Setting The Captives Free Book Novels & Stories

He turned to see his master grinning. "Thank you, master!" He shouted. She ran her horse near him and told him, "Open the cages." "Right away," Caleb turned around and opened the first cage he passed by. Kie assisted him. "Go quickly," Kie told the captives nervously. "The slaves! They are escaping!" One man shouted. "Fuck! Take them back!" The leader shouted.

I watch without blinking as he approaches and kneels before me. Your red eye holds mine. “I offer you your freedom, Kim,” he says, then grabs my ankles, one at a time, and releases them from the chains. I stay there for a moment as if I were still trapped, not believing what just happened. My breathing starts to get quick and ragged, so I hesitate and stand. My captor accompanies me, but he's much taller and looks almost menacing in those scarlet clothes. — Where will you go? — he asks when the silence between us lasts.

I couldn’t be more fucking wrong… Because two and a half years later, the case had been closed. Justice hadn’t been served. Agron was walking free… Without a warning, without any penalty at all. Not even a fine. Not even community service. Absolutely nothing. He was a free fucking man… And he’d used it to his advantage. And kidnapped me. Making me his captive. Taking me away from the one good thing that had happened to me after years of suffering. Lorenzo Salvatore. People needed mafia men like Lorenzo to point at, and say that they were the bad guys.

"Oh okay." The more realization settled within me, the more my tears threatened to spill and I didn't want to cry. I didn't want him to see me cry again, that would show him that his plan is working. I couldn't imagine a life of captivity waiting patiently for when your captor agrees to take your life and end your misery while meeting your family on the other side as the only flicker of happiness existing within you. It wouldn't take long before we reach his kingdom and his plan begins to unfold. I wonder whom he would kill first and how he was going to end their life and how he would choose to end me when he was done with them.

” We need to help out also” They nodded agreeingly and we moved forward, unlocking the chains that bounded the captives. As the captives were freed, I approached them, my mind focused on finding Bruno. Before I could speak, the twenty-four captives knelt before us, their mouths filled with appreciation. Even though some of the captives were already weak and looked strawny from lack of food, they steeled themselves, rolling on the floor with the last ounces of their strength, their voices echoing unanimously in gratitude. Jax hugged some of the men, his face filled with love and pity for them.

I've come to realize that the more time I spend around Javier, whether alone or in the midst of company, my little brain gets fogged up and sends the wrong signal to… my heart. It even feels off saying it and I know why. It's because I shouldn't feel this way towards my captor. Yes he's impossibly attractive and what I think a man should be like but that's just about it. I don't even know him well enough like that.

"He isn't sending me away because he wants to. He's sending me away because of a reason he doesn't want to tell me." "Whatever reasons he may have, it shouldn't matter. What matters is you're getting back your freedom. What you've always wanted. If I could remember you blamed him last time for holding you captive. You even told him to release you which he said he can't. Now that it is happening you don't want to leave. If I were you, I would grab the opportunity without second thoughts." I found myself letting out a light smile. "I don't think you get it, Annie. I love him."

On the twenty-seventh day of her captivity, Sophia learned to be obedient. She stopped fighting, stopped her hunger strikes, and even offered Vincent a faint smile from time to time. Vincent was wary at first, but gradually, he began to believe she had resigned herself to her fate. "What do you want to eat today?" he asked one morning, tying his tie by the bed. Sophia leaned against the headboard, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her voice was calm. "Whatever you make."

In the dark shaft, among the frozen giants, we flew toward the faint, round light of freedom, flickering somewhere high on the mountain’s peak. But we were not out yet. And the core’s energy had once again drawn attention. The mountain’s gut now knew the prisoners were not just escaping—they were striking back.

His words sent shivers up my naked body and fear gripped my heart. I don't want to be in anyone's hands, I don't want to be a slave. I just want to be free from this fuckery and live a normal life but the moon godess is so cruel to throw me into this life where I have nothing, no power, no title, no connections, nothing. I can hear cheers and whistles from here, bile raising once again in my throat as the reason for their joy was someone's slavery and their freedom, their life. “ This one is next.” A tall man approaches my cage and informs the bossman who peeked up like he has heard that he won a lottery. The room I was kept in was dark with a small light bulb at the corner of the room.