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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 · Fantasia
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90 Chs

Chapter 65

#Chapter 65 flying higher

Dylan - third

They were back on the road before a maid could knock on their door and ask why they stayed so long past their check out. Erik had gone and bought sweatshirts and sweats for all of them to rid themselves of the bloody clothes they had before. Hopefully no one decided to go through hotel trash bags.

Ethan sat calmly in Patara’s lap. Dylan knew how much she longed to comfort him, but his silence made it hard to understand him. They didn’t know if all the soft words and light touches were welcomed or if they were something he endured because he thought he had to.

Dylan wanted to say something that would help, but nothing came. All he could do was offer small smiles and hope that they made some sort of difference. Perhaps one day he would know how to be a father.