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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
Classificações insuficientes
90 Chs

Chapter 88

#Chapter 88 Mom

Patara

I didn’t know what to say or do. I tried to call to him, but my voice faded as the hunters tried to fight Ethan. He darted left and right faster than I had ever seen someone move. I saw the starting of fire in his hands as he tackled another man to the ground. The scent of burning flesh filled the air.

“Ethan, no! That’s enough!”

He didn’t stop, tackling the last man that came through the room and tearing him apart.

Then we were alone with nothing but the sounds of the forest outside and the smell of blood. Ethan remained leaning over the last man he’d killed panting. I stared at him in shock.

How could the little boy that jumped at nearly every sound have killed all these trained hunters like this? They had barely gotten off a few shots.

They hadn’t hit Ethan, but even that made no sense. He was just a boy.