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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 · 奇幻言情
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90 Chs

Chapter 63

#Chapter 63 A long path ahead

Patara

I watched Dylan step out of the cell with a lick of fire on his heel and death in his eyes as he locked the doors behind him. His gaze met mine through the crowd of crying children that didn’t know what else to do. All they had ever known was pain.

Dylan’s eyes softened when he looked at us. I held our son close to my chest, but he seemed confused that I was even holding him. He didn’t smile or cling onto me, he looked around at the world and up at the sky. He was so… silent.

Almost as if he was punished for having a voice. Suddenly, I wished I had hurt s lot more of the people in there. I wished I could stay around and wait for more to come so I could give them what they deserved. But it was much more important to get my baby far from here.

Dylan took my shoulder and started leading me away from the rest.