Held Captive By Former Times Novel Novels & Stories

“No, that’s that not what I . . . that’s beside the point, I’ve come for her and I’m going to set her free, like she wants.” “Set her free? You think that’s what she wants?” “Yes, to be free of you, free of this suffering.” “Why would she want to be free of it, when she’s never been closer?” “Closer? Closer to what?” “My dear chap, why do think she’s so prominent in my story?” “Because you captured her, and . . . and tortured her.” “Because I captured her. Is that what you think? Then answer me this. If I really had captured her, how was she able to sneak away and spend time with you and your associate? Do you think I gave her a day pass, or time off for good behaviour?”

''All that wealth, and you choose chalkboards and textbooks. I shrugged. ''Maybe I like the order of it.'' He nodded slowly, studying me. ''Still about your past, huh?'' I didn’t answer. Because if I did, I’d tell him too much. I’d say I couldn’t forget the way they died. That sometimes, when the room was too quiet, I still heard the fire. The screams. The way everything had been ripped from me because someone wanted to settle a debt. And I couldn’t let him know that he was the reason for all of it. So I smiled instead.

Chenelle’s eyes reddened with anger, her trembling finger pointing at Jade as she tried to defend herself. Jade responded with a faint smile, her red lips parting slightly. "Oh, really? Perhaps Miss Powell has forgotten that there's an elderly person still locked up in your security room." Ernesto, who had been standing silently by Owen, finally couldn’t hold back and spoke up. "It’s true! My mother is still being held by your people. I brought money, but you refuse to release her." From the incident until now, more than 12 hours had passed. The captors had neither released his mother nor provided her with food or drink, a truly outrageous situation.

He seemed so relieved to tell or connect with someone. Near the end of the week, he told me of his capture and how long he had been here. Natalia had created puppets to replace royal captures and confined them to the palace with a spell. One I knew I could break when the time came. Thorn told me of when he first arrived. He said that they were taken to a chamber under the palace where a glowing pillar stood. Natalia used this pillar as an anchor for the newly captured. I knew then that destroying the pillar would release the captive royals. With our newly formed bond, I knew Thorn would lead me there when the time came.

“Oh, you guys are not going to believe this. Our little spy is a massive freak.” I adjusted my posture, holding the diary up to the ambient light of the limo. “‘If he pushed me against the bookshelves, I wouldn’t even fight back,’” I read, my voice dripping with dark amusement. “‘I want him to take control. I want him to rip this stupid sweater off me. I can practically feel his hands gripping my thighs, bruising my skin, pushing his huge dick inside my tight and wet aching pussy while he whispers my name…’”

“Let me go.” Silence. His expression doesn’t change. “You say you regret missing my entire life. You say you want another chance. You say you loved my mother.” I take one slow step toward him. “Then stop acting like the men who dragged me here.” His jaw tightens. “I am not like them.” “Aren’t you? But you ordered my kidnapping.” I gesture around the room. “The doors are locked, my powers are gone. I’ve been held here for two weeks.”

Even if I worked for twenty years, I could never gather all these things. My top priority is my sick mother. I have to find a way to leave this place. I don't know anybody here. I don't know what I have done wrong. I was grabbed by two men and they whisked me inside like I was a criminal. I didn't have the time to take in the enormous view of the interior design. I was locked into a room.

I answered almost immediately. “Well… till then, you'll do as I say.” “I’ll do as you say but not on this one.” “Then, I'll make you,” he scoffed. The crackle of a gun brought me to my senses. “You can either choose to die or do as I say.” I took my panties off and here I was naked before my captor’s rival. All I wanted was to run away from earth entirely. My life was a total mess. I began to wonder how I became so unfortunate.

Too many people have been hurt by what he's done. December 20th. This is my last entry. If something happens to me, if I don't make it out, please know I tried. Please know I'm not the perfect wife he'll claim I was. I was scared and trapped and I fought back the only way I knew how. He will tell everyone we were happy. Don't believe him. Don't let him rewrite our story. The truth is in the files hidden at my mother's storage unit, locker 247. The truth will destroy him. And he knows it. The journal ends there. Five days before Christmas Eve. Five days before the accident that stole my memory and trapped me here.

I snapped. “What kinda kidnapper are you?! You haven’t even said what you want from me?” “You enjoy this, don’t you?” He didn’t answer any of my question. He just leaned against the wall, his cold eyes darting at me. “Why are you keeping me here?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. “I didn’t do anything. The only thing I remember is—” My voice dropped. “—that thing at the store. I saw it kill someone. And now I’m here. What’s the connection, huh? You part of it?”