Set The Captives Free Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

The amused bloodhunt was staring at her. He then blurted out a laugh, “ahahahahaha! What did you just say? Free me from human thralldom?” The bloodhunt’s expression was wide with interest. Chastine, although scared, held her ground to speak clearly to the captive bloodhunt. “Yes. I can see that you are a prisoner too in this town. I can set you free, but you have to help me and my friend escape this hellhole.”

“ Take us with you. We can be your slaves” “Show us mercy, please” Another man cried out. Then, together in unison and oneness, the captives began wiping for mercy—both men and women. Their tears broke our hearts. I stood afar, melted by their bond, oneness, unity and hunger to live again. Slowly, Jax smiled at them trying to restore their hopes. "Listen, “ he said, his voice breaking down. “ We are here to set you free into your freedom. We're not here to hurt you, please"

Let my⁠self imagine somethin⁠g softer and a vers‍ion of this that did not feel like‍ a cage but tha‌t was a lie I let mysel‍f believe‌ beca‌use it felt good in the‌ da⁠r‌k‍. We are not two peopl‍e⁠ who found each other and boun‌d toget⁠her by circumstances neither o‌f us chose. No matter what happens between us, in her story I will‍ always be on⁠e of th‍e men who stole her fr⁠eedom. In the end, I am not a s‍avior but a⁠nother captor.

I couldn’t be more fucking wrong… Because two and a half years later, the case had been closed. Justice hadn’t been served. Agron was walking free… Without a warning, without any penalty at all. Not even a fine. Not even community service. Absolutely nothing. He was a free fucking man… And he’d used it to his advantage. And kidnapped me. Making me his captive. Taking me away from the one good thing that had happened to me after years of suffering. Lorenzo Salvatore. People needed mafia men like Lorenzo to point at, and say that they were the bad guys.

”Then it would be a shame if you're not able to use your fingers anymore Lily,” he said, his finger hovering over the button. "Please, sir" I begged, my voice barely audible. "Don't do this." But he just smiled a cruel smile and pressed the button again. My body ached backwards, straining against the restraints. The sound of my scream echoed through my ears. Just as I felt my vision begin to blur, the door burst open. "Kael! Stop!" a voice shouted. Ava's father, Kael, released the button. I recoiled, taking deep breaths.

"I love you!" "And I love you enough to stop being your captor," Karlo said, each word spoken with an agonizing, deliberate slowness that sliced straight through my heart. "You were forced to survive me, Della. You adapted to my world because you had no other choice. But you deserve a life where your choices aren't dictated by a man with blood on his hands." He pointed a trembling, weak hand toward the heavy oak doors of the medical wing. "Go home, little bird," he whispered, his voice cracking on the final word. "Go back to your family. The debt is gone. The threats are dead. You are free."

"Freeda isn't like that. She's a warrior…" "This is just the tip of the iceberg," Layla interjected, her voice cold and steady. "What your mate did goes far beyond what's in that video. Freeda castrated all 11 captives. None of the men you see in that footage can ever father a child again." The horrifying truth sank in, silencing everyone. Even I hadn't known the full extent of Freeda's cruelty. The soldiers of Valdora, who had been boiling with rage moments before, now stood in stunned silence, their emotions torn between loyalty and disgust.

His voice was thunderous. "Sir, every person we arrest is saying the same thing. They are denying their crimen. We are so sick of hearing those words." "What the fuck did you say?!" "Come on, baby. Let us leave him to them," Nabrel uttered softly and gently squeezed my waist. "What's going on?" My voice shook. I faced him. His face was serious as he stared at me. He leaned forward to give me a soft kiss on my lips. "You should rest first. I will explain everything tomorrow. Let us go home for now." He suddenly picked me up and carried me. My arms automatically wrapped around his neck. He started to walk while I was still watching Davien who was fighting for his freedom.

“No, that’s that not what I . . . that’s beside the point, I’ve come for her and I’m going to set her free, like she wants.” “Set her free? You think that’s what she wants?” “Yes, to be free of you, free of this suffering.” “Why would she want to be free of it, when she’s never been closer?” “Closer? Closer to what?” “My dear chap, why do think she’s so prominent in my story?” “Because you captured her, and . . . and tortured her.” “Because I captured her. Is that what you think? Then answer me this. If I really had captured her, how was she able to sneak away and spend time with you and your associate? Do you think I gave her a day pass, or time off for good behaviour?”

I raised my voice volume, making sure that Karen hears me. "Yes we do miss. Let me take it for you." I hold that girl's hand and put my index finger over my lips telling him to keep quiet. "Please help me." I whispered. "I've been kidnapped. Please help me run away." I was literally begging her. Her eyes are wide open. She turned pale, but nodded. "We have a back door for workers only." She whispered back to me. I suddenly felt bad for her realising she will get in trouble for helping me. But this is my one and only chance of escaping.