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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.”

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Chapter 29

#Chapter 29 Something more

Patara

Dylan sat with me in the living room all night. He started a fire with only a flick of his flingers. He kept his distance across the couch throughout the night, but I still managed to move a little closer as each hour went on.

I held a steaming cup of something that tasted like hot chocolate—but looked blue in color. He lounged with his feet up on the coffee table in front of him and a bit of tiredness in his gaze. Neither of us had made a move towards the stairs to get the rest our bodies wanted.

“Who took care of you when your parents passed?” I asked with caution.

Dylan ran his long fingers through his dark hair to move it out of his eyes. He moved his gaze slowly along the ceiling as if he was looking for the answer.