Trafficked Book Novels & Stories

"I need you to be sure. Look at the list of activities. Tell me what you’re comfortable with. Tell me what scares you too much." I looked at the list. Impact play. Restraints. Sensory deprivation. As I read the words, I didn't feel disgusted. I felt a deep, pulsing heat in my gut. I realized that all the stalking, all the provocation, all the games I had played with him... I was looking for this. I wanted him to catch me. I wanted him to hold me down. "I like the idea of being tied down," I said, my voice getting bolder. "And I don't have any hard limits yet. I want to find them with you."

I tried to move but I was bound by something hot, I stared down at my chains to see the numerous chains circling my chest as if I were some werewolf they were trying to hold down from transforming during a full moon. I looked around, and it wasn’t smoky or burning anymore. “What’s going on?” I asked Gabriella. She sniffed, “It was a trap and I was the bait used to lure you in, I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize, I’d get both of us out of here,” “How?” She asked the most valid question but I didn’t have an answer. At least not now. My head still ached from the hit, and my eyes still hurt from the smoke.

He groaned and left the room. “How do you have so much money?” Noa asked as she and Tristan lay entwined together, naked. She fondled the cap of his half relaxed dick. They had just made out and we're catching their breaths. Tristan's eyes were closed but he was awake. “I created an app a few years back, it blew up on the internet two years ago and… yeah” “An app that blew up two years ago… uhmm… vidchat!” She snapped her fingers in the air and Tristan nodded proudly.

How did he know this wasn't the exit? Who was he? Was he trying to help me? But he was a bastard who was participating in human trafficking. Why would he… Question after question floated around in my mind. I lowered my head. I was too exhausted to struggle, much less come up with answers. Then, I collapsed onto the ground and lost consciousness. I didn't know how much time had passed when I woke up. Blearily, I heard people talking beside me.

’ she thought to herself, though she hesitated to admit why she felt happy about it. Still, the anticipation was there. Alica was almost done with the current book in her hands—a literature text regarding the common practices of the people of H’Trae which had now been outlawed. She had read this particular book before, but that was so long ago—back when she had just started frequenting the Library. A lot had happened since then, and so she wanted to revisit the literature to see if she could have a new, more informed, understanding of what she had read before.

The room was clearly Alexandro's workspace—multiple computers, phones, and stacks of documents covered every available surface. I shouldn't have been snooping, but something pulled me deeper into the room. On the desk, partially hidden beneath other papers, I peeked the header of a document that made my blood run cold. ‘CONFIDENTIAL - HUMAN TRAFFICKING OPERATIONS’ My hands trembled as I carefully moved the other papers aside. The file was thick and contained financial transactions, shipping documents, and what seemed to be coded messages. Names, dates, amounts—all documenting what appeared to be a sophisticated trafficking network.

Luckily, I spotted him walking down the corridor now, in front of me. He was carrying a stack of books with his icy expression sitting in his face like a mask. One he never took off. Especially at school. My stomach did the thing as my yearning heart started pounding loudly like it always did whenever he was near me. I didn't even think—I stepped forward, keeping pace behind him. He reached his office, unlocked the door and started to slip right inside. I didn't hesitate. My body moved as I slid in right behind him, closing the door with a soft click.

Amanda had also given away Tobi's and his father's location and they – and their minions – were sentenced to twenty years imprisonment for human trafficking. Tobi was furious that Amanda betrayed them by revealing their location and Amanda bluntly stated, "If I'm going down, I'm not going down alone." Several of the trafficked/sold people were found and returned to their parents while their buyers were arrested and made to pay a fine for the damages caused. Emmanuel, the boy whom Chinyere had spoken to on the day she was bought, had turned out to be Vivian's son. He had not tried to run away from home but he had wanted to find a job to help his mother pay the bills.

I saw his brow furrow as he paged through and felt my muscles tense when he came to the page I knew his kid was on. "Caitie Bear? What the fuck is this? Who the fuck are these kids?" "That's what we're trying to figure out." "Start fucking talking." He looked around the table at all of us, his face set in stone. "Lo?" I turned to the man who'd sent me the book. "Right. The book you're holding in your hand was confiscated from the home of a man we suspect is guilty of human trafficking among other things..."

It was one step closer to something I wanted. “Do you want to learn more?” Trav asked, sensing my interest. “Yes, please.” My voice was filled with a genuine longing. He handed me a worn book, its cover a deep blue, and I clutched it eagerly. “Start with this one. And if you want more, we’ll go to the library.” I beamed, my heart swelling with the thought of diving deeper into something I’d always wanted to understand. It was a start. A step toward learning, to being something more than I was. Maybe even finding my place in the pack, if I stayed.