Novel & Cerita The Killers Coming Out Of My Cage

"Please... I don't deserve this. Let me go. Release Kabir. We haven't done anything wrong." Tears streamed down her face, her body quivering in a concoction of fear and determination. "I won't let you break me. We will fight. We will survive." Her voice grew stronger, defiance seeping into her words. "You won't extinguish the flame within us. We'll find a way out of this darkness, and justice will prevail."

"Then answer it." "I can't." "Then go." The words came out harder than he meant them. She flinched. He didn't take them back. "If you can't be in this, then go. But don't come back. I can't keep doing this. I can't keep—" He stopped. His voice was barely a whisper. "I can't keep watching you leave." She stood up. Her legs were still shaking. She looked at him—shoulders hunched, hand clenched against his mouth. He looked less like a killer and more like a man who was about to fall apart.

I used to be ready for anything but inbetween living and anything, there is torture; it is a different form of death. There are bars at my window positioned with close grid spaces. It's where I look out from almost all day. That odd woman has seen me severally sitting on the bed and looking out but she says nothing. She does not seem to mind just like she doesn't mind if I stay in the dark or if I live.

It clipped my forearm, the lid bursting open to scatter gold chains, rings, and trinkets across the dark Persian carpet. "You kidnapped me, you locked me in a fucking cell for days, you locked me in this stupid estate, and you expect me to sit across from you every night and pretend that this prison some sort of safe haven?!! YOU ARE A SICK BASTARD!” "I am keeping you alive!" I roared back, my voice completely shaking. “Then kill me!!! That was the deal right? I either be your human doll or you kill me? Then fucking kill me!!!” My head was starting to spin.

Cage then laughed like an idiot. "You are still here? With the family who killed your parents?" he asked, sarcasm was evident in his voice and face. "You see," Talia mocked. "Come on, don't hurt yourself again." "You care?" Cage forced himself to stand up. "Nah ah. It was just that I am turning into demon, it makes me happy to see you suffer." "Oh, you just realize it? You really are a demon, bitch," Cage said. Because of that, Kiel shot him on his area. "Fuck it! Stop shooting me, okay?! I will come back in the prison! Fuckers!"

“It’s coming from—” The ground erupted, roots bursting upward, black and twisted, just like the arch from last night. But this wasn’t a gate—it was a cage, curling around us, thorns sharp as blades. I slashed at one, but it regrew, faster, tighter, until we were trapped, the hum deafening now, shaking my teeth. “What the hell!” Killian yelled, swinging his staff, but the roots caught it, wrenching it from his hands. Mara stabbed at another, her knife sparking, but it was no use—the cage was alive, controlled.

I consoled, my attention drawn back to Cage when I heard him pairing youths together to fight against each other for the first phase of the selection. "Riley Reid and Theodore Phin, Lelsy Reynold, Cassie Nikal and Claire Vandette..." My heart drummed violently against my ribcage when I heard my name. I also heard my wolf whimper and looked down at my feet after seeing the evil smiling coming from Claire. "Onniel George and Andrew Lake, Ashley Nicholas and Terry Walkins..." Cage continued calling. I noticed a pack member, Jerry, jotting the names on a paper and knew I was doomed.

It was just my luck that my cell was placed besides hers. I stayed away from her side though, knowing what happens when she comes in contact with me. My arm still throbbed from when she snapped it. We heard voices outside the door. I tried peering out of my cage, my hands clutching the bars, wanting to see what was going on. “There's another buyer!” Jess, another caged wolf, exclaimed, her voice happy with a tinge of fear. There were different reactions, some happy, some afraid. I fell into the later category. You can never know if you would end up in the hands of a serial killer.

That wealthy, elegantly dressed woman, lips painted a deep red, had looked at me with cold indifference. Behind her stood a line of bodyguards. The sky was pitch-black. The seawater was freezing, biting into my skin like shards of ice. Standing on the edge of the towering cliff, I took a step forward and leapt. At the time, everyone believed I was dead.