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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 83

#Chapter 83 Collaboration

I listened to Patara explaining everything she’d seen and heard while she was captive. A part of me wasn’t sure whether or not to believe her entirely, but I pushed it aside. She was here. I could smell how relieved and happy she was to be here. That had to be enough. My doubts would have to be quiet for now.

There were bigger problems to consider. Malcolm, the human hunter, was dead. I was grateful for that, but the rest of his unit was a problem if they were still carrying rigged weapons across the border, and if they planned on continuing to supply it, this war would only grow more troublesome. It didn’t seem like that had been caught in the explosion and I didn’t remember seeing any other wreckage in the area. It was likely that they had all fled back across the border to report.