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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 71

#Chapter 71 Princess

Patara

I woke up alone. Dylan had left me, but the bed was still warm where he’d been. I guess he had things to take care of. Was Erik back with Ethan yet? I guess I wouldn’t know until I went to see.

I sat up and found myself naked and a bit dazed by everything that had happened. How long had it been since I had been trafficked from home? How long had it been since I had left Dylan and returned the human side of the continent? Would the scars ever heal? Would Dylan understand why I left? Would Ethan be all right?

I shouldn’t be thinking so morbidly after having sex with Dylan, but I couldn’t help it. It felt a bit like I was just slipping back into old habits, seeking comfort where I shouldn’t.

Maybe this mark meant something, but it would continue to mean so little if we weren’t clear with each other. I got out of bed and found something to put on before exiting the room.