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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 51

#Chapter 51 Bad news

Patara

I hurried inside the car before Malcom could see I was outside of it. I prayed that he wouldn’t notice the dents Dylan put on his door since it was pitch black outside. In the morning, he might just think someone had hit his car and drove off after he went to bed.

Dylan disappeared into the darkness and I wasn’t sure if he was truly gone, or nearby watching. It still didn’t feel real that he was here—it felt like forever since I felt him touch me.

Malcom hurried across the parking lot to the car and slipped inside. I held my breath and counted the seconds it took him to settle himself and turn to me. It felt like eternity had passed when in reality it was less than ten seconds.

“I think I know what happened to your child—or at least the start of it.” He said. I felt like all the air had been taken from my lungs. Any thoughts of Dylan were gone, all I could focus on was Malcom’s words and what he might say next.