, bending to my level “it’s survival of the fittest. You should know the best about that.” Anger flared through me at the comment, but I did not let myself be baited by the words. I eyed the trembling hand pointed at me but still refused to take it.

“It seems like it would be nearly impossible to keep up with all of the Vampires in the world and then adding in most of the Hunters. How in the world does the Leader keep up with it?” “I will defer that question to Jamie, since he is more of an expert on the current system,” Janette said, looking in his direction. Jamie sat up a little straighter and cleared his throat. “Well, every Hunter and every Guardian has a device implanted directly into his or her eye. It’s called an Intelligence Assistance Communicator, or IAC. It’s basically the smallest and most powerful computer ever invented. It allows you to communicate via thought with anyone else who also has an IAC implant. We can also acce