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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 37

#Chapter 37 Traitorous minds

Patara

A silent war brewed in the house and all I could do was stay in my room. The morning sickness had gotten worse and more violent at times. I had to crawl back to my bed before I would pass out from the dizziness again. Would it always be this bad? I didn’t have a mother to answer that at the moment.

It wasn’t too late to reconsider—I knew I could change my mind and go through with the abortion but…

Dylan’s face flashed in my mind. His lopsided smile and sinister looks that made me want something that was bad for me. I tried for days to stop thinking of him. I begged my mind to let him go and allow me to move on—but I saw him every time I closed my eyes.

My mark didn’t burn or tingle like it did whenever he was near. It felt like an old scar on my body that never healed. Occasionally I would feel a pulse but I never knew what it meant. It only forced Dylan back in my mind as if he was right next to me and I felt weak to those thoughts.