Held Captive By Former Times Novel Novels & Stories

I mused. She held my hand to squeeze her breasts more. "This should be enough." She said. My eyes lingered on her for the longest time. For the past few days, her thoughts have been clouding my vision. The image of her perfect body. Her smile. They all get me so worked up. At this point keeping her captive is slowly doing damage to me. Would I be able to keep up? "Get dressed." I withdrew my hand away then stood up. Her hand circled my wrist stopping me. "Why?"

A specialized cell. I tried to move. Immediately I realized it wasn’t just my wings that were fixed. My arms and legs were fastened to the metal floor and wall with heavy, magnetic restraints so that I could only sit half-upright. The cuffs were clearly designed to hold down the strength of our kind. Panic washed over me in a sudden, cold wave. Not for my own captivity. “Sadira!” My voice was raw, barely more than a whisper. Something moved in the darker corner of the cell.

Celine nods, seriously, “I left him asleep; he woke and I wasn’t there, he panicked and ran out of the room to this balcony looking over the living room where I was laying on the sofa on my back with my legs in the air. He came out shouting, ‘Where is she?’, he looks down at me and I meow. Fi, Sammy and Nate all burst out laughing, he takes a moment but joins in eventually. That was an interesting day. My first day of freedom after eleven years in a basement chained to a wall.” Frida stops in her tracks and looks at her, Celine realises she hadn’t known. “Oh, Frida. I’m sorry. I thought you knew, it’s fairly common knowledge now.” Frida comes up to her, and takes her hand. “You were a captiv

But Anna doesn’t seem to care and as the head of the place. And I would love to care to, but sadly I am just being used by Hardy and this is not my place. And, none of these women should ever find out I am being held captive by Hardy. Because the way they all looked like they’re hungry to find out something about me, anything at all about me. . .*

How could something so monumental be hidden from her for so long? When she arrived at the apartment, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the city. Her fingers trembled as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The familiar scent of Noah’s cologne and the sight of their shared life wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, but today it felt different. Tainted.

Agron was sending me overseas. Overseas… Where I would be history… And nobody would be able to find me. I would have absolutely no chance at all of escaping. My eyes welled with tears, and warm tears rolled down my cheeks. Feeling like I was going to explode. My body was convulsing as the man held me tightly in his grasp… Before he reached a container as he boarded on a ship… And he threw me inside, shutting it and locking it. Like I was a rabid animal.

Or what has been done to her? That last question immediately has blood rushing back to my dick. The thought of her being this way due to being sexually abused has something going off in my head. When I look at her again, she isn't cleaning anymore. Or she could be done. I don't know, but she's glancing through the cover of The Art of War by Sun Tzu then flips through the pages. I have the book in a limited cover edition so I can understand her confusion. Done pretending, I set my laptop aside. “That's the actual book.” She jumps on her toes from my voice startling her.