Set The Captives Free Book Novels & Stories

Their eyes widened when they saw me. “Eira,” one whispered, reaching through the bars. I didn’t hesitate. With a flick of my fingers, the lock hissed and cracked open. “You’re safe now. We’re here to free all of you.” One by one, the cells were opened. Some of the Sentients wept, clutching our arms as they stumbled out. Others needed help standing. Many bore bruises, wounds, the marks of captivity. But one thing was clear: they were alive. And they were ours.

“But as much as I want to let them eat on their own, they are injured, so you guys have to help them eat without untying them in their chairs. Understood?” The captives were taken aback. They could not believe they were going to be fed, but it added to the silent zest that they felt to change sides. Compared to their client, despite what they have been through in the hands of their captors, Skye’s way of handling them was more gracious. Who even feeds their captives?!

"What do you mean by that? Are you speaking from experience? Why will they turn against me when I am trying to set them free?" "Your answer that, like me who has been here for more than ten years, most people have been here longer, a lot of these people see the people that captor them as their savior, you trying to help? They won't see it like that, why do you think they are not saying a word? If you really want to do this and get it done, you should find people who are willing to turn against their captors and need o tell you, that's not going to be easy because they are loyal, and even if you find allies among them, they will want you to feel them first, so advice just give, there is no sa

She should know I'm not a man to a culprit off the hook so easily with death. Her words solidify my decision. She has to go. “Go,” I say in a small voice, a sharp lump forming in my throat. “Leave this place.” She stares at me, cocks her head to the side, and laughs. “Excuse me? What are you saying?” “I'm doing what I should've done a long time ago, Titania. Releasing you from this madness. This contract. You're once again a free woman.” “But I didn't — ”

Celine nods, seriously, “I left him asleep; he woke and I wasn’t there, he panicked and ran out of the room to this balcony looking over the living room where I was laying on the sofa on my back with my legs in the air. He came out shouting, ‘Where is she?’, he looks down at me and I meow. Fi, Sammy and Nate all burst out laughing, he takes a moment but joins in eventually. That was an interesting day. My first day of freedom after eleven years in a basement chained to a wall.” Frida stops in her tracks and looks at her, Celine realises she hadn’t known. “Oh, Frida. I’m sorry. I thought you knew, it’s fairly common knowledge now.” Frida comes up to her, and takes her hand. “You were a captiv

Marcus was too heavy, and Sophia was trapped beneath him. As she lay there, Sophia felt a mix of emotions: anger, frustration, and...something else. Something she couldn't quite explain. As she looked at Marcus's face, Sophia saw something vulnerable, something human. And for a moment, she felt a pang of compassion for her captor. But as she looked closer, Sophia saw something else: a look of peacefulness, of relaxation. Marcus was finally at peace, finally free from the burdens that weighed him down. For a moment, she forgot about her captivity, forgot about her fears. All she saw was Marcus, vulnerable and human.

“I was taken from my home. Ripped away from everything I knew and thrown into your world. And you, God, Vincent, you took everything from me. My choices, my freedom, my sense of safety. You made the decisions, and I just had to live with them.” I drew a shaky breath, my fingers curling into my lap as the emotions started to rise. “At that point, I didn’t see you. Not really. All I saw was the man who locked me in a golden cage and held the key with a smirk. I was scared, I was angry, and I was so, so alone. All I wanted was to escape.” He didn’t interrupt. His eyes were steady, but there was something unreadable swimming in them, something dark and vulnerable all at once.

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.

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight that I am seeing. We were unshackled and far from the blood-drinkers. We have escaped from our captors and are no longer captives. We have slipped through the clutches of those merciless vampires, we were fugitives. On the run away from our possible imprisonment and demise. We were running for our lives. It is frightening to think about it. To understand how complicated it is to secure our freedom. It is dangerous but at the same time, it kept us alive. “We should rest,” Petra told Sebastien.

His words sent shivers up my naked body and fear gripped my heart. I don't want to be in anyone's hands, I don't want to be a slave. I just want to be free from this fuckery and live a normal life but the moon godess is so cruel to throw me into this life where I have nothing, no power, no title, no connections, nothing. I can hear cheers and whistles from here, bile raising once again in my throat as the reason for their joy was someone's slavery and their freedom, their life. “ This one is next.” A tall man approaches my cage and informs the bossman who peeked up like he has heard that he won a lottery. The room I was kept in was dark with a small light bulb at the corner of the room.