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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 42

#Chapter 42 Nothing I wouldn’t do

Dylan

I hadn’t felt her in days. It wasn’t as if she was gone, but almost so. Her pain escalated and fell into nothing. The rage I felt from all of it was the only thing that kept me through the never ending battles in this war.

I couldn’t tell if she was dead or on the edge of it. I couldn’t tell if she was in a ditch dying or kept in a basement at some freak’s house and that drove me insane more than anything—not knowing. My mind spun with possible thoughts and each one was even worse than the last.

The rage that mixed with fear and left me unstoppable. A force that made grown men turn and run from me before I reached them. I needed something to take it all out on, and it left me victorious in every battlefield I stepped foot on. I loved when I came face to face with a bigger fool that always underestimated me. Those were my favorite screams.