His Caged Bird Novels & Stories

He spoke quickly, in fervor: “Vaseline. Vessel. Vassel. All are one and the same. Quick, love- I'm simmering! Heal me. I won't burn you at the stake like poor Joan. I don't have Michael's practicality. But you will burn, girl, with me.” “God save us.” “Would you give me your heart? I collect organs.” He rested his head on my breast, drinking in its beat. “Just like a caged bird,” he sang. “I'd hang it in my window and sing to it. I could break open your ribs and set it free. Then there'd be no division between us.” “Never. That's madness.”

Anxiety suddenly washed over me, yet I tried my best not to let my voice overcome with fear. “I’m going out with Micah today. Tell your guards to let us through.” I said, steeling my voice, bleaching it out with any emotions. I already had enough of him. I could not let him treat me as though I did not have a life of my own. He may have purchased me with a damn large amount of money, but to hell with him. I will not let him treat me as his caged bird. “Doll—”

"She's a caged bird, fluttering against the bars. Nothing I can't handle." Yaz raised an eyebrow, a single, mocking arc that sent a shiver down my spine. "Cage, huh? Sounds more like a gilded palace to me. You sure you're not just jealous I get to bring her the pretty dresses?" I stared at him, momentarily speechless. Was he actually trying to rile me up? The audacity of the man! A humourless chuckle escaped my lips. "Jealous? Of you, Yaz? Don't be ridiculous."

His tone was calm and seemingly pleasant. But they were smarter, the men. They knew that not too deep beneath the calm, laid an cruel storm. "Do you know what a caged bird does the moment it has been let out of its cage?" He asked no one in particular as his slender fingers fondled the vicious looking, pet eagle nesting on his armrest. Everyone held their tongues and kept their silence. It wasn't from ignorance though, but pure fear. The Master continued. "It savours every feel of freedom it had lost, loses track of time....and eventually might chose to remain in the raw pleasures of the wild over the comfort of its cage."

The intensity of his emotions threatened to consume him, but he refused to succumb. Entering the room, Haider was met with a scene that mirrored the depths of his despair. The darkness and dirt seemed to reflect his own inner turmoil, amplifying his sense of hopelessness. His heart pounded in his chest, its rhythm matching the erratic flickering of the lone lightbulb above. The weight of the past sins committed within those walls bore down on him, suffocating his spirit.

Dark circles shadowed his eyes, stubble lined his jaw, and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. And then, in front of everyone, he dropped to one knee. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his embrace, his face buried against my neck. I felt the cold dampness of his tears against my skin. His voice broke as he choked out the words, “Elaine… you’re alive. Thank God, you’re alive."

And I was going to make sure they paid for what they had done to me, no matter how long it took. The caged bird was getting ready to sing. And when she did, the whole world was going to hear her song.

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

Your insights can guide me as I craft the next chapters, making them even more compelling and relatable. In writing “Caged by Him,” I aimed to explore themes of love, struggle, and resilience. Each character is a reflection of real-life complexities, and I hope their journeys inspire you as much as they inspired me while writing. The emotional highs and lows are meant to engage you, to make you feel every triumph and heartache. I believe that stories have the power to connect us, to spark conversations, and to foster understanding. I hope this book does just that.

“This discussion is over; you can leave my room now.” I felt trapped, like a bird in a gilded cage, beautiful but confined. The walls closed in around me, suffocating me with their weight. Every breath was a struggle, as if the air itself was thick and heavy, refusing to let me escape. My heart pounded against the bars of my chest, desperate to break free from the suffocating grip of reality. I longed to spread my wings and soar, but the cage door seemed locked, and the key was nowhere to be found. The feeling of being caged was overwhelming, making me restless and desperate for freedom.