Setting The Captives Free Book Novels & Stories

With that, she sits on the couch to read some books as she doesn't know what to do to kill her time. her eyes are looking at words on the page yet not reading them, her brain is lost in imagining her freedom. she imagined herself being found by her family, they took her back in their house where she told them everything with that she saw her namesake husband behind the bars with his men. She is free to go outside, she is talking, laughing with her friends she is enjoying her life. *Bang* " Huuu " kashvi gasped with the sudden sound which echoed enough loud to frighten her since the house was dead silent, due to it she came back to her real situation where she saw that her book has fallen fro

“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 couldn’t help but smile at the sight that I am seeing. We were unshackled and far from the blood-drinkers. We have escaped from our captors and are no longer captives. We have slipped through the clutches of those merciless vampires, we were fugitives. On the run away from our possible imprisonment and demise. We were running for our lives. It is frightening to think about it. To understand how complicated it is to secure our freedom. It is dangerous but at the same time, it kept us alive. “We should rest,” Petra told Sebastien.

"Make up your damn mind, Gianni. You want me around in this world of yours, but only when it suits you. You want to keep me in the dark and sheltered from some of it. That's not how it works!" He frowned, "Why are you so mad about this?" "I want to leave. I don't want to do this anymore! You don't get to treat me like a child. And don't give me that bullshit about falling for me, because I am still very much your prisoner!" He walked over to the door slowly and opened it, "You want to leave? Then leave. Go." "Really?" "Sí. You are free to leave. I will inform my men to allow you out."

Slowly, I lay on my back unperturbed on slimy and rancid things on the floor. It doesn't take long when I felt tremors of heavy footfalls coming on what I presume was the door. I scrambled on a sitting position. Facing my captor while laying on the floor would make me more vulnerable. I rake my fingers through my knotted hair and tried to wipe any dirt and grime on my face to at least regain some of the dignity stolen from me. I heard keys clinking together before the lock clicked open. This was followed by a clang of the bolt being swung free and a squeak of metal being pulled open. Then the sweet creak of the wooden door. And then light.

I knew that I had to do everything in my power to keep them safe, to give them the best possible chance at a happy and healthy life. And so, I steeled myself for the journey ahead. I knew that I would have to be brave and resourceful, clever and cunning. I would have to use every trick and tactic in the book to outwit my captors and escape. But I was ready. I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, to overcome whatever obstacles stood in my way. I was ready to fight for my freedom, to fight for my life. As I stood there, I felt a sense of resolve wash over me. I knew that I would not be defeated,that i would not be broken. I would rise above this, above the pain and the fear and the

I was tired of arguing and just wanted to escape them both. Caleb blocked my path, grabbing my wrist painfully tight. "You're not leaving until you apologize to Sheena!" "Let go!" I cried out, struggling against his grip and desperately wishing someone would help me. Just when I was about to lose hope, Caleb suddenly released me.

I waved my finger at him in disgust and disappointment but my words were coated with venom. “Rosie,” He tried to reach for me again but I moved away to the other end of the bed and jumped on the floor. “You… you’re the Don?” but I shook my head even as the words fell out of my mouth. It couldn’t be him. He was too young to be the man I’d heard about. “You… you work for the Don?” he tried to speak but I cut him off with a burst of humorless laughter, accompanied by the build-up of the rage coursing through me. “How dare you, Jian? How dare you try to act like a saint? So it’s been you all along,” Tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t tell if it was from relief that I knew who my captor was, or if

he repeated, as if testing the word on his tongue. But Liora… Liora stayed silent. Because freedom was a word she had heard before. A promise dangled like a carrot, only to be ripped away. And yet… something in Rhydian’s voice, something in the way all four brothers stood there, untouchable and unyielding made her wonder if this time, it might be different. That night, the captives were shown to quarters deeper within the fortress. Not cells, not pens, but rooms with straw beds, clean blankets, and water basins. A luxury compared to the slavers’ cart.

This boy who had helped me gain freedom, who had expressed his love for me, had just been killed by Fiorenzo. Fiorenzo was a ruthless executioner. He had killed my hope for the future. His large boat pulled alongside. Several burly men had already jumped onto my deck. I was roughly dragged before him. "Fiorenzo Ricci, you lunatic." I roared at him hoarsely. "You imprisoned me for seven years, then brought home a woman to humiliate me. I want to leave, but you refuse to let go. What exactly do you want?" "Imprisoned?" Fiorenzo looked hurt.