The Killers Coming Out Of My Cage Novels & Stories

I won’t fall right into his trap. Metal doors beep open and men, hefty men are running out towards the cage, growling like animals. That fucker wants me to fight men twice my size after he drugged me up? The men—five of them, are in the cage, all of them staring down at me as though I’m a piece of meat. One of Radimr’s men draws the gate to a close, locking it, trapping me with these animalistic men. And then Radimr’s voice rings out through the speakers one more time.

Silas had built this cage specifically for me, and he had filled it with wolves. The steel door to the cell block hummed, releasing the locks for the morning yard rotation. I stood up, my old street instincts—the ones I had learned while scrubbing grease off tables in the dark underbelly of Queens—taking over. I didn't cower. I walked out into the narrow corridor, my head held high, my eyes flat and cold as jade. But Silas’s money had already bought the block. In the blind spot of the tier, right between the laundry bins and the broken security camera near the showers, three inmates stepped into my path. They didn't look like prisoners; they looked like executioners. The leader was a massive

Damien took out the second with a blow to the ribs that knocked the wind clean out of him. The third turned to run. I was faster. --- The fight didn’t last long. Inside, the camp was worse than we expected — cages. Chains. The stench of piss and sweat and despair. I felt something inside me shatter as I saw the hunched figures cowering in the corners. But then Isabella’s voice rose like thunder. “Kelly!” A girl leapt up from one of the cages, dirt streaking her face, eyes wide. “Isabella?!”

My mind was still in that cage, still hearing those tiny cries. When Killian pulled back, he saw it in my eyes. The shock. The grief. The thousand-yard stare of someone who had just relived their worst nightmare. "Come on," he murmured, his arm around my waist. "Let's get you out of here." He led me through the chaos, past the shouting wolves, past the elders who nodded with respect, past the guards dragging Eric toward a side exit. The cold air of the entrance hall hit my face, but I barely felt it.

He honestly thought that my body, my feelings, and my entire existence completely belonged to him and were fully under his absolute control and ownership. I was deep in my thoughts when suddenly the heavy door was pushed open violently and roughly hitting the wall loudly, announcing his arrival and his furious mood clearly and unmistakably. I didn't turn around or stand up immediately. I remained seated calmly and quietly, looking at his reflection clearly visible right behind me inside the large mirror. Lucas stood near the doorway breathing heavily and roughly, his chest rising and falling fast and heavily, his handsome face twisted darkly and dangerously with absolute rage and hostility.

he finished and the next second he ran away, for his dear life. Jasmine was in a dilemma. Suddenly something entered her mind, a similar situation. She stood up while clutching her hand back tightly. Her heart hammered against her chest in a wild rhythm. She looked up and there were ominous dark clouds gathering overhead. There was no trace of a single star in that pitch-black sky. She wanted to turn around and choose another road but something inside her stopped her from backing away. Maybe! Maybe she can help that man? Maybe, Maybe she can send those bloody killers out there in jail? She couldn't find the murderers of her beloved boyfriend but she can surely give the killers there a lesson

She wanted Bella to be in pain every second of her life until she finishes her life in shame. “All of you got your money and also I will help all of you escape from this town. No one will know anything, furthermore, the money you got from me is enough for you to enjoy a lavish life. Have fun. Remember, the fun should be recorded on the camera, so make it possible,” Casey said and locked the door. She stood outside for a couple of seconds with a satisfied smile, killing her humanity. There was no sympathy left in her, she got corrupted completely by the evilness.

Karma couldn't tell if it was real or fake, but it was not her business. Karma pulled out the spare keycard and slid it through the reader. The lock clicked open. She pushed the door hard. It slammed against the wall with a crack like a gunshot. Wood splintered as the door crashed against the wall. Mia's body went rigid. A scream tore from her throat in fear. "What's happening?" Marcus yanked at the restraints. The metal bit into his skin. "Who's there? What—" Karma walked in calmly, not in a hurry and unbothered, with the knife in her hand. She reached for the door and shut it.

He had stepped on a land mine he knew but what it had been was far from his knowledge and gulping a load of his saliva, he looked away. “Mr. Dean, I am sure you have heard about the quote, curiosity killed the cat?” Alastor alleged eyeing the man with his freezing blue eyes, “Working in this particular facility you must be aware that it has gotten more people killed than just a puny animal. You wouldn’t want to be one of them, do you?” To threaten a police officer in their own station and yet have them cower in their presence was the kind of man that Alastor Tynen was.