Captured Novels & Stories

Armin raised an eyebrow, intrigued as he opened the file. His eyes narrowed as the images loaded, one after another. Each photo revealed the same scene, taken from different angles: Ivan Anderson sitting in the VIP club, the mysterious woman leaning into him, their hands touching, their faces close. The photos were precise, perfectly timed, capturing the intimacy of the moment. They told a story—one that Armin could easily use to his advantage.

I fumbled for it, desperate for a distraction, anything to anchor me. But when the screen lit up, my breath caught in my throat. Pictures. Sent from an unknown number. My heart nearly stopped as I scrolled through them with trembling fingers. It was me. It was Frederick. Captured from the outside but it was clear as day what was happening. Our lips locked, his hand on my cheek, my body seeming like it was leaning into him. A sick wave of nausea surged up my throat. Who? Who the hell had taken these? And why were they sending them to me now?

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.

He experiences a violent urge to advance and taste her slickness. Instead, he silently slides his encrypted mobile unit from his pocket, capturing a high-resolution image of the violation. The two characters are completely consumed by their interaction, allowing him to transmit the data directly to Clark Kent along with a secure data text.

A faint, mysterious, scary voice responded. My heart stopped. "Dan." Dan replied simply and then I saw the beaming of a blue light right above the door, flashing through our faces and I could tell quickly they it was a cctv camera. My palms were starting to glisten with sweat. "You are here with a little girl. Why so?" The voice called out again after a short moment. The camera muse have projected our faces of the ones who were truly at the door so the person who owned the voice could know if it was truly Dan who was at the door or not.

He shoos me towards the Ferrari. I walk eagerly to the car, with the key I was given in my right hand. I press on the unlock pad and the door slides open. I pull open the dashboard, and there is a card in it. Curious to find out what was written in the card, I pull out the card and open it, four words were boldly written in capital letter, the words read "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" I find it funny to have picked a car perhaps, already purchased by someone else. I make to inform Gregory on this mistake.

*Katrina* I suddenly woke up to the loud growl " Katrina " . My name was said. I look up to see a pair of red eyes looking back at me through my window . I screamed and fell off my bed and hit the floor with a loud thump . I groaned as I got up to peep over the bed , I saw a dark figure of a man I can tell . " Why weren't you at training this morning ?" He said to me. I turned to look at my phone to see it is 2 hours past training.

TAKEN intro poem SHE FOUND IT HARD TO RESIST HIM, AND NEITHER DID HER WEDDING RING. PEOPLE CALLED IT CHEATING SHE CALLED HIM A MEANINGFUL TOOL. A BLISSFUL MARRIAGE WITH A MASCULINE ATTRACTION. WHAT A DISTRACTION! "NO ONE HAS TO KNOW" HE SAID TO HER TOO. TAKEN middle poem SHE WAS STUCK BETWEEN TWO THINGS: SEDUCTION AND MARRIAGE

I looked at the ground in disappointment, knowing there weren’t any clear answers. “Except for one,” Petra added. My eyes widened as I looked at her. “One girl who claimed to be one of the remaining survivors of the first captivity.” Sophie placed her hand on mine and tightly squeezed it. Everyone was confused, scared, and frightened with all of these revelations. It scared me more for the things waiting for us in The Yonder. “She said a deal was made.” I felt my heartbeat against my ribcage and my stomach-churning. Lord Victor’s voice echoed inside my head. I felt nauseous.

yum! I started to eat it enjoying it while dropping some drops of it on myself, some ran from my side lips to my chin to my neck. I was licking my fingers when I caught the cameraman clicking my pictures. I froze on my spot, my two fingers in my mouth, my eyes wide open ready to pop out any moment to turn into a fireball only to fall on the cameraman's head to burn him and his camera. My lungs burn due to lack of oxygen so, I took deep breaths and composed myself, with quick motion I clean myself with napkins.