Set The Captives Free Book Novels & Stories

His empire was about to be dismantled in front of his eyes. "We're going to sell them," Dimitri said to his men. "Put them in the buses. They're merchandise now." The men started moving captives toward the exits, herding them like cattle. They were screaming, struggling, crying. It was chaos and violence and suffering all mixed together. Then Dimitri's eyes caught something.

How many more scars were required before it got stuck in my head That the world wasn't a good place. I stopped struggling, letting myself be carried; there was no use. I was tired, tired of everything; I just wanted calm and peace No need for hope if you were dead correct? My surroundings were darker now, dark and humid, but hearing footsteps behind us, I knew we were not alone. My captor sensing my resignation released his firm hold on my lips. I shut my eyes when a door opened, and my captor, still holding me, stepped in. The locomotion stopped, and unlike when I was snatched, this time, my captor gently dropped me so my feet touched the floor.

Here goes nothing… “Miranda, I choose you to be my best friend, partner and my one true love. My promise to you is simple: my love for you will endure until the end of time because with you I am free to make mistakes without judgment. I’m free to learn and to grow in a rich and safe environment. I am free to laugh, and cry, and even rage when I need to. I can give and receive without debt or expectation. I am free to be myself to the fullest extent. With you, Miranda, I am finally free.” The End

I waved my finger at him in disgust and disappointment but my words were coated with venom. “Rosie,” He tried to reach for me again but I moved away to the other end of the bed and jumped on the floor. “You… you’re the Don?” but I shook my head even as the words fell out of my mouth. It couldn’t be him. He was too young to be the man I’d heard about. “You… you work for the Don?” he tried to speak but I cut him off with a burst of humorless laughter, accompanied by the build-up of the rage coursing through me. “How dare you, Jian? How dare you try to act like a saint? So it’s been you all along,” Tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t tell if it was from relief that I knew who my captor was, or if

"He isn't sending me away because he wants to. He's sending me away because of a reason he doesn't want to tell me." "Whatever reasons he may have, it shouldn't matter. What matters is you're getting back your freedom. What you've always wanted. If I could remember you blamed him last time for holding you captive. You even told him to release you which he said he can't. Now that it is happening you don't want to leave. If I were you, I would grab the opportunity without second thoughts." I found myself letting out a light smile. "I don't think you get it, Annie. I love him."

I sighed in frustration; I can’t forget what I've gone through. I was held captive, tied with chains and got beaten like an animal or worse. I was starved till death and felt vulnerable. I was somehow, able to escape but was chased and got shot in the process. Moreover, I tried to kill myself so that I can escape from this damnation. I've gone through such lengths to free myself, but now why wasn’t it feeling right?

"I know the deal. I go to work, come back and I don't disappear. I don't try to escape. I behave like a good captive with limited freedom." "You're not a captive." "Right. I just can't leave whenever I want and I have to sleep in your house every night. Totally not captivity." "Jovan—" "I need to get ready for work," I tucked the phone back in my pocket. "Unless you want to have this argument again. We can do that. We're very good at it by now." He said nothing. I took my phone and laptop and went upstairs and tried not to think about the fact that I had just said thank you to the man who had kidnapped me.

His voice falters, "You're smart when you want to be, but when you don't want to be... I look at Dan, the homeless kid Finn and I rescued from a life of prostitution. He used to be scrawny and resembled a rat. Should he have been on them any longer, it would have finally killed him. "When you want to be a real fucking prick, you are." Have I previously told you that? I snarl. A small smile peeks out from one corner of his mouth. "Twice or once." The grin goes away. "Trying to save her will lead you straight into a trap."

Wasting time here and listening to nonsense were just terrible. I smiled brightly at Eugene, "Look, I was right. Just rot in your stupid love until you die." As I left the prison, the weight that had been pressing on my heart was finally lifted. The sun shone brilliantly, casting golden light. My happy life had just begun.

We thanked the misfortunes of our pasts for the blessings we reaped in the present. As for Simon, I reckoned he would be stuck in an asylum for long-term treatment. After all, the world didn't revolve around anyone. But we could always be the main characters in our own stories.