In His Cage Novels & Stories

And there was someone in the room. Sitting in the single chair in the centre of the space with legs crossed and arms folded, who's completely at ease in a concrete box inside a death game in a building full of people trying to kill each other, the way only one person on earth had ever been completely at ease in a terrible situation. He looked up at me. His jaw, his eyes. The burn scars are still climbing the side of his neck above the collar. He smiled. “Hello, Ex-wife.”

Elowen snapped. “I solve it by keeping you alive,” Corvin said. Elowen stepped closer, heat rising in his chest. “Alive where? In your rooms? In your sight? Or under your command?” Corvin’s jaw tightened. “Under my protection.” Elowen shook his head. “You dress it in softer words, but it is still a cage.” Corvin’s gaze did not waver. “A cage keeps predators out.” “And traps animals inside,” Elowen shot back.

He hadn't even released once. "He pulled away and made to stand up "Your fingers are getting weaker. I need another means," He said as he stepped out of the bathtub. My eyes flashed and a satisfying smile formed on my lips as I took in the size and length of his mighty cock. "Why don't I suck you?" A bold question escaped my lips and before he could reply, I already found my body leaving the bathtub and crawling over to grab the big dick with my hot tongue~

It felt like a beautiful cage suspended in the sky. He stood by the enormous window, his back to me. “You are safe here,” he said calmly and with certainty. “Safe,” I repeated, the word feeling bitter on my tongue. “You bought me at an auction. You brought me to your house, now I’m in your penthouse. How is this safe? How is this not just another cage?” He turned slowly to face me, not angry but intrigued, as if I were a puzzle he needed to solve. “It is a cage I made,” he said quietly. “That’s the difference, the door is locked to keep others out, not to keep you in.”

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."

What could be so important right now? He thought for a second but couldn’t find any sign of lying on her face. Finally, he relaxed his grip on her. His expression softened too but he still looked mad. “Okay, but not here. I’ll bring her to you, while you wait inside the car like a good freaking wife. You understand?” to be continued...

The ‘cage’ that had once imprisoned her… had now become the ‘cage of the heart’ that she had willingly locked herself in… it was a cage built from love, pain, and forgiveness… the warmest and safest cage in the world. And here… in this cage of the heart… was her true home. (The End)

A tortured cry slips from me. This… this is where he kept them… all those pictures. They were in cages… he’d kept them in cages! Like animals. He’d kept them locked up. I bring a shaky hand to my mouth. The first cage… had a larger bed, with sheets so dirty I can’t tell the original color, with a stainless sink and a desk. The other cages were behind, you couldn’t see it from the one in front. Bile rushes up my throat. No. No.

"I want to make sure nobody gets the chance to hurt you again without going through me first. If that looks like a cage from the outside, I'm sorry. But I'd rather be your cage than watch you walk back into that world unprotected and hope for the best." I didn't have an answer for that. I turned back to the window, my throat tight in a way I refused to examine, and watched the city blur past, thinking that I had walked into his office believing I was the one setting the terms of this arrangement, and I was no longer entirely certain that was true. "Fine," I said finally, quietly. "I agree with the cage. But you should know I've never been very good at staying in one." Something that might ha

“I won’ t let you die here.” And before I could drag him back, before I could scream hard enough to stop him, he stepped into the cage.