In His Cage Novels & Stories

What the hell is he talking about? “Mate,” he growls again, and my heart twisted painfully in my chest as knots started to form in my stomach. The moment I took a step back, I began to see the bigger picture. Everything started fading into place, the colors changing to make me see what was happening around me. The man is standing upright with his muscular hands by his sides, his gaze strong and deep as he peered at me though the gap between the rusty iron bars. He’s locked inside a cage, what seemed more like a cell.

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

Russian's POV A man in his late forties stepped into the basement, his bald head gleaming under the dim light. A tattoo of a fierce scorpion snaked from his neck to his scalp, marking him as someone not to be trifled with. His body was a canvas of ink, displaying various tattoos that told stories of battles fought and won. He dressed sharply, with a few buttons of his shirt undone, exuding an air of relaxed authority. He walked with a noticeable limp, leaning on a sturdy walking stick that seemed to amplify the aura of danger surrounding him.

He was in a cage at the edge of the pit, surrounded by the younger pups. I reached for my comms, my finger hovering over the button to alert Cane, but my eyes stayed locked on the wolf beneath me. His hand reached out, scratching uselessly at the cold metal of the table. He was looking up, straight toward the vent, his sightless eyes begging for an end to the nightmare. I looked at the cage where Jax was kept. I looked at the lab coats and the spikes. I wasn't leaving them here. Not for another minute.

“Main fight.” The cage-room doors opened near the back hallway and everything in the room shifted the second Cain walked in. Men moved aside without being asked while conversations lowered slightly around him. The crowd’s energy changed instantly as he headed toward the cage wearing black athletic tape around both hands, dark Henley tight across broad shoulders beneath his cut, calm confidence rolling off him hard enough I felt it from across the room. Cain’s gaze swept the room once, then found me, and every single thought in my head scattered.

“You haven’t lost control despite your weakness, so I can count on you to run at full speed out of here before the moon fever takes over.” I climb on the cage, precariously getting footholds and hanging on for dear life. I’m most vulnerable now. If I read this male wrong, he’ll yank me to him and rip my throat out through the cages. He doesn’t do any of that. He simply manoeuvres out of his chains and watches me from the other end of the cage. “You are crazy.” He says, looking at me with something close to awe. My heart pangs and I remember the bastard male coming after me while I’m here hanging from a cage. Yes, I’m crazy as fuck. I start working on the bars with the clamps.

"Don't. Not yet. He's bait." "I know." Her voice was steady. Too steady. "That's why we take him." She turned from the window. Her eyes swept the glass cube the pristine walls, the cold white bed, the single door fused shut by organic silver vines. "He locked us in a pretty cage. Thinks we'll just perform for him until we burn out." She looked at Lucas. "What do caged things do?" Lucas's mouth curved. Not a smile. A blade. "They chew their own leg off."

"You doing here? Will you ask about how good you are in shooting?" Talia shakes her head in disappointment. She thought that he will change once he gets into a prison to pay his sins but he was still the same. Who would change that easy anyway? Cage is just something, he do not care and he is not afraid – the personality that leads him there. "I am here to ask something," Talia told him. Cage then leaned his back on the chair and squinted his eyes on her. He was like teasing just by looking at Talia. "Look, I did not mean to hurt –"

But then, did I dodge my misfortunes enough till date, and only to die as a mouse? Viktor gave a slight nod, and the man behind me gripped me by the arm and ushered me into the cage. It was a huge one, enclosed by the iron bars that obliterated every notion of escape from the mind. Maybe that was the motivation which kept the fighter fighting until the last breath.

His skin was deathly pale just like the rest of them but he held a deep scowl and glared at me contemptuously. "What the hell is wrong with you, wench? You've been sleeping for five days, how the hell am I supposed to sell you if people think you're dead!" He yelled at me and raised his foot. I thought he was going to kick me so I naturally shielded myself with my hands but rather I heard the clanging of metal. I opened my eyes in surprise and only then did I realize that I was in a cage. I had been locked up in a life size rectangular cage, just like an animal.