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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 57

#Chapter 57 A little help

Patara

Dylan went around the car to open the door for me. I was thankful he was there, my legs felt wobbly and I wasn’t sure how long I could stand on them without his support. I hung on his arm as Erik hopped out of the van behind us. His eyes searched the lot for any threat that might arise and suddenly I was glad he was here with us.

Everything that was happening… it was all too much. My baby, my mother… now I feared I would never see my family again. I would never gossip with my older sister or stay up late watching movies we weren’t supposed to. I would never hear my little brother laugh or have my father walk me down the aisle if I ever had a ceremony… it was all gone from my grasp.

My chest felt so hollow, I felt as if I wasn’t even walking around in my body anymore. What would happen if I discovered we were too late to rescue my baby? Would my body give up on me? I heard tales of people dying of broken hearts, it felt as if I was close to that.