Set The Captives Free Book Novels & Stories

The group, battered and weary, stood victorious, their collective efforts paving the way for a brighter future. With Sasha now free from the clutches of her captor, the once formidable adversary was transformed. She stood before them, humbled and remorseful, her eyes filled with a newfound understanding. The bonds of animosity were severed, replaced by a shared desire for redemption and the opportunity to forge a path towards healing.

My Captor *** (Amber POV) Because of my stupidity so I am now imprisoned. And this man in front of me now is the one who locked me up. My captor. I used to consider him an older brother, but after all, he did. Far be it from me to consider him a brother anymore. Tsss. I stared at the chain wrapped around my leg. He removed the rope from my hand and chained my right foot to the railings of the balcony.

"Make up your damn mind, Gianni. You want me around in this world of yours, but only when it suits you. You want to keep me in the dark and sheltered from some of it. That's not how it works!" He frowned, "Why are you so mad about this?" "I want to leave. I don't want to do this anymore! You don't get to treat me like a child. And don't give me that bullshit about falling for me, because I am still very much your prisoner!" He walked over to the door slowly and opened it, "You want to leave? Then leave. Go." "Really?" "Sí. You are free to leave. I will inform my men to allow you out."

This boy who had helped me gain freedom, who had expressed his love for me, had just been killed by Fiorenzo. Fiorenzo was a ruthless executioner. He had killed my hope for the future. His large boat pulled alongside. Several burly men had already jumped onto my deck. I was roughly dragged before him. "Fiorenzo Ricci, you lunatic." I roared at him hoarsely. "You imprisoned me for seven years, then brought home a woman to humiliate me. I want to leave, but you refuse to let go. What exactly do you want?" "Imprisoned?" Fiorenzo looked hurt.

“When I call your name, you’ll get into the van I point to. No questions, no delays.” He started reading. “Captive 1, van one. Captive 3, van one. Captive 8, van one.” My heart pounded. Would it work? Had the guard from last night really added my name to the list? “Captive 25, van one.” Relief flooded through me. It had worked. I stood quickly, heading toward the first van. “What the hell?” a woman’s voice rang out behind me. “Yesterday I heard her name in the slave section! How can she be moved?”

Their drone partners, now lacking a central source of energy, fell down where they stood, useless. Freya’s voice then boomed out her Varulv’s sonic emitters, which echoed across the vast, and now-silent plantation. “This illegal internment camp is hereby shut down,” she declared. “All base personnel are to surrender immediately or be destroyed. All prisoners and captives are now free to leave with us.” Many of the cowering captives looked up into the sky and watched as both the Spirit of Amelia and the Accursed Bootlegger lowered down onto the crops. Some immediately fell to their knees and wept at the promise of freedom.

I frowned, leaning forward and resting my chin on my thumbs. “It didn’t seem like it. From what little I observed, they were performing some kind of manipulation magic. After a bright green flash, the captives were released—but they obeyed the rogue wolves.” She explained, her arms behind her back in a warrior’s rigid stance. “I don’t know their purpose, but they’re very close to our city. We need to act.”

“But liberation comes at a price and that price is by blood and fire. The real question is not where my loyalties are, but rather or not you will pay up.” Salavanta turns her head around to her crew and speaks to them in a motion of turning her head back and forth as she spoke. “This life is pain and its suffering. We live wanted with nothing more to name then a few coins and half-empty rum. Even so, we are free men and women. Our hands are bathed in blood but they are not of innocent blood. And if you think I would sit by and watch a fucking goblin kidnap and rape women, then you are on the wrong ship. I’m going to kill every last one of them until their hollow grounds are paved with their

She was drowning in it, and I wanted to give her a lifeline. “Janice, Rosaline,” I said firmly. “If we can get to the elders, they’ll have no power left to control any of us. Janice, you’ll be able to breathe freely without looking over your shoulder. And Rosaline, you can rest easy knowing your mother, who was held captive, has already been freed. She’s recovering in the infirmary as we speak.” Rosaline’s head snapped up, her eyes wide. “What?” “Yes,” I confirmed. “I’ve freed the Raven captives. We’re not on a killing spree. The Ravens who had malicious intent are being hunted, but innocent ones are being spared.”

Embedded in me. Heat rushed to my cheeks, colouring it beet red, my shoulders slumped downwards, ashamed, it's useless. Standing up from the floor, I tried twisting the door handle. No response. It was locked from the outside, wasn't it ironic? A queen locked up like a slave. It was useless. There's no way I can escape here again. Every opening wide enough to fit a person was barred or locked. It's like I was being told my fate is inevitable. I shuffled back to the bed, throwing myself on it. As I sunk, drifting off to darkness, I thought, maybe one day, I would have the power, strong enough to never be held prisoner—again.