In His Cage Novels & Stories

Probably the day of his death had arrived, amid agony and unconsciousness, he saw a glowing white light and his mother in it, smiling at him. The warm water dripping from the young man's forehead brings him back to harsh reality. It takes him a few minutes to focus his vision clearly, and he meets honey eyes. He looks around slowly, seeing that he is back in his cell, lying on the old, gnawed wooden board he had for a bed. When he felt the warm gauze rubbing against the wounds on his face, he moved a little abruptly, causing the pain to spread throughout his body; he let out a moan and lay down again, trying to breathe normally, which caused him to moan again. His ribs were shattered, and th

consuming nothingness of it, like an endless hole in the universe, there above the bodies the most dangerous soul had come back to life. "Umm..could you release me this cage so I can get out, then snap that grin off your face!"His eyes resembled that of a snake, completely black, there was no white in them and golden thin sharp slender slits. He raised his hand, pointing a finger at me, and moved it across the width of the cage, I ducked down and the cage was as if it was sawn in half horizontally. I jumped out of the cage, he stood up, and right after I got out he was in front of me about a meter away. There were no traces of scars or wounds or anything unusual on him

My heart was beating rapidly inside the cage . " No baby ...I am not giving up on you ...but I think you should go ..you have taken enough care of me now you should rest ...I couldn't protect you in this state ..I am already healing...it is better to stay with your brother " Magnus said softly this time and my eyes watered . How can he be so defenceless . I don't want to rest but I want to be him more . I can handle anything when I am with him..I want us .

It had dim greenish lights around it but was also extremely dark inside, and it seemed creepy. I tried peering into the darkness but could see nothing. At the same time, I heard panting noises. It almost seemed like there was something…or someone inside, and I was almost forced to check until the lights inside the cage flickered on. I gasped in shock. Inside the cage was a middle-aged man who was secured firmly to a steel chair by thick silver chains and had tons of tiny pipes secured around his body that was being used to draw a thick blackish liquid out of his veins.

The male asked Kayla who just stared into his eyes. The man, together with his voice and appearance, reminded her of a needle head cenobite. He gave her scares. What did he have to show her? The door opened, tugging her attention to look backward. Two big men were coming in with a cage they carried over their shoulders. In the cage was a boy, not more than thirteen years old. His hands and feet were chained together, and he sat with his legs cuddled to his stomach.

he whispered. "I can't, Seb. She's not enough. That right there is a part of everything I want." The huge metal cage stood in the middle of the soundproofed basement. I took a deep breath and went inside it. The toilet was full of piss and shit. I had to control the urge to drag him and put his head inside it. The chains on his leg started shaking and rattling. He was trying hard to free himself. Seb effortlessly grabbed the man’s hands and cuffed it on his back.

I used to be ready for anything but inbetween living and anything, there is torture; it is a different form of death. There are bars at my window positioned with close grid spaces. It's where I look out from almost all day. That odd woman has seen me severally sitting on the bed and looking out but she says nothing. She does not seem to mind just like she doesn't mind if I stay in the dark or if I live.

It is so disgusting and I nearly gag on my saliva but watching his face contort in pain like this is and listening to him groan is providing me such unreal joy. "It's not the best feeling in the world, huh?" I ask, genuinely wondering how he felt about being in a cage. I'm pretty sure it was not sitting well with his giant ego and he was losing his mind and falling apart in the cage. And when he can barely do nothing, not even to help him heal faster. I guess his wolf is also ruined like him.

I don’t want to be here, and I definitely don’t want to be sold like merchandise to be some sort of sex slave. Several men walk to my cage. One of them even starts shaking it to get a reaction from me, but I just look at him, from head to toe, trying to get his face branded in my brain so I know if I ever get a chance to cut his cock off, I will. I have no clue how long I have been in here, but my legs are starting to hurt, so I take my high heels shoes off and sit in the cage. I guess that is not allowed because as soon as I do so, I have a guy hitting the bars on the cage, telling me to stand up.

"Let me show you the real inheritance of the Valenti family." I snapped my fingers. A few men in black hauled in a rusty iron cage. It was the exact same cramped cage they had locked me in half a month ago. "Remember this?" I brushed my fingers lightly over the rust. "You called me a piece of cargo and locked me in here." "Now, it's your turn." Julian saw the cage and convulsed in pure terror. "No... Vivian... please... just kill me!" "Throw him in." I ordered coldly.