In His Cage Novels & Stories

He dropped to the floor. Right beside the cage. Back against the wall, one knee pulled up, elbow resting across it. Like he'd made a decision about where he was sitting and had no further comments on the matter. He closed his eyes. I stared at him through the bars and tried to locate a single thought that made sense. The cage. His condition. The fact that he'd come straight here, to this room, to me, looking like something had thoroughly tried to kill him and hadn't quite managed it.

Any other way, it will affect her life seriously and put her in a perilous position with him. Indeed. You heard it right. He is Caged. He is a prisoner, a bloody prisoner who didn't have cuffs in his hands yet his hands are tied together, more tighter than any chains. He was not able to hold her, at this moment. He needs to stand by a couple of more days or a few hours to do what his heart wants.

Eventually, he passed out. But I wasn’t done. I dragged his broken body to the back chamber—one no one knew about but me. I unlocked the iron cage and shoved him inside. His fingers were mangled. His face beaten. One eye already swollen shut. But he was breathing And I wasn’t finished. This man was going to get it. For laying hands on my little mouse, he was going to fucking pay with death. A very slow painful death. I locked the cage, bolted it twice.

“Yes, Sir…” With one last kiss to my forehead, he nods his head, “Go on, crawl in there, Precious.” I can feel my core throb once again as I crawl like a dog into the cage, my ass bare as Jace watches me humiliate myself. Once I’m completely in, I turn and watch as he shuts the barred door and locks it. “Fuck, Precious, you look so hot in there. Maybe when you wake up from your nap, I will make you suck my cock through the bars in order to be set free.” He adjusts himself right in front of me.

I'm the CEO of a publicly traded company, and I'm worth three billion dollars. Ten years ago, I dumped my broke boyfriend Ethan Shaw and left for Wall Street. Everyone said Vivian Quinn was cold-blooded and ruthless, a maniac who only cared about money. Then a car accident somehow transported me into another world. I woke up as a penniless housewife! Ethan Shaw, the ex who should have hated my guts, was suddenly my husband! And there was a five-year-old son tagging along. What a joke. How could I ever fall for a freeloader who spent all day in the kitchen or a pint-size boy who spent every day clinging to my leg? But just as I was determined to find my way back, I realized something wasn't r

Both hands were placed on either side of the window and his eyes followed the woman, who has just hailed a cab and disappeared from his sight. One hand slipped into his jeans pocket and pulled a cigarette out, then started smoking again, looking outside. He didn't need to hold the cigarette, it was inside his mouth and puffing while his hand ruffled his hair. Tilting his head back slightly, he closed his eyes, anger was visible. The next second he opened them in a jiffy, and mysteriously his eyes were red, then turned back purple again. "We'll meet again. And I will train you how to be obedient." ★★★

I watched as a man in a silver colored tux walked in front of my cage and smirked, his green eyes looking me over. "Oh yes, no doubt about it. He's definitely one of Inari's kitsunes. The masses will be crawling to get after him," he said and laughed, grabbing my cage by the front and yanking it forward more. I yelped as my body fell forward, and I hit the front of the cage, my muzzle slamming into the bars. I cried out in pain and started to tremble, looking up at the muscled man in fear. What does he want with me? Who's after me? What is going on?! He laughed as he watched me trembling, his eyes taking on a darker light. "When was the last he was fed?"

He held onto his human form by a thread and it hurt to talk, but he had to ask, "How did you manage to get me into the cage?" "It was harder than you think, but I'm stronger than I look." He heard her nails again, click, click, click. He gave her his death stare, the one that made many a man and beast shake. "It's your mind that's weak." The words came out in a gravely low timbre. Her eyes narrowed in challenge, but her voice was very matter of fact, "Well if that's true... why are you in there and I'm out here?" She covered her ears when fur exploded inside the cage.

I won’t fall right into his trap. Metal doors beep open and men, hefty men are running out towards the cage, growling like animals. That fucker wants me to fight men twice my size after he drugged me up? The men—five of them, are in the cage, all of them staring down at me as though I’m a piece of meat. One of Radimr’s men draws the gate to a close, locking it, trapping me with these animalistic men. And then Radimr’s voice rings out through the speakers one more time.

He sarcastically proposed with a corky cold smile on his face. “So you are the god dam mother fucker behind all of this, where is my kid?” Cage struggled to lose himself off the chair, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on Mr Nobody, but unfortunately for him he was tied up and there was nothing else he could do. Almost immediately, more men enter into the room with Mr Cage’s men, they all had their hands above their heads, Mr Cage’s only option was destroyed, there was nothing else he could do. “Boss we found this ones trying to escape, they had already shot dead two of our men, What should we do to him.” One of the robust and heavily armed men, uttered.