In His Cage Novels & Stories

I reached for the light switch by the door and flicked it. The room flooded with a harsh, white glow. I let out a strangled gasp, my heart leaping into my throat. Cage was sitting in the armchair across from my bed. He was still in his black shirt from earlier, the sleeves rolled up to reveal the thick veins and intricate tattoos on his forearms. His legs were crossed, and his expression wasn't the most pleasant. "Lock the door, Syane," he commanded. "What are you doing in here?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "Get out. I'll scream, I'll call my mom—"

The man stopped spreading my ass to give the enema and paused. Then he muttered: “The folds are swollen with blood. It might get infected.” Surprisingly, the man put the shower hose away. Then he brought tissues and gently wiped my ass. He brought a towel and wiped the water off my body, then squeezed out ointment and carefully applied it to the hole. After going through all this, I was carried out by him, still wearing heavy shackles, and asked: “Punishment…?” “Let’s postpone it until tomorrow.” The man, as always, sat me in the kitchen. He turned on the coffee pot, poured cocoa powder into the mug, and handed me the cocoa.

"He's an unbroken lunatic. Doesn't even have a real name — they just call him 'Wild Dog.' Bites anyone who gets close, won't take orders from anybody. Killed his own trainer last week..." The owner kept rambling, but I raised my hand and cut him off. I walked to the edge of the cage and studied him. Right then, the man in the cage — eyes still red with bloodlust — seemed to sense something. Under the glare of the spotlight, I found myself looking into a pair of dark eyes, sinister and vicious, yet carrying an obsessive, almost desperate focus. He'd seen me. One second of eye contact, and the violence in his gaze went still, like a switch had been flipped.

The old man's voice came from the stairs behind him. "House rules are simple. Step into the cage, survive the round, and Miss Voss comes down." Matteo loosened his cuffs. For a moment, the smell of the old Brooklyn pit came back so clearly that his ribs seemed to ache from memory. Then he stepped into the cage. The door locked behind him.

He wanted one last meeting, but I refused without hesitation. Some people were meant to be strangers. There was no reason to look back. I made a little detour that day. I stood outside the detention center just for a moment. Jay was being escorted into a police van. The man who once thought he owned the world looked small and scared. I thought I would feel joy and satisfaction, but I did not. All I felt was pity. I turned and walked away in silence. That chapter was finally over. With Jay out of the picture, my life took off.

I nodded toward the cage, "Now, you’ll learn what shelf life feels like.” I snapped my fingers, and my men grabbed him. They shoved him into the cage and slammed the door shut. I crouched to meet his eye through the bars. “You thought you were God.” I paused. “Turns out, God didn’t show up. …I did.”

KADE POV I watch the smoke curl from Brynn’s lips, disappearing into the night air. God, I’ve never wanted to be a cigarette so badly—just to feel those lips wrapped around me. Something in her whispered words makes me shift—a flicker of genuine concern breaking through my professional veneer. “One cage for another. Yeah.” I lean against the railing, letting a brief understanding pass between us. “The difference,” I murmur, “is that Vex’s cage has golden bars. Comfortable prison.”

0 “You wouldn’t. I won’t allow it!” I scream at him as he gets up and unlocks the cage door. He comes at me fast and grabs my wrist, making quick work to fasten the handcuff around it. He threads the other cuff around the bars that are near the top and clasps the cold steel around my other wrist, stringing me up in the middle of the cage. 0

He muttered and I rolled my eyes back to them. “So Noone is Going to fess up, right?” I asked again but they all seemed Reluctant. “Fine, Two weeks in Death's Cage for all of you!” I said and their eyes widened as they began crying Wildly. “What is death's cage?” Elaine asked. “It's a cage filled with different animals who has been hypnotized not to attack themselves but only humans who were thrown in, it's our torture zone!” Alistair answered her before facing me while I stared intensely at them all.

Only after he saw the newborn pup in her arms did he remember me. He ordered his Beta to release me. But the Beta's voice trembled. "Luna… and the pup… they're dead." And in that moment, Damien went feral. ... I dragged myself toward the bars of the silver cage. Just as the gate slammed shut, the silver bars slammed down on my fingers. I heard the sickening crunch of my bones. The new agony, on top of the contractions, ripped a scream from my throat. But Damien, his mind already on Victoria, was deaf to my cries.