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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 87

#Chapter 87 Protect

I turned back to the building and walked inside. There were piles of guns and several long tables that smelled of silver and gun powder. There were a lot of pieces on the table and a long line of men in shackles standing by the tables. From the looks of things, they were being forced to assemble more weapons.

I walked towards a table to look at the pieces then at the men. They were all too young to be considered men. They looked to be teenagers at most with scared gazes, backing away from me as far as their shackles would allow.

“Lock down this place and get these teenagers out of their shackles and to a safe house for now. We’ll get them back to the other side of the border as soon as it’s safe.”

One of my subordinates came up beside me, “How many guns do you think are here?”