Novel & Cerita Indian Captive Books

He responded looking deep into my eyes before turning to the view the largest bay window off to the side offered us of the town below, his kisses all over my face. I had finally, found my happily ever after with my own Mafia Boss beside me, all I had to do… was become His Captured Princess. ~The End~

Then I grabbed the signal flare Rory had given me and headed to the study on the second floor. I looked at the enormous study, not knowing where to start. I checked the desk drawers, but there was nothing. I stared at the wall of books, growing anxious. Suddenly a loud clang made my heart jump to my throat. "Meow." It was just a stray cat outside the window. I walked toward the bookshelf. Most of the books here were covered in dust, but several copies of Dante's Divine Comedy were spotless. I walked over and pulled them out. Behind them was indeed a small safe.

So this was what fear felt like. The feeling was strong and it crippled me as a voice kept chanting in my head. I was hopeless, trapped and I had no idea what awaited me in the hands of this twisted man. “Rest now, you'll need it” He said simply as he rose up, adjusting the sleeves of his black shirt. I didn't say anything in return before he left the room. What could I possibly have said? He already made it clear that my begging was futile. He was an emotionless monster and I was his captive.

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Or what has been done to her? That last question immediately has blood rushing back to my dick. The thought of her being this way due to being sexually abused has something going off in my head. When I look at her again, she isn't cleaning anymore. Or she could be done. I don't know, but she's glancing through the cover of The Art of War by Sun Tzu then flips through the pages. I have the book in a limited cover edition so I can understand her confusion. Done pretending, I set my laptop aside. “That's the actual book.” She jumps on her toes from my voice startling her.

Why won't they save me from the hands of this bastard? When I won't stop screaming and insulting him, his hands landed on my ass. He slapped my ass so painfully that tears rolled out of my eyes. He slapped at it over and over again. We didn't pass through the front gate because of the people. I have learned over the days that he was famous. The richest and scariest man in the country. I also learned that he has the biggest empire in the world. Business empire. I learned the kind of person he was in prison all locked up like a criminal.

His men followed, a well-trained unit dismantling Volkov’s operation with precision. In the center of the compound, a locked truck held the captives. Bain’s blood boiled as he saw terrified eyes staring back at him. Girls—young, broken, stolen from their lives. Cassie’s face flashed in his mind. With a single shot, he blew off the lock. “You’re safe now,” he told them. “No one will ever touch you again.” Tears, relief, whispered prayers. Bain turned to his men. “Get them out of here.”

I answered almost immediately. “Well… till then, you'll do as I say.” “I’ll do as you say but not on this one.” “Then, I'll make you,” he scoffed. The crackle of a gun brought me to my senses. “You can either choose to die or do as I say.” I took my panties off and here I was naked before my captor’s rival. All I wanted was to run away from earth entirely. My life was a total mess. I began to wonder how I became so unfortunate.

I clench my fists, a sour feeling settling in my stomach as Pete continues. “The girls were helpless and did exactly as he told them. Except...this girl. Indiana Jones. She wasn't having it with him when he tried to abuse her, and he burnt her back with an iron, just like he'd burned Titania's neck, but Indiana's was worse. When the neighbors alerted the police and they came knocking, he'd fled his home through the back door. No one has ever seen him around town since then.” I sigh, closing the file. “Patrick didn't tell me any of this. Do you think he didn't know?”

But trust goes both ways. May 8th. I'm pregnant. I should be happy. Instead, I'm terrified. How can I bring a child into this? Tears blur my vision. I was pregnant. Damien told me we lost a baby, but reading these words makes it real in a way his careful explanation didn't. I can feel the fear bleeding through the pages, the sense of being trapped with no way out. The entries continue through the summer, documenting Ava's growing horror as she uncovered more evidence of Damien's crimes. Insider trading. Bribery. Corporate espionage. She wrote about contacting federal investigators in secret, gathering proof, and planning to testify.