Drawing A Cage For You Novels & Stories

He said, "And since you want to run away so much... It is appropriate that I cage you instead." The steel cage measured about six feet and stood around waist high. It was something that would be used for a large breed dog. The door was locked with a padlock, and nothing else was inside. Cayden commanded, "Get inside." Selena remarked, her breath knocked out by the gravity of the situation. "You can't be serious." Cayden said, "Now." He gave her a hard slap on her bare ass to emphasise the "now," which caused her to squeal in shock and pain.

And seeing the mourning girl he couldn't help but find a way to cheer her up. "I can draw a picture of you, Jasmine" The way his voice suddenly cut through the silence had Jasmine flinching in horror. She cocked her brow at him as he continued. "Trust me, Babe! I can definitely draw your picture, right now right here" he stepped away while spreading his arms and shrugging. "All you have to do is pose like Rose did in the Titanic and I'll draw your picture like Jack" The gasp of shock and surprise that escaped her lips was so loud that it clearly represented her thoughts. Her eyes were this close to pop out of the sockets and lips were parted.

After a brief hesitation, I nudged the last block with a tap. It fell with a crisp clatter, forming a perfect star shape. “I was too young to remember.” “Is that so?” Eric seemed to study my dominoes before turning back to his laptop. “Can you make other shapes?” “A rose, maybe……” “That must be hard. Try it.” “Eric, do you like this kind of thing?” “……Yeah.” There was a short pause, but he ended our conversation and flipped through the design files on his screen. I started arranging the dominoes into a rose shape.

I touched the bars of the cage and tested their strength. “It’s made of the strongest metal and other components. Even with my strength, I couldn’t bend it. This cage was made specifically for someone like me. I’m pretty sure they’re traders, Empress, and they’re going to sell us to a slave planet—or worse, a pleasure house.” “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been thinking… Does it have a lock?” She nodded, and I moved toward the cage door. I saw a digital padlock with a small slot.

However, I never imagined that the people I trusted the most were the ones to betray me. My three hard years in prison were just a sacrifice Hank made to keep Winona happy. I did not cry in prison, but when I found out the truth, I could not hold back my tears anymore. What I thought had been acts of salvation were just a show of pity. I rushed home, and there on the coffee table, I found a small, beautifully made box. Inside the box was a shiny ring with Hank and Winona's names engraved inside. When I first met Hank, he had no money. I did not even have a proper wedding dress, much less a ring. He promised me back then, with all his heart, that he would buy me the most expensive ring once w

“This isn’t a prison. You can't keep me against my will.” “No,” he agreed, his voice hauntingly calm. For a split second, I felt a wave of relief, but it vanished the moment he finished his sentence. “It’s worse.” He turned and walked toward the massive front doors, leaving me standing in the cold light, surrounded by his silent army. I looked back at the gates, now far in the distance, and realized the truth. The cage was beautiful, and the bars were made of silk and stone, but it was a cage nonetheless.

I muttered. For a second, nothing happened. Then it shifted. Followed. Hooked. “There,” I said under my breath. “What did you do?” Lena asked. “I gave it somewhere to go.” “And that helps how?” “It doesn’t know it’s a trap yet.” I started building the cage around it, sealing off exits one by one. Every move had to be precise. Too fast, and it would react. Too slow, and it would spread again. Sweat slid down my neck, but I ignored it.

"Who doesn't?" The pencil stopped. "The wolf," said Henry. I looked at the drawing. At the huge, silver, sleepy animal in its gray cage, utterly at ease. At the bars that he had so carefully shaded. There was a second shape in the picture. I had not seen it at first. Outside the bars, in the top corner, drawn in faint pencil, almost invisible: the shadow of a tall figure. A man. A long dark shape with no face, standing very still, with one hand held out.

That assumption would be useful later. I shifted my weight and began studying the cage with deliberate attention. The silver strips were bolted to the iron from the outside, which meant the bolts were accessible if I could reach through the bars. The lock on the cage door was a heavy padlock, standard issue, not electronic. The hinges were on the left side, rusted at the bottom pin. The floor had a seam running down the center where two metal plates met, and one corner of the right plate was slightly raised, as though the weld had cracked under stress.

I'm the CEO of a publicly traded company, and I'm worth three billion dollars. Ten years ago, I dumped my broke boyfriend Ethan Shaw and left for Wall Street. Everyone said Vivian Quinn was cold-blooded and ruthless, a maniac who only cared about money. Then a car accident somehow transported me into another world. I woke up as a penniless housewife! Ethan Shaw, the ex who should have hated my guts, was suddenly my husband! And there was a five-year-old son tagging along. What a joke. How could I ever fall for a freeloader who spent all day in the kitchen or a pint-size boy who spent every day clinging to my leg? But just as I was determined to find my way back, I realized something wasn't r