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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 58

#Chapter 58 A risk to take

Patara

They decided to brief us on the way there once they saw how serious Dylan was about leaving that instant. Everyone in the room had broken out in plans and packing all the things they might need.

Including weapons.

The sight alone made me swallow. I knew this was bigger than I expected it to be. I had hope that perhaps we could where the baby was sold and get it back from whatever family that wanted him.

But no, it was so much more than that. It was so much worse than my fears of him being simply adopted. In my heart, I knew he was still okay. He had to be alive… I would know if he wasn’t.

Dylan led me back to the van and several followed to ride with us while others broke off into their own groups. I wish I had the words for thanking them—perhaps when this was all over, I would.