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Anticipating the return of his strength, his captor allowed him freedom for one night, but then shacked both a wrist and an ankle the following morning. Although he still hadn’t met his captor, he suspected it was a shadow walker up to no good. He’d strained his memory, trying to think who he might have angered enough to do such a dastardly thing to him, but could come up with no one. He’d lost track of the amount of time he’d been held captive, but from the shape and position of the moon, he knew it was approaching one month. The new moon would be soon, and time to shift to shadow land. It was imperative that he find out for certain if he was being held by mundanes or shadow walkers befo

"Your mark? You speak of this?" She curled her fingers, and the air resonated, bits of light spinning like broken stars around her hands. "The cuff-links that kept me captive? Gone. I am no longer your puppet." Vladimir's eyes sparkled. "You think tossing them away sets you free? You've only just begun to learn what true captivity is.". "Captivity? I lost everything—my family, my home, my future. And you? You took it all to build your throne on bones."

She would spend the day, walking in the gardens and reading books until it was time to sleep,since she was locked up like she was in the other mansion. despite the tranquility of their surroundings, Sophia couldn't shake off the feeling that she was trapped. She was a prisoner, held captive by a man who doesn’t seem to care about anything than money. And as the nights drew in, Sophia would lie awake, her heart pounding with fear. how long would she be held captive?

I said nervously. "You! I want you to be my prisoner here. I can assure you that you will have a better life than being the unrecognized second wife of Daniel Noel, and I will assure you, you will get all your questions answered, Lucy Watts,” said Jacob with a serious look this time. “W-what captive...?!” My eyesight was perfect right then and there, because this time a man named Jacob Hayden Al Jassem managed to scare me half to death. “Hahaha, you shouldn't think badly of hearing the word 'captive'. What's clear is that life as a prisoner here will be far better than your life as Daniel Noel's second wife," he said sharply.

My Captor *** (Amber POV) Because of my stupidity so I am now imprisoned. And this man in front of me now is the one who locked me up. My captor. I used to consider him an older brother, but after all, he did. Far be it from me to consider him a brother anymore. Tsss. I stared at the chain wrapped around my leg. He removed the rope from my hand and chained my right foot to the railings of the balcony.

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But seeing them now, and knowing I was about to be a victim of them but unwillingly, unlike most of the women I’d seen that night having a time of their life, a cold shiver ran down my spine and I instinctively pressed my thighs together as though that would save me from the madness my captor was about to unleash on me. I was cut short from my wandering thoughts when he stepped into my view again, holding a handcuff and a leather whip. I expected him to order me to strip again but instead, he walked past me, placed them on a stool beside the table, and returned, only to forcefully grab my arm and jerk me up, leaving me dizzy from how fast he’d done it. He dragged me along to the table and be

Embedded in me. Heat rushed to my cheeks, colouring it beet red, my shoulders slumped downwards, ashamed, it's useless. Standing up from the floor, I tried twisting the door handle. No response. It was locked from the outside, wasn't it ironic? A queen locked up like a slave. It was useless. There's no way I can escape here again. Every opening wide enough to fit a person was barred or locked. It's like I was being told my fate is inevitable. I shuffled back to the bed, throwing myself on it. As I sunk, drifting off to darkness, I thought, maybe one day, I would have the power, strong enough to never be held prisoner—again.

That the man who’d bruised me—physically and mentally—had somehow found a way to make me care. I glanced at the flowers near my feet, their vibrant reds and yellows seeming almost too cheerful, mocking me. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Maybe it’s Stockholm syndrome," I muttered. The thought tasted like ash in my mouth, but it wasn’t far-fetched. I’d heard the stories: captives falling for their captors, victims finding comfort in their abusers. It was twisted, but it happened. And wasn’t that what this was?

"His name is Willy, he was caught close to our cargo in Auckland a few minutes ago." "Then what is SHE doing here?" Kael snarled, pointing at me. “Willy disguises himself as a girl to seduce the guards. Unfortunately, he matched Lily’s description.” Finn replied, staring at me. “You have 1 minute to get answers from him,” Keal announced then signaled Finn to leave. “C-can I go now?” I asked. Just as Kael's eyes locked onto mine the door swung open. Ava walked in smiling, struggling with her doll, a plate and a small book.