Setting The Captives Free Book Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

I hesitated—but didn’t argue. Outside meant exits and I couldn’t for anything better. A perfect opportunity to escape from the deadly siblings. An hour later, we were at the massive store. It’s been a while I had seen so much people at the same time. Deep down, I was hoping to see someone I knew that could help me escape Damien’s claws. Damien stayed close without touching me, always just there, his presence heavy at my side. Every step felt like a test. I went round the mall picking up clothes and never did I think that I would be able to afford them in my life but there I was picking them for free at least there’s something good that came out of the kidnap.

the man spoke in the most melodic voice that Daylen had ever heard. The word 'save' and 'captive' echoed in Daylen's mind like a broken record on replay. He could not bring himself to believe it. It was too good to be true, the fact that night he choose to give up. A man appears out of the pages of a fairy tale book to save him. His heart told him that it was true but his mind warned him that it could be a trap. Set by the very people that held him captive. He didn't have the reason, for why they would do that. He just knew that they were very vicious and cunning people.

I don't know how to go about this kidnapping seeing as it's my first time keeping someone held captive. Im not going to be an evil captor. I'm not gonna tie her up and make her do things she doesn't want to. I'll leave her alone for a week and go from there. There should be a book for kidnapping for dummies. But then everyone would do that and do unthinkable things. I'm not a cruel person, I may or may not have tied her up in the beginning but seeing her weak and dangling frame I didn't want to do that again.

“Asked him how I could repay him and he said I could just work for him, and he didn’t need anything else from me.” “So..here I am.” “Oh.” I was still trying to take in everything she’d explained. So, he wasn’t a cold-hearted bastard? He could take pity on a captive girl and fiercely win back her freedom. Meanwhile, he still kept me captive? Interesting. She turned off the machine after her hands had dried off and scooted closer to me. “My little advice to you is, if you get the chance to escape, don’t hesitate to take it.” “These men are monsters,” she whispered, and she started to retreat from the room.

I guided the body to the ground so it wouldn’t thud, eased it like something fragile. The engine coughed once and died. The lead vehicle slowed. That heartbeat of hesitation was all I needed. I moved fast then, cutting restraints, snapping locks, ripping open the back doors. The captives stared at me with wide, feral eyes, already bracing for pain. I almost felt sorry for them. I stepped aside without a word, giving them the room they needed. They stared at me carefully, unsure. Then one took the bold step to move closer to me and out of the truck.

"Our primary objective is to apprehend the criminals responsible for this. If we rescue these people now, the criminals will scatter and alter their tactics. What we need most is information, and these captives may possess it." It was a difficult decision but a necessary one. Reluctantly, Caspian agreed, and we resolved to silently comb through the entire warehouse. If we could discreetly liberate a single captive, the criminals would likely believe they had escaped on their own. It was a perilous plan, but it offered us the best chance to dismantle this operation. As we stealthily moved through the shadows, Charlotte's keen eyes caught sight of a familiar face. She gently tapped my shoulder

He wouldn't let this happen. He would come for me. He always did. Even | knew life with Massimo...his controlling hands, his unpredictable moods, and his obsessive nature was better than whatever this stranger had planned. Bootsteps scraped against the floor and I forced myself to lift my head. My captor, ugly and smug, a shadow of a man with teeth that caught in the lantern light, stood a few feet away watching me like I was somne prize animal he'd caught in a trap. His face looked like it had been

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.