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Captured By The Dragon

##WARNING This story will contain. Strong sexual content, strong language, dark scenes about human trafficking. ## Fear instantly overcame my senses. I had been trafficked. They’re selling me to shifters. Shifters paid irresistible money to own human girls as sex slaves. ** Everything was shaking all around me as if I was in the back of a moving car. An unpleasant smell that could have woken me from even my darkest dreams filled the air and convinced me that I was wide awake. Fear instantly overcame my senses. Where was I? What was I doing here? Who took me? “Help…” I tried to shout. My torn throat wouldn’t allow it. In my mind, images flashed of barbaric shifters standing outside that door. Big, tall and rough creatures that knew no manners and only wanted to claim things. I’d heard stories since I was old enough to understand that they favored pretty human girls and plucked them off the roads as if they were all free for the taking. ** Patara tried to move back away from the handsome young man, but he held her firm. Squeezing her chin a little harder to keep her in place. His blue-grey, beautiful eyes looked over her every feature as if he wanted to burn the image in his mind. “Would you like me to take you away?” He asked in a husky voice. His words made her skin litter in goosebumps. She couldn’t speak, only nod desperately. “And what do you offer me in exchange for your rescue? Would you like to follow me?” Slowly, she nodded her head and put her hand in his. “Remember your promises,” he said against her ear. She held her breath. “The last person who betrayed me got to see what his insides looked like before I slit his throat.”

Caroline Above Story · Fantasy
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90 Chs

Chapter 39

#Chapter 39 A little darkness is in order

Dylan

Something was wrong. I felt it so intensely that I doubled over when I got out of bed. My insides burned and it felt as if something was in pain… or someone.

I tried to forget her for weeks. I did everything I could to get her out of my mind and be at peace with the fact that I couldn’t reach her—but her face was front and centered in my mind when that phantom pain hit me.

Was she in trouble? Did someone hurt her?

It didn’t matter if she was. I wouldn’t be able to save her from—this. Whatever this was.

I gripped my windowsill as the pain passed through me. And just like that, it was gone as if it was never there. But her face remained. It was her, it had to be from her.

I don’t know what caused it or why after all these weeks I had finally felt something back. Every part of me wanted to run to her and break through any wall that kept me from her—