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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.”

Caroline Above Story · Fantaisie
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Chapter 75

#Chapter 75 The Tiger King

Patara

He was a large man, bulky and I could see the family resemblance in his face and eyes. Where his daughter’s eyes were filled with malice, his were filled with lust.

He closed the door behind him as he entered and approached me slowly, almost purring as he came closer. He grabbed me by my face and turned my face roughly from side to side, inspecting me with a thoughtful purr. It reminded me of that cold-eyed woman from when I had first been taken, but so much worse. That woman had been detached, like a doctor giving a health exam, but his interest was all too clear in the way his breathing grew rougher and he moaned as he thrust a hand between my legs and squeezed as if he owned me.

I felt sick.

“You are quite the pretty little human, aren’t you?” He trailed his hand over my neck, groped one of my breasts roughly, and groaned. “The perfect size…”