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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 68

#Chapter 68 Where is she?

Malcom

“What do you mean you don’t know where Patara is?” I asked Sherry. It had been raining for days and Patara hadn’t returned any of my calls since I saw her last and told her about the baby. I called her more times than I wanted to admit—but still she didn’t answer. After a dozen or so tries, I finally decided to knock on her door and see what happened.

“I don’t know where she is. She left days ago.” Her mother said with a lightness to her tone. She shrugged it off as if it didn’t matter. It was so different from the way she acted when Patara was first taken. When she had tears in her eyes and cried about never seeing her daughter again.

Or did she cry because she was afraid of how it might look to the outside world? To this day, I couldn’t tell but I had a good guess.

“Is she a missing persons—“