Setting The Captives Free Book Novels & Stories

When he finally leaves, I hear the soft click of a lock. He's locked me. And that's when I realized for certain: I'm not his wife, but his prisoner.

We immediately positioned ourselves and pretended to be on guard. We first made sure that there were no rebels in the distance that we could pass or see. Cayden suddenly did something that I don't understand but Gen suddenly came out, so maybe that's a signal that I just don't get. The captives were suddenly alarmed but I spoke immediately. "We are here to save you. We will all run away, so all of you should not make a noise." I promise here. The captive women took refuge. I opened the lock of the prison but I couldn't handle it so Cayden did it. It's like the ground that the lock was crushed! My god, make sure not to crush Cayden! Haha.

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?

She should know I'm not a man to a culprit off the hook so easily with death. Her words solidify my decision. She has to go. “Go,” I say in a small voice, a sharp lump forming in my throat. “Leave this place.” She stares at me, cocks her head to the side, and laughs. “Excuse me? What are you saying?” “I'm doing what I should've done a long time ago, Titania. Releasing you from this madness. This contract. You're once again a free woman.” “But I didn't — ”

Celine nods, seriously, “I left him asleep; he woke and I wasn’t there, he panicked and ran out of the room to this balcony looking over the living room where I was laying on the sofa on my back with my legs in the air. He came out shouting, ‘Where is she?’, he looks down at me and I meow. Fi, Sammy and Nate all burst out laughing, he takes a moment but joins in eventually. That was an interesting day. My first day of freedom after eleven years in a basement chained to a wall.” Frida stops in her tracks and looks at her, Celine realises she hadn’t known. “Oh, Frida. I’m sorry. I thought you knew, it’s fairly common knowledge now.” Frida comes up to her, and takes her hand. “You were a captiv

“I'm not gay okay, I love women of all kinds so why in the world would you ask me to seduce a man?” “Because it's the only way you'll ever leave this house, unless you're better off as a puppet than the owner of the city's biggest bank.” "You are telling me," I said slowly, "to seduce my captor in order to escape my captivity?" "I'm telling you it's the only door in this house that isn't locked." Across the gym, Lorenzo turned. His eyes went directly to me, like he always knew exactly where I was in whatever space he occupied, and I felt that look arrive somewhere in my chest with a thud I had absolutely no language for and no intention of examining.

He was rewriting her story, and her captivity was protection and also for his evil schemes. She looked at the heather, a spot of fragile color in the grey room. It was a gift from the one person she never expected to do such, and as he said it was a living companion. Her eyes drifted to the book in her lap, then to the quilt on the bed, to the decent food she was now regularly fed. This was the most dangerous cage yet. It wasn’t built to withstand her rage; it was built to dissolve it, to make her complicit in her own imprisonment.

So this was what fear felt like. The feeling was strong and it crippled me as a voice kept chanting in my head. I was hopeless, trapped and I had no idea what awaited me in the hands of this twisted man. “Rest now, you'll need it” He said simply as he rose up, adjusting the sleeves of his black shirt. I didn't say anything in return before he left the room. What could I possibly have said? He already made it clear that my begging was futile. He was an emotionless monster and I was his captive.

The man with the now open book placed a pen in her right hand, while her captor leered at her. "Sign your full name there.” The words casually strolled out of his mouth. He spoke as though he did not know she was signing away her freedom, her rights, her will but she knew, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was freaking helpless for goodness sake. With shaking hands, Arabella scribbled her name into the pages of the book, with the thick black ink. From the corner of her right eye, she saw him smile with satisfaction, and another chill ran through her spine at this seeming irreversible decision of hers.

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.