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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 67

#Chapter 67 Pain is worth it for them

Dylan

Agony and blood. I could feel nothing else—I could see nothing else. It was like circling in my own hell over and over while hands and pliers poked at me until I tried to throw them across the room. Then I was held down even at my weakest. They couldn’t control me—

I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear anything—all I could do was feel it all happening to me. Not even sleep would relieve me of that. I wondered if it was because I deserved it. I deserved to feel every ounce of hurt for all I had done in my life. Hadn’t I made up for all the wrongs I ever did? Everyone lived with their own bundle of wrongs—was this my final price for those mistakes?

My mind fell away from me and came back more confused each time I tried to remember something. I don’t know why I felt so much pain, but at the same time I remembered all of it as if it was happening in that moment.