Setting The Captives Free Book Novels & Stories

I can't even post bail in the first place. I sat down and he did the same. With my shaky hands, I grabbed the brown envelope and brought out the papers. I looked up at him, and he looked away, making me lower my head to read the content of the letter. As I read the content, I snapped my head up in shock. I don't even need to read further. This man was trying to make me marry him. To make me give myself to him in exchange for my freedom. In annoyance, I slammed the papers on the table and glared at him.

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.

He wanted one last meeting, but I refused without hesitation. Some people were meant to be strangers. There was no reason to look back. I made a little detour that day. I stood outside the detention center just for a moment. Jay was being escorted into a police van. The man who once thought he owned the world looked small and scared. I thought I would feel joy and satisfaction, but I did not. All I felt was pity. I turned and walked away in silence. That chapter was finally over. With Jay out of the picture, my life took off.

The captive’s eyes widened in horror and with a sharp violence and force that had him almost toppling over, he began rattling his limbs against the chair to set himself free. “I'm very well aware Vivienne is the mastermind” Alessandro murmured, voice deep and steady “Her sins are piling and her day of reckoning isn't far behind” He crouched to the man’s bloody face, holding the needle stiffly before him “Listen carefully. You don't touch the Don’s woman and go free” His voice curled sharply. The captive shook his head “I only followed orders…there was a real doctor…she…she helped, I was once in the medical field…don’t kill me…”

I love you. Relief floods through her. He's alive. They both made it. She texts back: Nevada successful. 43 prisoners freed. Coming home too. Love you more. The response is immediate: Impossible. Love you most. See you soon. Sera smiles, clutching the phone to her chest. They did it. Both operations succeeded. The Order's leadership captured, their research facility exposed, prisoners freed. It's not over—there are still two hundred cells operating, still threats everywhere.

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.

Their actions ignited a spark that resonated within the hearts of the captive rogues, some of whom had grown disillusioned with the leader who had ruled through fear and oppression. The seeds of rebellion were sown, and a ripple of dissent spread through the ranks of the captured rogues. The oppressive grip that held them began to crumble as whispers of freedom echoed through the shadows. United by a newfound hope, they banded together, joining forces with our pack to overthrow their captors. A wave of redemption surged through the stronghold as captives turned against their former allies, seeking retribution for the atrocities they had endured. In the chaos that ensued, our pack seized the

Inside, we found dozens of people, men, women, and children—huddled together in chains. Anger flared in me as I saw their condition. “These chains come off now,” I ordered. Lyra stepped forward, her touch gentle as she helped free a young girl. The others followed suit, and soon, the room was filled with the sound of chains falling to the ground. “From today,” I said, my voice steady, “you are free. No one owns you anymore.” The freed captives looked at us with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. One woman, holding her child close, began to weep. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

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.

Stop it. "I won't. I will tell you the truth. The truth that will liberate you. The truth that will open your eyes." He moved closer to her, his red eyes blazing in the blackness. "They are not your saviors. They are your captors. They are your prison guards. And I… I am the one to free you." He held out a hand, fingers long and pale. "Come with me, little Omega. Come with me to somewhere you are not property. Somewhere you are not a tool. Somewhere you are not a weapon. Somewhere you are a queen."