Setting The Captives Free Book Novels & Stories

Just as it seemed like the youngest of the little boys among them was about to puke, the carriage ground to a halt, and light streamed into the compartment, making those within squint as they adjusted. When they managed to open their eyes some more, the captives saw a muscular man standing before them, holding the end of a chain in his hands. His jaw was chiselled, and his eyes said that he was not the kind of man to be trifled with. “Get out,” the man said as he yanked on the chain. After some stumbling, the captives streamed out of the carriage one by one and formed a straight line in front of the man. They had been through this before. After a short inspection to make sure none of them we

Their drone partners, now lacking a central source of energy, fell down where they stood, useless. Freya’s voice then boomed out her Varulv’s sonic emitters, which echoed across the vast, and now-silent plantation. “This illegal internment camp is hereby shut down,” she declared. “All base personnel are to surrender immediately or be destroyed. All prisoners and captives are now free to leave with us.” Many of the cowering captives looked up into the sky and watched as both the Spirit of Amelia and the Accursed Bootlegger lowered down onto the crops. Some immediately fell to their knees and wept at the promise of freedom.

His men followed, a well-trained unit dismantling Volkov’s operation with precision. In the center of the compound, a locked truck held the captives. Bain’s blood boiled as he saw terrified eyes staring back at him. Girls—young, broken, stolen from their lives. Cassie’s face flashed in his mind. With a single shot, he blew off the lock. “You’re safe now,” he told them. “No one will ever touch you again.” Tears, relief, whispered prayers. Bain turned to his men. “Get them out of here.”

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“Maybe it’s just wind, Walter! Let’s just go over there, and start looking for the captive.” Hearing that, I finally rested loosely, and slowly stood up because no one was looking for me anymore. I shook myself and stepped out of my hiding place when suddenly someone covered my eyes. I was about to shout, yet, he preceded me by covering my mouth with his big palm. “Do you think you can outsmart us, captive? Walter! Take her to the jail, specially prepared for her.” I was still struggling, and I could not help but cry because of the pain I felt from their tight grip.

”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.

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.”

But Anna doesn’t seem to care and as the head of the place. And I would love to care to, but sadly I am just being used by Hardy and this is not my place. And, none of these women should ever find out I am being held captive by Hardy. Because the way they all looked like they’re hungry to find out something about me, anything at all about me. . .*

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

Little did she know that her plea for freedom had set a series of events into motion that would plunge her deeper into the intricate web I had woven. Moments later, my man returned with the car key in hand, and I took it from him with a nod of appreciation. "Good work," I commended him, and he disappeared back into the shadows. Returning to the room, I held out the car key to Bella, who regarded it with a mix of surprise and suspicion. "Here's your ticket to freedom," I said with a sly grin. "But remember, Bella, freedom always comes at a price." Her eyes widened as she took the key, realizing that this offer was not as straightforward as it seemed. "What do you want in return?" she asked, h