Novel & Cerita Drawing A Cage For You

I want to design something true. I draw a diamond large, raw, and brilliant but I don't set it in a traditional mount. Instead, I sketch thin, delicate wires of 24-karat gold that wrap around the stone like vines. Or like ribs. It’s a cage. A beautiful, expensive prison where the diamond is held tight, unable to move, yet perfectly protected. I stare at the page, my breath hitching. It’s him. It’s both of them. One is the cage, and the other is the raw power of the stone inside.

Like my dad, she too didn't want me. The sky was so blue; it was as though the sea was above me. I never again saw the clear blue sky that day, for neither did my aunt want me. **Chapter 1** Saturday Evening "I'm forever amazed at how dogs are easily attached to you." Sara came to see me petting one of the dogs. I smiled as it started to lick my hands from its cage. "Rottweilers are the most dangerous and aggressive dogs, and yet you manage to tame this new and wild one with little human interaction within the moment you've gotten here," said Sara, still in wonder, watching me from behind.

"Congratulations on finally being free!" She laughed, but her face changed a second later. "Alright, enough celebrating. The studio's a mess and needs your magic. Chop-chop. Oh, and this is the assistant I found for you. Meet Ben Faymen." She pointed to the quiet, black-rimmed glasses guy behind her. He looked bookish and polite. We nodded at each other, and before I could ask anything else, Leeya was already dragging me toward the studio. I practically lived there for the next week. I was packed with back-to-back work.

I dipped it in a pot of white, mixed it with a touch of cadmium yellow, and laid one small stroke across the edge of the cage. A door. Open. A thin, bright line of light, slanting out across the dark. I stood back. *There.* It wasn't finished. But I knew, now, how it would end. I laid it in the crate. I'd just closed the lid when my phone buzzed. I frowned. It lay on the worktable, among a litter of tissue paper and cord, buzzing softly against the wood. A small, flat sound. I picked it up. *UNKNOWN NUMBER.*

Hidden behind them was a cage. It was a large cage made of thick iron bars. Inside, lying on the floor, was a big, black dog. It had fur as dark as a coal mine and large, sad eyes. It looked at me, and my heart ached. It looked so lonely, so trapped. I knew that feeling too well. I looked around and saw a heavy iron hammer lying in the grass near a small shed. I picked it up. The cage was not locked with a key; it had a heavy metal bolt that was stuck in place by a rusted pin.

I don't reply, but then I feel something poking down inside my collar, the pinching sensation uncomfortable, and I shift. 'Sorry, it's okay. It's the key. I need you to try it out, see if it works. This one is for the cuffs, and this one,' he says, tucking another one into the other side, 'is for the collars. Don't let anyone know you have these. If they work, I'll make more. Each cage will need some.' His mental voice stays calm, but I can feel how much is riding on this. I grunt in response. He squeezes my shoulder and exits the cage, Levi hovering behind him, his dopey, adoring look irritating me more than anything else so far today.

"I'll give you another chance, all right. But this time, it's not going to be so easy for you." What the fuck did that mean? What was easy about the last three hours? Anna stood off the bed and picked a small box from the table. She extracted a device that send shivers of dread across my brain. It was a small cylindrical cage, about 7 inches long, two inches in diameter, made of tight steel mesh. A chain mail sheet hung below the cage, along with a couple of fasteners. "Danny, I didn't want to do this, but it's for the best. This will be your prison until I say differently. Here."

"If you are playing me I will destroy you." "I am not " Alex said fiercely. He moved closer. ". Keep accusing me and I might start wishing I was the one selling you out." Rowan grabbed Alexs arm pulling him against the desk. Their bodies pressed together. Alex could feel the line of muscle beneath the suit. "You have no idea what you are walking into " Rowan said, voice rough. "This company is not business. It is a cage.. I am both prisoner and warden." The confession slipped out small but real. Alex caught the flash of something haunted in Rowans eyes.

Carefully I took out the sketchbook to see the content of it. I went towards the balcony and flipped the pages. The first few pages had nothing specific in it. They looked like her futile attempts to draw something as she had tried to draw something but had covered half of the page with black paint as if she was having trouble painting whatever she wanted to. After around 10-12 pages I saw a sketch that had left me horrified. The sketch was beautiful, yet scary at the same time. It was a sketch of a girl trapped in a cage. She had depicted it so beautifully but the question was why did she draw something like that?

Giza replied as his cheeks started to burn. I took the cage and walked towards Rex and Giza's direction. I slowly and carefully opened the cage and ordered Giza to enter inside. Giza is over five feet tall, his body curls inside the cage, his head and legs are exposed outside the cage, that's why I chose this cage, it gives us free access to Giza's mouth and ass, so we can still fuck his mouth and asshole without releasing him in the cage. The cage was just the right width for Giza's body. "Fuck, this cage suits you, pet," Rex commented and slapped Giza's cheek for the second time.