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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
Not enough ratings
90 Chs

Chapter 74

#Chapter 74 Kidnapped

Patara

We barely had the time to get dressed before Erik came back with Ethan, but Erik looked pleased that we had made up in some fashion. The conversation wasn’t over, but we weren’t so tense anymore. At the least, I could start to believe that Dylan didn’t think of me as a piece of property even if he sometimes treated me that way.

There was hope that he would change the way he treated me. Erik and Dylan stepped into another room to talk for a long time, leaving Ethan and me alone. I got him cleaned up and changed into clean clothes for lunch, happy to sit with him and try to get him to talk to me.

He’d come a long way. He seemed to be more aware of when I was speaking to him and recognized a few words. I didn’t know how much longer it would be before he spoke to us or could really understand what was going on around him, but I hoped it was soon.