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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 35

#Chapter 35 Not so exciting news

Patara

The nausea didn’t end.

I’d wake up each day feeling sick to the point that I couldn’t even look at eggs without throwing up. Let alone smell them—just the thought could make me lose my breakfast. I just couldn’t understand why my stomach was so sensitive, it had never been this way before.

My mother and older sister watched me closely to the point that they made me feel as if I was doing something wrong. Every room I went into—they would be there with a strange look on there face as they followed every move I made.

“The doctor will be here this afternoon.” My mother said from my doorway. She eyed my clothes and tried to hide her distaste that I was still in my pajamas even though it was almost noon. “Please get dressed and do something with your hair—“

My mother closed her eyes and took a breath. “I mean, if you can, dear. Please. Thank you.”